Love Never Lies

Crazy, Sex-Addict Neighbor

"Shit." I mumbled. Of course I picked the apartment with a crazy sex-addict neighbor. And thin walls, no doubt, from the "AHHH, GOD, DON'T STOP. FASTER. HARDER. YES. YES. AHHHHH!" That I was hearing. "Jesus." I mumbled again. I slipped on high-waisted PJ shorts and a long, baggy, Cheshire Cat sweater. It made it look like i was wearing nothing underneath, and I like having free legs. I had just finished unpacking, and just lay on the floor. I know, I'm weird. Its a comfortable carpet. My black cat, Capone, walks over to my and just sits on my face. I swat him off then all the sudden I hear "I'm sorry! Fico was going to kill me if I didn't tell him!" Followed by a rant in what I'm assuming in Italian that sounded like "Fottiti stupido come una cagna." And then there were stomps, and a THUMP. "Shit. Did he just. Oh my god. Oh my god." I paced for a minute and then there was a knock at my door. "Shit." I grab Capone and hold him to my chest, then carefully crack open the door. Holy mother of mary I have a hot neighbor. Hot didn't even describe him. And damn was he tall. I though I was tall. For a girl anyway. "Um, Hi." I peeped out. "Hello, candy. Sorry for anything you heard. I haven't had neighbors in awhile." He said in a thick Italian accent. Jesus Christ he could give an orgasm with just his voice. "Oh, well, um I thought an earthquake was happening, but I realized, so, um, I just put on some music."

"Yes, sorry about that, mi amore. haven't had any neighbors in awhile, so I have some flexibility. Are you sure you didn't hear anything?"

"No." I mumbled.

"Alright cut the shit. We both know you heard what went down. If you call the cops, first, I simply annoy you. Then i kill everyone you love. Then ill tie you down and fuck you much harder than what you heard going on in there. Then, well, you'll move out. Be alone, ect. Got it candy?"

"You know what, you can go fuck yourself." I replied, stupidly, with a burst of confidence. And fuck. Why was turned on? Like seriously my thighs were jammed together. I was wet.. Fuck! He stared at me with those dark, multi-colored green, brooding eyes. His face went emotionless. He put his hand to my neck, examining it. Look looked straight into my , at least that was what it felt like. He put his hand to his side. "So you wont tell anyone about you heard, Si?" "Yes." I managed to pipe out. He made my 5'6 frame look tiny. He was so... sexy. Even that word was not enough for this man. He was so entrancing. Its like he was just daring me to walk to him, talk to him, kiss him. His hair was ruffled from the obvious sex he just had. "Good. Lets keep it that way. You call the cops, bad things happen, Rosa." God, why was I turned on? I nodded. Remembering I had Capone in my hands I snuggled him to my chest. Neighbor From Hell, And Heaven, looked at Capone, pet him, then looked at his collar and read it. All the sudden he burst into a fit of giggles. Like he was rolling on the floor, giggling like a little bitch.

He stands up, brushes himself off and says" Goodbye, mi amore." And walking into his apartment. "The flying fuck just happened?" I close the door and walk into my bedroom, and set Capone down. I walk into my bathroom, and strip of all my clothes. I Austin​ the shower, and step in. After washing my body and hair I step out and dry off. I brush my teeth, and put the towel in the laundry basket. I slept naked, so... yeah. Plopping onto my bed, I pull the covers of wake drift into a deep sleep.

The next morning I awoke and streched. I had to get to work. In a few hours anyway. I worked as a stripper. Yeah, i know... But it pays. And when I say that, I mean it goddamn pays. I lazily stretched and looked at my alarm clock. It was about 12:25 in the afternoon. Memories from last night rushed back to me. "Well, shit." I mumbled. Jumping out of bed, I rushed into the bathroom, naked. Turning on the shower, I hopped in and washed of my body of any trace of that- hot, sexy, bi polar weirdo.

Jumping out, I wrapped a towel around me. And that's when I heard shit-loud music. Jesus-Christ could my neighbor be any worse? Although, I admit, the dude had great taste in music. Like, spot-on the best music. Swaying my hips to the music in a way that could make any man hard(considering I was a stripper) I put my hair in a ponytail and slipped on some shorts and a tank top. I grabbed my stripper outfit and threw it into my duffle. I aslo slipped into a knife, just in case, you never know what old, crusty, assholes are there. I aslo learned to fight, at a young age, so I suppose that helps.

Dancing to the Caravan Palace song that was so wonderfully playing next door, I slipped on my boots. Checking the time I decided it was time to leave for work. Fuck, I thought. What if Mr. Italian God runs into me in the hallway? Shit. Shit. Shit. Ill just make a run for it, right? That'll work. Godamnit just go, you pussy. Hey! Im not a pussy! Just go, JESUS. Ok. OK. I'm leaving. Yeah.... I'm slighty insane. Oh WELL. Grabing my bag I quickly fed and kissed Capone, then rushed out the door. I locked it, still swaying my hips to that annoying ass-good music then got the hell outta dodge. As I was walking to the elevator I looked over and saw Sex on Legs walking towards me. Shit. I thought. I looked back again, and if smiles could kill, I would would be dead. Then come back to life, be stripped of all my clothes, and then die. He gave me this evil, sexy, stare. I finally reached the elevator and jammed the buttons, furiously. It opened and I ran inside, panting.

As soon as I got to my car I headed straight to the club. Running in the club with my bag, I check with James, my favorite bodyguard. "Hey James, wassup?"

"Oh, you know, same old, same old. How are YOU honey? And have you heard about that hot mobster, nicknamed The Joker? Apparently he has two mismatch green eyes, and is just as insane as you! A match made in heaven." I rolled my eyes at James. "Real funny."

"Anyways, I'm great James, I gotta get ready though, protect me forever?" I said, acting like I was in distress.

"Sure, honey buns." James replied. I was just about the only one in the club who knew James was Bisexual. Like seriously, the guy was buff af, and huge, but he was a little sweetheart, of course, unless, you so much a flicked a friend of his. Anyways, rushing, I ran into my dressing room and threw my bag on the floor and shut the door. Quickly undressing of my current clothes, I threw them into a basket. Taking out my outfit for tonight, I sighed. Time to be a character. Time to take my current self, and multiply it by 100. Around the club, and most of downtown new york, I was known as The Harley Quinn of the stripper world. Insane, Beautiful, ya know. Some people pay a lot of money just to see me. Everyone in the club called me Harley, except for James, he called my by my real name. My last name WAS Quinn, so I suppose it fits. I put my multi-colored hair into pig tails, and slipped on my "Property of The Joker" panties and corset. Throwing on my stilettos, I looked over at the baseball bat in the corner of my room. I had yet to use it to beat someone's face in. I REALLY wanted to kick someone's ass with that thing. Standing up, I balanced myself, and grabbed the bat. It'll be part of the routine tonight I decided.

Throwing a piece of bubblegum in my mouth I completed the look. "Honey, your on, on stage 4." James yelled outside my door. Opening the door with the bat on my shoulder, I blew a bubble and looked at James. "Oooo hun, you gonna slaay." James says, excited.

"James, your are the gay-est bisexual, I have ever met. And I mean that in a friendly way. And thank you of course."

"You crazy women."

'I know." I said and walked onto stage when my song came on. Swaying my hips to the beat and blowing bubbles, I walked around the pole in front of me. "Einy, miny, miney, moe, touch a tiger by his toe, I choose you." I said in a sultry voice and pointed a man in a Fedora looking at me. I swear, he looked familiar... "You, hunny buns, get free lap dance!" I said in my best Quinn voice while jumping up and down. "Now hold this for me, will ya?!" I said as I handed him my bat. He just growled and flashede a devious smile. God, that smile looked familiar... I swayed around the pole, grabbing it and lifting my self up. Rotate, flip up, turn, Flip down. Repeat. Then Grab, wrap around, pull, drop, flip up, spin, flip down. Repeat. All while stuffing cash in my bra, and a bag I had brought.

At the end I did a backflip off the pole, with my face ending up looking straight at mystery man. I growled at mystery man, and took my bat from him. Hopping off the stage, and into his lap, then getting off, I took his hand, god the were huge, and led him to the private areas. I set my bat down, and roughly pushed him into his seat. Jesus Christ mystery man was hot. I straddled him and started rubbing my hands against his body, leading up to his hat. I ruffled his hair that was sticking out of his hat. "Let's see under the hat, huh?!" I said, excited. I pulled it off in one quick jerk and got the surprise of my life.

Goddamnit.

Hey loves! Hope you like it. Just so you know, Im publishing this at 1% battery on my phone and I have to pee. Sorry for any mistakes.

Mittens: and I edited it.