Playa Street

2.Triple B

After I took that long needed shower after being in a household filled with testosterone, and guys who reeked of alcohol I made my way to my bank to pick up a check with the money needed for the security deposit for my new house.

I also stopped by at the store to pick up a few boxes to move my stuff. I did not have much but I sure as hell was not going to transfer things from one place to the other without boxes. I did not my clothes getting dusty and mixed up with other things.

I texted Dax informing him that I would be at their place in the next thirty minutes.

He did not reply, but I was not going to double text.

As I made my way to my temporary home and launched my boxes into my room I made my way to the guys home.

Not to my surprise the mess I witnessed in the morning was still there. These guys are seriously pigs.

I made my way to the front door as I was about to knock on the door I realized that it was open.

Well since I am about to live here might as well start practicing opening my own front door, right?

I gently pushed the door and made my way inside the house silently. As I began walking down the hall I heard sounds. It sounded like animals were fighting? Wait no, never mind as I started nearing the living room more I heard moaning. As I looked over into the living room much to my surprise there was a woman butt ass naked straddling Dax.

Well, now I know why he didn't answer my text message. I should have double texted because now I am scarred for life.

I was not about to stand there and watch their little show so I did what any normal person would do I coughed.

I coughed so loudly that it sounded like I was a sixty-year-old man who has smoked cigarettes his entire life.

The girl did not seem to acknowledge me coughing my lung out, but Dax did. He immediately pushed her to the side and threw a shirt that was hanging from the couch onto her exposed body.

As she was thrown off from Dax's little friend I came to the realization that Dax's friend was out in the open. I shrieked and immediately turned around.

"Oh fuck, I am so sorry. I thought you were not going to be here till later during the day." I heard scrambling right behind me.

"Please tell me you're all dressed and so is your friend."

"My name is Lydia."

"Okay, Lydia are you dressed and can I turn around now?"

"Yes." She said with an attitude.

"Are you, Dax?" I slowly asked.

"Yeah." I slowly turned around to see Lydia sitting on the couch playing with her hair and glaring holes at me. If looks could kill I would definitely be six foot underground.

"Who is she?" Lydia rudely asked.

"She's our new roommate."

"Is she your girlfriend?" I asked Dax completely ignoring Lydia.

"Umm no, she's a friend."

"I am more than a friend."

"No, you're not Lydia we spoke about this. You are simply a booty call." Dax said.

"This booty call as you call me comes to you whenever you need to release."

"You're describing exactly what a booty call is Lydia." This girl really is not the brightest of the bunch.