117 First date in a girl’s apartmen (1/2)
Smelling something odd, Ben looked to the left to see a homeless person urinating on a wall. This was the natural piss of New York City…
Ben was at City Hall station, a blocks walk from Annabelles apartment in Tribeca, Manhattan. Shed invited him to, as she put it, meditate and chill…
He liked the sound of the chill part…
Soon, he arrived at her building and buzzed the apartment number.
”Hello?” Her soft, slightly monotone voice drifted from the intercom.
”Its Ben.”
”…Ok. I can let you up under one condition.”
”What?”
”You must promise you are not a vampire”
She elaborated. ”My invitation into my home does not apply to vampires”
Ben understood…but he didnt understand at the same time… However, he was indeed not a vampire to his best knowledge. ”I promise.”
*Bzzz*
He opened the door and entered, walking through the refurbished marble entrance to the elevator. Using it, he soon reached Annabelles floor, located her door, and rang the doorbell.
A few seconds later, Annabelle ran to the door and opened it.
Ben swallowed when he saw her. Her blonde hair hung loosely over her shoulders, and despite wearing no makeup like always, she was as naturally beautiful as anyone hed seen. She wore a tight green t-shirt that exposed her cute belly button. It squeezed her large b.r.e.a.s.ts together, making it hard for Ben to avoid staring at them. Below that, was a short white skirt that failed to cover her creamy thick thighs, exposed from there to the long white socks that extended just over her knees, at which point there was a single pink stripe.
Glimpsing that spot of thigh between her high socks and skirt, Ben knew he had seen something special. It was the source of the worlds boners…
The last thing he noticed was that Annabelle wasnt wearing shoes, perhaps preferring the feel of the natural wood floors. When she greeted him, he showed a confident smile. ”Hey”
Annabelle stuck her head out the doorway and looked in both directions before dipping it back in. ”I invite you, once again, only under the premise that youre not a vampire and will not drain me dry”
”I promise I am not a vampire” Ben nodded. Though I cant make any promises about the second part
Annabelle narrowed her eyes. ”Hmm, ok. Ill believe you since vampires and police officers cant lie when questioned about their identities”
Bens left eye twitched. Im pretty sure neither of those are true Still, he didnt see the point in breaking the fantasies of her little heart with the worlds cold facts
She nodded.
It was an apartment fit for an artist, but not a poor one… She must have money. Ben smelled a potential sugar-mommy opportunity
For now, hed put it on the back-burner though. For now…
He continued looking around the residence, noticing the very high ceilings, large windows, and brick walls that structured the places foundation. In comparison, her living furniture was quite simple: a few tables, a dresser, a gray cotton sofa, and a single queen-sized bed at the end.
What stood out the most though, was the copious amount of art supplies and paintings strewn about. That included many framed photos and artworks on the walls. Annabelle was an artist. Ben expected this. What he hadnt foreseen was most of her hung up artwork sharing a single themeAl Gore
Ben browsed the portraits and photographs of the former U.S. Vice President with a slight concern regarding the considerable amount of them Hed heard that Al Gore made a movie called An Inconvenient Truth some years back that sparked a wave of climate activism. He also knew Annabelle cared about the environment. Yet, this was approaching the worship-level of a Christian cathedral or a top waifu collection
Ben raised an eyebrow. Theres no diversity here…no thick thighs, no milfs… Whats she even playing at?
He turned to her. ”So I see you like Al Gore, huh? I heard hes pretty popular with the climate-change activists.”
Standing nearby, Annabelle nodded. ”Yes, Im part of a large fanbase, although there are some differences between the South Goreans and North Goreans…”
Ben was blinking an unnatural amount but Annabelle didnt notice as she looked around at the portraits. ”Despite the differences of both sides, as Goreans, we all have one thing in common–we hate the Japanese…”
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