Page 8 of Stalking Christmas

I release the tense breath I was holding, and continue looking through the mess that coats every surface in Chrissy’s room. A bright pink piece of fabric on the messy floor catches my sight, and I bend down to grab it, as I keep watch on the beast from the corner of my eye. It would just be my luck if this fucker suddenly woke up and took a bite out of my ass. I raise the pink contraption only to groan. Fuck, it’s her thong. I clutch it in my hand and bring it up to my nose, and the musky smell of her pussy scent lingers, and causes my balls to tighten and my cock to throb. My tongue slips out, and I lick at the cotton crotch of her panties, the hint of her taste still left on the fabric. The urge to pull my cock out right now, and fuck the scrap of cloth, almost overwhelms me, but lucky, the snoring furball reminds me about my perilous position in this house.

I tuck the panties into my front pocket, and proceed to quietly set up a few cameras in her room. Honestly, I doubt she would even notice if I left them out in the open with all this mess.I’m just about to install the last of them, when a noise out in the hallway has me tucking myself into Chrissy’s overcrammed closet, as the bedroom door swings open. “Toothless! Where are you, boy? Do you need to potty before I leave?”

I watch as Daisy walks into the room, her hands on her hips, and face filled with annoyance. “I swear if he wasn’t a big teddy bear, I would ignore his ass and let him suffer having to hold it, ’til his momma comes back from work.” Ah, fuck, this chick is going to try to wake that beast, and then I’m going to die. I should have tranquilized her ass too. “Toothless, you goof, wake up. Don’t you want to go potty,pretty boy?”

She leans down and puts her face near the beast’s snout while shaking him. I hold my breath, counting down the last seconds of my life. After shaking him more than once and the dog not budging, she straightens and rolls her eyes. “Fine, you better not pee anywhere, and stay away from my damn shoes. I mean it, Toothless,” Daisy groans as she leaves the room, the bedroom door remaining wide open, and I release a huge sigh of relief.

Once I hear the front door slam shut, I quickly make my way out of the closet and get to work placing the remainder of my cameras around their house. I hesitate at the other bedroom door, presumably Daisy’s room. I should put a camera or two inside there just in case, yet I can’t make myself open the door. I don’t understand the feeling that is slamming into me; I’ve never felt it before, and I sure as fuck don’t like it. With a groan, I move away from the door and back towards Chrissy’s room.

Her laptop catches my eye in the corner, thrown on top of a bunch of dirty laundry, and curiosity gets the better of me, even though I know I’m strapped for time. Toothless could wake up at any moment, or Daisy could decide to return. I quickly open the laptop, and snort at her lack of password. This girl is too much. Her background screen is a photo of the beast snoring away, wearing a colorful sombrero. I get to work installing myspyware, so that I can hack into all her files, and watch what sites she visits. Before I crawl back out the window, I quickly pull out my phone and test all the cameras, ensuring all of them are sending back an image. I give a snoring‘Toothless’the finger, climb back out of the window, and make it back to my car without incident.Toothless - 0, Stalker - 1.

Before I leave her back yard, I slip up onto the back porch and discreetly pull out a package from my backpack, wrapped in thick black wrapping paper with a bright red bow, and leave it on the patio table littered with an ashtray filled with cigarette butts, and forgotten beer bottles. Once I’m in my car, I pull out the pink thong, rubbing it against my hardening crotch, and before I get on the road, I pull out my stiff cock and wrap the fabric around it tightly, until it almost hurts. This is going to be a long fucking drive home.

Chapter 11

The Gift

My eyes keep glancing at the diner door every time it opens, not because I’m worried we’ll suddenly have a rush of customers, but because I’m looking for one specific customer to come back through the door, even though I know, the likelihood of that happening is probably slim. He and his brother didn’t belong here, and stuck out like a Catholic nun at a Black Sabbath concert. Still, there is a part of me that wants to ask him why he left me that outrageous tip after the way I treated him, and if I’m being honest with myself, I found Nic incredibly hot. So hot, in fact, that I might have cum with his name on my lips,and his image blazing a hole in my mind, this morning in the shower.

The reality is that I’ll probably never see either of those pretentious fools again, and that’s arguably a good thing. I don’t need to be getting myself hot and bothered over anyone. I have so much other shit to worry about, like how I’m going to come up with the missing amount of rent for this month and next. January is usually slow at the diner, and I’m guessing it will be the same at the strip club. A surge of disappointment runs through me, knowing there is no way I’m going to be able to afford the social worker courses I want to start taking at the local community college in the spring.

Once again, I’m reminded of all my shitty choices. I could have gone to college on a full-ride, straight out of high school. Instead, I allowed something that happened to me, through my own trusting naivety, to derail my life and lead me down a further path of struggling. It seems like I’m doomed to make one mistake after the other in this life, with no refuge in sight.

Daisy tried to talk reason into me this morning, telling me to just do one day at‘the hole’.I didn’t immediately shut her down like I usually do; if things continue to go to shit on me, soon enough, I won’t have much of a choice. Can I really allow some random stranger to fuck me, without ever seeing their face, for money? A shudder races down my spine at the thought, and unfortunately for me, it’s not filled with revulsion.

As I’m contemplating how far I’ll stray from my moral compass, and berate myself for being an uptight bitch about sex, my phone vibrates in the waistband of my leggings. I pull out the phone that has seen better days, with its cracked screen held together by transparent tape, and all my hopes and prayers, and see that it’s a text message from an unknown number.

Sweet little temptation, what if I wrapped my hand around your neck and pulled you forcibly into a dark corner, taking your ability to scream away? Would you fight me, or would your pretty cunt flood with juices?

Shall I remove all your options, including the one to breathe, and see what happens? I have a theory, and I’d like to be proven right.

What the fuck, who the hell is this? My eyes almost pop out of my skull at the perverse words on my screen, and I find myself scrutinizing the patrons within the diner, to see if anyone in here is playing a joke on me. When no one stands out as suspicious, I decide to reply.

Listen here, freak. You come near me, and I’ll gut you like a pig at the slaughterhouse. Stop fucking messaging me, you coward.

I delete the messages and block the number, rage filtering through my bloodstream, and making me hot all over. Who is this sicko that’s messaging me? Could it be one of the bouncers or regulars at the club? Maybe it’s the slimy neighbor on the corner, who stares at me whenever I head to work at the diner. How did they even get my number? More importantly, how would they know that being kidnapped and restrained, with no ability to fight back, is a fantasy of mine?

“Hey,Princess, can you stop daydreaming for a bit, and get that order over to table five, or shall I do everything around here, while you stand around and look pretty?“ Dolores’s raspy, smoker’s voice startles me out of my thoughts.

I grab the food from the service window and drop it off at the table, my mind still on the text messages and who they could be from. “Will you look at this?” Dolores gets my attention and points up the television screen we have in the corner, flashing the news. On the screen, there are a bunch of people coming and going from a gray brick building, in full, bright yellow hazmat suits. I read the banner below that states they’ve had a chemical breach at the local morgue. Dolores reaches for the remote and takes it off mute, the diners around us forgotten.

“The breach is believed to be the work of local gangs, wanting to destroy incriminating evidence. The coroner’s office has indicated that all precautions are being taken to assure the safety of workers, and that the remains are being handled respectfully. The chief of Boston PD released a statement indicating they’re committed to finding and arresting the culprits, and keeping the community safe. More on this story as it develops.”

“Lord have mercy, you can’t even die in peace now, without someone desecrating your body. What is this world coming to?” She huffs as she gets back to work, and mutes the television once again. With one last look at the screen, I get back to work, hoping to make enough tips to grab Toothless another bag of kibble, before all the stores are shut down for Christmas.

At least one of us will be having Christmas dinner.

My feet are wet, frozen, and killing me, as I walk up to the front door of my house, trudging through the dirty slush that litters the concrete walkway. The rest of the day dragged on at the diner, and I’m dead tired. I have a few hours left before my shiftat the strip club, Toothless still needs his walk, and other than three cups of coffee and some burnt pancakes, I haven’t eaten much today. Not that there’s considerable hope for a lavish meal at home, but I’m pretty sure there is still a can of tomato soup, and some stale crackers in the pantry.

There’s a bright yellow ticket taped to the glass of the front door, and with a discouraged sigh, I rip it down, already knowing that it’s a collection notice from the electrical company, warning that they’re going to shut off our service.Dammit, I thought Daisy said she took care of this.I shift the large bag of kibble from one arm to the other to insert my key, and my head tilts, as I realize that I don’t hear Toothless pawing at the door like usual when I get home. I hope he hasn’t gotten out again, or Daisy hasn’t forgotten him outside all day, and he’s frozen.

Shit.I push the door open, rushing through the hallway in my wet shoes, and calling out for Toothless, as my heart bangs rapidly in my chest. “Baby, where are you? Toothless, come to momma, right now!” I can hear how frantic and shrill my voice is, and I’m seconds away from having a full panic attack. That dog and Daisy are my only family and I can’t lose either of them. I throw the bag of dog food down on the kitchen table, and race from one room to the other, searching for him, but I see no sign of his large black body.

I reach my room, and a massive lump below my comforter has my breath catching in my throat.Please don’t be dead, fuck, please. I won’t be able to handle it if you are.I approach the bed slowly, my legs trembling as my breathing increases, and terror claws at me. I grab the edge of the worn comforter and push it back, until a large head is revealed with two dark hazel eyes staring back at me lazily, and a tongue wagging out of his mouth. “Jesus, Toothless, you almost gave me a heart attack!“ His ears twitch, and his stubby tail moves the remainder of the comforter in happiness to see me. “Why didn’t you come to greet me atthe door,lazy bones?“ I wrap my arms around his ample neck and squeeze, burying my nose into his warm fur with relief. He lets out a gruff of annoyance at how tight I’m holding him, and squirms on the bed with a groan. “Come on, boy, let’s go potty.”

I release him and walk out of the room, chastising myself for almost having a mental breakdown. Toothless follows behind me, looking a little dopey as if he’s still fighting sleep, but heads out to the backyard when I let him out. I turn to search for the can of soup, my stomach rumbling loudly, and decide to heat it while he’s doing his business. Then I can feed him and take him for a walk, even though everything in me protests, and says I should take a nap instead. I reach the bookcase that acts as our pantry, and dismay hits me like a ton of bricks. The can’s gone, and so are the crackers. Other than a few cans of carrots and peas, and a random can of pasta sauce, the shelves are bare. “Fuck, I guess I’m going hungry today.”

I pour Toothless his kibble and make myself a cup of instant coffee, to ward off the hunger in my belly, while I consider eating the can of peas and carrots. I head back to the door with a towel, ready to bring him inside and wipe his wet paws, but he catches my eye out on the porch. He’s climbed up on the dirty patio table, and is busy sniffing something that I can’t see.Shit, is he eating cigarette butts again?Fuck, I told Daisy to get rid of that shit. I can’t afford another vet bill, because Toothless ingests stuff he shouldn’t.

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