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The Harem on the Hill (Part XI)
🕑 Added 2020-01-31 19:10:39 +0000 UTC
"Alright, Tina. Let's talk!"
You had driven home as fast as possible. On most days, the windy two-lanes with their 25 MPH speed limits were a refreshing respite from the hustle-and-bustle of big-city freeways. Today was not one of those days.
"Damn it, Tina! Don't make me zap you again!"
Staring into the monitor, you can't take your eyes off the conspicuous life-sized lump near the foot of Tina's bed. There's been no movement since you left for town and no sign of Tina elsewhere in the apartment. You've received no emergency alerts from your phone and her vitals remain consistent, but you can't help wondering if they're a bit too consistent. They haven't fluctuated in hours.
"Final warning."
You scour the bed bulge for motion. At this point, you wouldn't put anything past Tina. She could merely be in a drunken slumber, or she could be waiting in ambush...or she could be dead. That possibility had you squealing your SUV around hairpin turns. Based on what Paul told you at Cornucupia, it would likely be the final nail in your coffin as well.
Just as you're about to send 25,000 volts surging through the bracelet on Tina's wrist, you mercifully detect movement. Along the screen's periphery, the sliding door of the bedroom closet hurriedly opens and Tina clambers out.
"Alright, alright, hold your horsepower."
Tina looks like a bastion of heaven within her apartment's disheveled hell. No longer in her filthy robe, Tina is done up and adorned in a sheer lace nightgown from her bureau. The oily brown hair she had been hiding behind is now a glistening chestnut hue that frames her face like a masterpiece--one freshly painted with lip-gloss and a familiar shade of blush you added to her bathroom drawer.
"Like what you see?" Tina spins around, causing the garment's sheer fabric to lift away from her body, revealing a pleasing silhouette. The pirouette is all-too-brief, but enough for you to glimpse nascent curves that hadn't existed mere days before. Tina may have a ways to go before she's fully ripened, but at least she's graduated from pre-pubescently petite.
"I do," you say.
"I'm glad you approve." Tina beams and gives a quick curtsy. "I wanted to surprise you in person."
"How long have you been hiding?"
"Hours! You shouldn't make a girl wait, y'know? It's rude. Not to mention that's time I could have been eating..." Tina smiles slyly at the camera. "Or doing other things."
"I was afraid I might end up with another noose around my neck."
Tina shakes her head. "You don't have to worry about that. We have an understanding, right?"
"I paid your boss a visit today," you say, ignoring her question.
"Did you pick up my paycheck?"
"No."
Tina reacts like you forgot to pick up milk at the grocery store. "We may want to do that before people get suspicious. I should probably pay my rent, too. Trust me, you do not want people seeing what's inside my apartment."
You take a deep breath. "What do you want, Tina?"
"I want what you want, baby." Tina places her hands on either side of her abdomen, causing the nightgown's cotton fabric to press tight across its swollen crest. "And right now I want you to tell me how fat I'm getting."
What do you say next?
