** The long-awaited (LOL) return of Mark's Just Another John series. Enjoy, and hello again everyone! **
Other stories in the Just Another John series:
Ch. 01 - Tanya
Ch. 02 - Nikola
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I hated this type of "new age" development; settlements of identical red-brick houses, each one as identical as the last, springing up overnight like tumours on the land. However, their facade of idyllic life is the perfect hiding place for working girls, and I've noticed an increasing trend in escorts hiding undetected in these soulless modern developments.
I parked in the designated bay and turned off the engine. I was ten minutes early. This felt a little two early for me, so I sat in the car and waited. Punctuality was one thing, being early was another thing. I went over everything in my head; a jambled combination of nerves and excitement. The clock slowly crept up to five minutes to the hour, so I decided to get on with it.
Nikki had text me about an hour before with the apartment number. It was 34. I pressed the appropriate button the intercom and waited for a few seconds. There was no vocal response, just a buzzing noise and the latch in the door was released. Inside the recent development, everything seemed slightly too small, like I was in a dream or in a model village. I climbed the stairs as quick as I cold, heading for floor 3, flat 4.
On the third floor I pushed through a heavy fire door before silently padding along the carpet. The heat was quite stifling, and the air was dead with heavy silence. I wondered if Nikki's neighbours could ever hear what was going on in the room next to them. At the end of the corridor, I gently tapped on the door and it swung open almost immediately.
There she stood, in all her glory. I had expected her to be in a bikini or some underwear, but she was fully clothed. She wore tightly fitting bright blue jeans, which softly hugged at her hips, accompanied by knee high black boots. She wore a tight white crop top, which barely contained her massive cleavage. Her midsection was exposed, revealing a pierced navel, sparkling with a purple jewel. Her face was bright and inquisitive. Huge blue eyes drew me in, as gorgeous full lips coated lavishly with bright red lipstick tantalised my libido just by drinking in the sight of them. Her hair, jet black, was sprayed heavily and pulled back tight to her skull, and as I would soon find out as she turned, it fell to the small of her back in a mesmerising cascade.
She said nothing as I walked in. She reached around and closed the door behind me, making sure that it was shut soundly. She smiled beautifully, but without opening her mouth, allowing her lips to curve into a crescent moon which coursed across her features, giving her a youthful look of wickedness. I decided at this point to quickly slip her a small brown envelope which contained today's fee. Her big, bottomless eyes became scrutinous and business-like, but only for a small moment. She returned to her smiling mode and gestured me into the room at the furthest end of the hall.
"Wait in there," she said sweetly. It dawned on me that English may not have been her strong point. I did not get the impression that she was being cold with me.