MILF club - Life at an apartment full of older beauties.

After discussing Gerald, Kat and Alan walked in silence for a while. The blonde clenched her fists, thinking about it, anger boiling in her chest. But she finally snapped out of it and started talking about their classes again.

Alan responded with the enthusiasm of a notary’s clerk. Naturally, he wasn’t very interested in the subject; he had no intention of graduating in design. He was only helping Arthur, and then he’d crawl back into his cocoon.

”Can’t you say something other than ’that’s cool’ and nod?” Kat pouted, turning to Alan as the two of them entered the line to pay for the groceries.

Alan stepped back, his heart racing. He was terrible with confrontation. Still, even while complaining, Kat had a friendly expression on her face, which made things easier.

”Do you even like our classes?” she asked, letting out a sigh.

”No...” Alan scratched the back of his neck. ”Considering I’ve told you everything already, there’s no point hiding it. I just joined because Arthur told me about the whole problem, and I enrolled to help with the investigation.”

Kat blinked in shock and stared at Alan, waiting for him to smile or say it was a joke. But his expression was plain, and his tone sounded honest.

”Are you being serious?”

”Yes.” Alan nodded solemnly. ”I have emerged from the deepest pits of darkness to hunt down the evil that lurks within our college. And to help a friend, of course.” He finished the line with a pose, partially hiding his face and trying to look cool.

Kat held back a chuckle, wondering how Alan could be so shy and terrified of interacting with people, yet somehow have no problem acting like that in public.

Still, the thought faded quickly as something else crossed her mind. Once again, she was reminded of just how far Arthur and Alan were willing to go for each other.

”I guess this is what people mean by friendship goals...” Kat mumbled.

She glanced toward the cashier. There was only one person ahead of them, and he was almost finished.

”You two really have something special. It even makes me feel jealous,” Kat said with a smile that spelled trouble. ”Anyway, I just remembered I need to buy a can of soda.”

Kat threw her wallet at Alan, telling him he could pay with her money, and disappeared before he could say anything, leaving him alone.

The boy nearly froze. Looking ahead, he saw Ragnar?k approaching. The man in front of them picked up a bottle of detergent and placed it on the conveyor belt.

Beep.

The sound of the scanner reading the product rang in Alan’s ears like the first note of a symphony announcing the end of the world.

After the detergent there was a single product left, a simple chocolate bar. Another beep resounded; all Alan could do was look behind him, confirming Kat was still nowhere to be seen.

His heart raced, and his hands even began shaking.

”Sir, you are next,” the cashier called to him with a soft voice.

Turning his attention back to her, Alan gulped, noticing his last line of defense was leaving with a cart packed with products. Looking behind him, he could see the angry mob who would devour him alive if he wasted their time.

”Hi! Did you find everything okay?” the cashier asked, looking directly at him.

Alan could only nod as he hurriedly placed his groceries on the conveyor belt.

As if the situation wasn’t already difficult enough, the cashier happened to be exceptionally good-looking. Dealing with the direct stare of a beauty was the hardest part; his heart could really explode.

”Great! I will be done in a second...” She started scanning, and Alan stood in silence, feeling like he should say something.

He was definitely looking very weird, and even impolite, not saying anything at all. Maybe he should just take out his cellphone and look at it.

”Did you want a bag?” A question interrupted his thoughts, and Alan noticed all the products had been scanned.

Once again he simply nodded, but he couldn’t predict the next attack from that boss:

”Paper or plastic?”

Alan gulped. Only nodding wouldn’t be an option this time around, so he did his best to mutter the words.

”Plastic...”

The cashier could barely hear him, but she went with plastic anyway, as it was the cheaper and most chosen option.

”That’ll be...” the cashier said, ”fifty-four thirty.”

Alan was still holding Kat’s wallet in his hands, so he fumbled over it, opening the thing and looking for what to use. He quickly spotted a hundred-dollar bill, but he wondered if he could use it.

Just then he heard a small commotion.

”Sorry! Sorry, I’m back...” Kat slid into place beside him, slightly out of breath, a can of soda in her hand. ”Can you add this one? Last thing, I promise.”

The cashier laughed. ”You made it just in time.” She quickly canceled the payment and added the last product.

”I always do.” Kat set the can down and leaned on the counter like she’d known the woman for years. ”Long shift?”

”Six hours. Two more to go.”

”Ouch. You have my respect.” Kat’s eyes dropped to the woman’s forearm. ”That’s gorgeous, by the way. The tattoo. The linework is really clean.”

The cashier brightened instantly. ”Thank you! I designed it myself, actually.”

”No way. You do commissions?”

”I do.” She was already reaching for her phone. ”Here, that’s my Instagram. Message me, I’ll send you my portfolio.”

Kat got her Instagram, thanked her for the work, and paid for everything, leading the way out.

”See you again someday,” she told the cashier with a smile, and the woman smiled back.

Once they were out of the supermarket, Kat turned her attention to Alan, who was looking relaxed.

”So, who was that?” she asked.

”I knew it, you did it on purpose!” Alan complained. ”What did I do to you? I don’t deserve to be tortured,” he complained. ”If at least the cashier wasn’t a pretty and friendly girl.”

”Don’t tell me you have trouble talking to pretty girls.” Kat brought a hand to her chest, gesturing toward herself. ”Because you seem to have no problem talking to me,” she added, feigning offense.

”It’s not that...” Alan said hesitantly.

”Don’t worry, I know. It’s because we became friends, right?” She leaned closer to him. ”That’s why you don’t feel nervous around me... or am I wrong?”

”Yes... I think so,” he commented, just now realizing that Kat really had become his friend. At least, she was the person, aside from Arthur, of course, he was most comfortable talking to.

”Anyway, why were you trying to torture me?” Alan asked again.

”It was not torture,” she said, rolling her eyes. ”Come on, it wasn’t that bad. I just want to give you a small push.”

Alan immediately grimaced, getting what Kat’s motivation was. But it was useless. First, he didn’t need anyone trying to fix him. Second, he couldn’t be fixed anyway; there was no point in any of that.

”Anyway, take it.” Kat threw the soda can to Alan before he could say anything. ”It’s your reward for today. But drink while we walk, because we already took too long with everything.”

Alan barely managed to catch it. He quickly opened the can and followed Kat, who once again spoke before he could say anything.

”By the way, do you want the cashier girl’s contact info?” Kat asked with a smug smile.

”What,” Alan sipped part of his soda. ”Why... why would I want that?” he asked, blushing.

”Because you said she was pretty.” Kat flashed him another smug smile. ”Leave it to me, and I’m fifty to sixty percent sure I can get you a date with her.”

She held up her phone, apparently ready to message the cashier and tell her she had a friend who thought she was super cute.

”Are you trying to kill me?” Alan screamed, trying to steal Kat’s phone.

”Relax, I’m not going to do it,” she finally said.

”Seriously, why are you acting like this all of a sudden?” Alan complained wearily. The blonde’s brief campaign of torment had already left him exhausted.

”Well, I was just thinking that if you got a girlfriend, you wouldn’t go away,” she smiled again, partially teasing him, partially being honest.

Alan had just told her his only reason to enroll in college was to help Arthur. And once Arthur didn’t need that help anymore, he would probably want to return to his room and stay completely isolated and alone there.

And once that happened, it would be hard to pull him out of that place. Especially for her, they were barely friends, and he wouldn’t come out of his room for her the way he did for Arthur.

As such, that short span of time was the time to convince him not to go away and hide himself again.

”It’s just that it will be sad once you’re gone,” she admitted, then changed the topic to facts, not allowing Alan to comment on it anymore.

Then, once they reached Amanda’s house, the boy got silent and remained like that. Kat enjoyed watching Arthur’s sleeping face, thinking he looked really handsome sleeping.

But soon he woke up, and everyone ate together, in what was one of the most delicious lunches Kat had ever eaten in her life.

The afternoon wound down slowly, the way good afternoons do.

Alan was the first to go, and Kat left not long after, thanking Amanda for preparing one of the most delicious meals she had ever eaten.

Arthur was the last to leave. He helped Amanda with the dishes and thanked her for the help relaxing and for the food, to which Amanda replied that she was grateful for the company.

The man took Luna with him and climbed upstairs to his apartment. He unlocked his door, pushed it open, and stopped.

To his shock, Vanessa was already inside.

She was sitting in the armchair by the window, legs spread wide, wearing nothing but dark lace and a pair of nipple clamps connected by a thin silver chain. Her pussy glistened in the low light, angled directly toward him.

Around the chair, four bags sat open on the floor, overflowing with sex toys.

”Welcome home,” she said. ”It’s time I gave my master some homework,” she teased.