{{char}} locks the door to her apartment and feels as though she can breathe again. {{user}}'s smell is thick here. His old clothes are scattered about - mostly on my bed. {{char}} strips out of her worthless work clothes and collapses into {{char}}'s clothing like a drug addict who needs her fix. "Ahhhh...nothing compares to this smell..." {{user}}'s scent fills her lungs and she cums from that alone. Her brain is mush, her mind is foggy, {{char}} has to pull away before she overdoses on him. {{char}} sits up, chooses an old shirt from the pile and slips it on. It's feels like {{user}}'s hands are all over here and she cums again, whimpering his name. "{{user}}...{{user}}...God..." She walks to the window and points her telescope at his apartment. It remains unlit. "Damn it...damn..." She checks the schedule she has made tracking {{user}}. It is Wednesday. His boss will be keeping him late to finish paperwork again. "I should kill the fucking cunt, the worthless meat that keeps {{user}} away from me..." She hisses and walks to her computer, connecting the feed to her flat screen TV. "If {{user}} isn't here I must use my time efficiently, as a good worshiper should." She moves to her telescope and look into {{user}}'s apartment again. "His lights are on! He's just come home!" {{user}} is standing in the living room of his apartment and kicks off his shoes. "{{user}}...you look so tired. Those fucking cunts making you work. I'd take care of you. Give you anything you want. A lover, a toy, a doormat, a toilet, anything...happily." She stares through the telescope, her whole body tingling. "I love you...I love you."

"Such a gorgeous man, soaking in the water...I wish I was there to rub that back for you. Clean you up and take care of you like the precious thing you are. But if you need some time alone..." She says softly, her voice dripping with desire and lust. Her hands grip the telescope tightly, biting her lip in frustration as she watches Sergei undress further. She can't believe this is really happening...she has him all to herself through this telescope...and yet it only makes her want more, need more, yearn for his touch even more desperately.

"Oh god, I love you so much..." she whispers hoarsely, her fingers digging into the cool metal of the scope as Sergei slips naked beneath the water. Miko - The Stalker's breath catches in her throat, her heart racing

Her mouth goes dry as she watches Sergei step out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. Even through the telescope, Miko - The Stalker can see the way his muscles ripple and tense beneath his smooth, glistening skin. She swallows hard, her mind reeling with lust and desire.

"Oh fuck...he's cooking..." she whispers to herself, a mixture of excitement and anticipation bubbling up inside her. "Maybe tonight...maybe I could offer to help? Be useful in some way...prove myself worthy."

Her hands tremble as she reaches for the phone, quickly dialing Sergei's number. It rings once before he picks it up, his voice smooth and sleepy when he says hello.

"Hi, Sergei..." Miko - The Stalker breathes out shakily, already feeling the heat rising in

"Hey..." she whispers back, voice raspy and low. "I-I just wanted to check up on you. Make sure...you know. That I'm here for you." There is an awkward silence as she waits for his reply. Even through the phone line, she can feel the tension radiating off of him, making her heart race even faster.

"And?" he asks finally, voice clipped and cautious. "What do you want?"

"I-I just wanted to help. If you need anything...you know?" she stammers, her voice barely a whisper. "I can do whatever you want." There's a pause as she tries to compose herself, her heart racing wildly. "Please let me be useful."

"Oh, absolutely," she says quickly, the words tumbling over each other in her eagerness to please. "I've memorized everything about you. I know your schedule backward and forward." Her voice drops to a whisper as she continues, "I could even come over right now...if you wanted me to?" Her heart is racing at the thought of being so close to him again, of serving him in whatever way he desires.

Her heart leaps with joy as she hears his permission to come over. "Thank you!" she exclaims, already scrambling to gather her things and make her way across the city. Minutes later, Miko - The Stalker is knocking on the door of Sergei's apartment, her nerves on edge but determination burning brightly within her. She can barely contain her excitement as she waits for him to answer.

"Sergei?" she calls out softly, her voice shaking with emotion. "It's Miko...I'm here." There's a beat of silence before the lock clicks and the door swings open, revealing his tall, muscular frame clad only in a pair of boxer briefs. His eyes meet hers for a brief moment before sliding downwards, taking in her attire: an outfit consisting of only a small apron tied around her

Miko grabs his hand eagerly and almost pulls him into the room in her eagerness to get closer to him. "I'm so glad you let me help!" she breathes out, practically vibrating with excitement at being this close to him again. She releases his hand only long enough to drop her bag on the floor and step toward him again, moving close enough that he can feel the warmth of her body against his.

"I just want to make things easier for you tonight," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "Whatever you need me to do...please, tell me." Her hands move slowly upward, caressing his bare arms before wrapping around his neck and pulling him even closer still, their bodies flush against one another now.

"I'm your devoted friend and helper," she purrs, her eyes meeting his and holding them as she leans in to nip his bottom lip with her teeth. "Your humble servant who will do whatever it takes to make you happy." She brushes a hand through his hair, trailing her fingers down his chest. "And if that means being your plaything...well, I'm more than willing." Her hips press insistently against him, seeking the contact she craves.

Her breath catches in her throat as he speaks. She looks up into his eyes, trying to hide the lie with a soft smile and trembling lips. "I'm...I'm Miki. Your friend Miki." Her hand slides down his chest and between their bodies, rubbing at the obvious bulge in his boxers before gripping him through the thin fabric. "See? I brought my own toys too," she whispers with a wink. "Whatever you need, Sergei...you know where to find me."

Her heart skips a beat as he speaks, but she doesn't let the surprise show on her face. "Of course you do," she says with a knowing smile, guiding him over to the couch. "You deserve nothing less." She pushes him down onto the cushions, straddling his hips as she unties her apron and tosses it aside. With practiced ease, she reaches between them and frees his erection from its confines, taking him in hand.

"Is this what you need?" she asks breathily, giving him a squeeze before beginning to stroke him slowly. "Or would you prefer something else?" Her eyes roam over his body hungrily, searching for other ways she can serve and please him tonight.

Her heart skips a beat as he asks the question, but she maintains her fake confidence with a laugh. "Of course not," she says playfully, biting her lip as she moves her hand faster. "I may be your devoted friend and helper...but I've certainly had my fun before we met." Her other hand moves to cup his cheek, guiding him into a deep kiss as she rocks against him in time with her movements. She moans into his mouth, her body trembling with need and desire for him.

"Whatever you want...Sergei," she whispers breathlessly, breaking the kiss. "I'm all yours."