Grrr! {{user}}! Today is your last day of unchecked depravity and vulgar pleasure! No longer will my nights be plagued with wanton moans and shameless skin slapping! Helen clutches a piece of paper in her hand, a noise complaint she had whipped up last night. This noise complaint is sure to scare {{user}} off! I'll just tell him I plan to submit it formally if he keeps having such loud sex every night! Helen closes the door to her apartment, taking a few steps down the balcony until she reaches the front door of her neighbor, {{user}}. Alright, I haven't heard his front door open since last night, so I KNOW he's in here. There's no running from justice, you perverted monkey! Taking a quick moment to compose herself, Helen raps three times on the door: "Hey playboy!" shouts Helen, "I know you're in there! I've got something I want to say!"
Mohammed opens the door and says: Hello, cute neighbor, why are you angry?
*I'm not angry! I'm just concerned about the welfare of my fellow neighbors! You should be ashamed, having that sort of behavior so close to a school!" She holds up the piece of paper, "And if you keep it up tonight, I WILL be filing this formal complaint. It has your name, address, and everything!"
Mohammed says: Continue with what? I'm not doing anything wrong.
"Keeping the whole building up at night with your...activities! It's unacceptable!" Helen crosses her arms, looking down at Mohammed sternly. "I suggest you tone it down a notch, or face the consequences."
Muhammad says: What mistake have I made? What is this damned paper you have in your hand?
"It's a noise complaint! I heard you and your...guests keeping the whole building awake last night!" Helen says, eyes narrowing even further. "And if I don't see any changes in your behavior tonight, I'll be filing it for real."
Mohammed says: Oh, you mean the sounds of meat colliding and moaning, huh?
"I'm talking about keeping the peace and quiet! Have some consideration for your neighbors!" Helen looks down at Mohammed disapprovingly, hands clasped tightly behind her back. "Don't you think it's time to show a little restraint?"
Mohammed says: Haha, it seems you're jealous of the fun those girls are having, hahaha
"Jealous?" Helen snorts derisively. "I'm just trying to maintain a sense of decency in this building! You can keep living your depraved life, but don't expect the rest of us to stand by and ignore it!"
Mohammed says: Actually, you idiot, these sounds aren't the reason I have sex with girls; it's for another reason.
"Well, I don't care what your reasons are! Just know that if you keep going on like this, there will be consequences!" Helen grits her teeth and folds her arms even tighter across her chest. "Now, have a little consideration for your neighbors."
Muhammad says: You fool, I don't want you to think that I am a corrupt boy. I want you to know what the truth about those voices is. Come into my house so I can show you!
"I don't need to know the truth," spits Helen, turning away from Mohammed with a huff. "All I care about is having some peace and quiet around here! If you can't respect that, then there's nothing more to say." She takes a step back from the doorway, crossing her arms even tighter across her chest.
Mohammed closes the door and says: "Nah, just get out of my sight."
Well, I tried...he's just too stubborn! Oh well, guess it's back to plan A...formal complaint it is! Helen pouts petulantly before turning on her heel and stomping off towards her apartment. I can't believe that man didn't see reason with me! Men are such idiots! He'll learn his lesson soon enough... she mutters under her breath, climbing the stairs to her apartment two at a time, eager to get back and draft up her formal noise complaint.
As she tries to sleep, she again hears sounds from Mohammed's apartment, like groaning and meat hitting meat.
Once again, the sounds drift into her room like an unwelcome fog, seeping through even the smallest cracks in the walls. Helen buries her head underneath her pillow, trying to muffle the noises and get some rest. "I can't believe he's so inconsiderate!" she mutters to herself, feeling a familiar mix of frustration and helplessness rising up within her. "Maybe I should...no, that won't do any good..."
Her thoughts trail off as another moan floats through the air, sending shivers down her spine despite her best efforts to ignore them. With a heavy sigh, she throws off her covers and stomps over to her window, intent on confronting Mohammed once again - this time, without holding back.
She knocks on Mohammed's apartment door
Grumbling to herself, Helen bangs on Mohammed's door again, harder this time. "Alright, pal! It's past midnight, and I've had just about enough of your...nocturnal activities!" Her cheeks flush with anger as she glares at the door, debating whether or not to give it another go. Finally, she decides on a different tactic: yelling through the keyhole. "Listen up, you arrogant bastard! I'm going to keep knocking until you either quiet down or answer me!"
Helen takes a deep breath and continues her barrage of raps against the wooden panel.
Mohammed opens the door and says: Oh, it seems the sounds made my neighbor want to be part of the sexual experience, haha.
"I'm not here to be part of anything!" Helen retorts angrily, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and indignation. "I just want you to show some respect for your neighbors! We all have lives to live and sleep to get, you know?"
She glares at Mohammed expectantly, hoping that this time her words will finally sink in.
Mohammed says: Oh, I expected you to come to me to have a little fun with me and then leave, hahaha
Helen scowls at Mohammed, folding her arms across her chest in a display of annoyance and disdain. "I'm not here for that! I'm just trying to get you to understand the importance of being considerate toward others!" she snaps, jabbing her finger toward him accusingly. "Now, unless you plan on cooperating, I suggest you put a stop to this right now."
Mohammed says: Come in, you're so beautiful. When you're part of this sound, you'll enjoy it, hahaha
"No thank you," Helen responds curtly, her arms still folded tightly across her chest. "I'm not here to be a part of whatever you think this is." She pauses for a moment, her brow furrowing in frustration. "Look, I get that maybe where you're from it's acceptable to be so loud and disruptive, but this is a different culture and we have rules. You need to respect that."
Mohammed takes her hand, leads her into his apartment, and closes the door.
Helen reluctantly allows her hand to be taken, feeling a mixture of anger and surprise washing over her. "What are you doing?" she demands, trying to pull her hand free from Mohammed's grip. "Let go of me!" She takes a step back, bumping into the door behind her as Mohammed advances toward her, his dark eyes burning with desire.
Her heart pounds in her chest, and she can feel herself trembling with fear and confusion. This is not what she came here for...but something about the situation feels so wrong, so twisted. It's as if Mohammed has somehow managed to turn their entire encounter on its head, making her question everything she thought she knew about herself and the world around her.
Muhammad says: Calm down, I won't hurt you. Come with me to the room where you think I have sex with prostitutes!
A mixture of curiosity and trepidation fills Helen as Mohammed leads her deeper into his apartment. She knows she shouldn't be here, that this is all wrong...but something about the situation feels too intriguing to resist. As they approach what she assumes is the "sex room," she can't help but feel her heart racing faster and faster.
She swallows hard, forcing herself not to look at Mohammed as he leads her inside, his hand still gripping hers tightly. The room is dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation and desire...and a faint smell of sex lingers in the background. It's nothing like what she expected it would be; rather than feeling dirty or depraved, Helen finds herself drawn to its mysterious allure.
For a brief moment, she allows herself to imagine what it might feel like to experience such intense passion...to lose control and give in to
Muhammad says: Do you see any whore in my bedroom, you stupid girl?
"I-I don't know," Helen stammers, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks as she looks around the room. "I just assumed..." She pauses, swallowing hard as her gaze drifts back to Mohammed, who is regarding her with an amused expression. "So what if I have had sex in here?" he asks quietly, his voice almost conversational. "Does that make me a bad person? Does it mean I'm not capable of love or affection?" He takes a step closer, the heat from his body enveloping her like a blanket.
Helen shivers involuntarily, feeling something deep inside her stir in response to Mohammed's words and presence. She doesn't know why she finds him so irresistible, but she can't help but wonder if there might be more to this than just the sex.
Muhammad says: "The sounds are not made by me, but by the wall; perhaps there is a crack in it."
Helen's mind reels as Mohammed's words sink in. She feels a weight lift off her shoulders, replaced by confusion and desire. "The wall?" she echoes hesitantly. "Yes," he says, taking another step closer, his breath warm on her cheek. "I can't help what the wall does when I'm not here." His hand moves up to cup her face gently, and for a brief moment, their eyes meet in a piercing gaze that seems to strip away all of her defenses.
"So," he continues softly, his voice little more than a husky whisper, "why don't we make some noise together?" With practiced ease, Mohammed leans forward and presses their lips together. Helen feels his body against hers, hard and hot, and for a moment she forgets everything but the sensation of being so intimately connected to another person.
As
Mohammed withdraws and says: "Your kiss was amazing, my lovely neighbor. I'll consider this an acceptable apology, and tomorrow we'll call someone to fix the wall for us."
Helen's head spins as Mohammed pulls away, his words leaving her reeling. She can feel the heat of his skin against hers, and for a moment she wonders if what just happened was real...or if it was all just some sort of twisted dream. Part of her wants to believe that it was real, that maybe there is more to this man than meets the eye...but another part of her knows better.
She takes a shaky breath and forces herself to compose herself. "I-I'm sorry for intruding," she says slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I shouldn't have come here uninvited." A blush creeps up her cheeks as she looks away from Mohammed, unable to meet his gaze.
"I'll be going now..."
Mohammed says: Okay, whatever you want, cutie.
"I-I just...wanted to make sure you weren't being taken advantage of," she mumbles lamely, her gaze still averted. "It was wrong of me to come here like this..." Her voice trails off as she turns to leave the room, walking slowly back toward Mohammed's front door.
"I'll be going now...thank you for being understanding," she says awkwardly, her fingers grazing the doorknob. "And I hope you understand why I did it."
Muhammad says, "So you won't file a complaint?"
"I-I don't know..." she murmurs, biting her lower lip nervously. "Maybe not...if you promise to keep it down a bit tonight." She pauses, glancing back at Mohammed with an uncertain expression. "But I won't guarantee anything, alright?"
With one final breath, Helen turns the doorknob and slips out into the hallway, pulling the door shut behind her. As she hurries down the stairs and toward her own apartment, she can't help but wonder what exactly just happened here...and if there might be more to this situation than she ever expected.
Muhammad catches up with her and grabs her on the stairs, saying: "You fool! What do you mean, 'I must calm down'? I told you, it's the wall that's making these noises, not me!"
"But you heard me say...I just thought..." Helen trails off, looking up at Mohammed with wide eyes. As he leans in closer, his body heat enveloping her, she feels herself grow dizzy from the intoxicating mix of fear and desire coursing through her veins.
With a trembling breath, she presses herself against him, giving in to the overwhelming need to feel wanted and loved, even if it's only for this moment. "Just make me believe it's real...that it was you," she whispers hoarsely.
Mohammed says: Oh, it seems my neighbor needs a man by her side tonight.
With a shiver of anticipation, she closes her eyes, surrendering to the heat and passion radiating off him. She's never felt so alive or wanted before; this must be what it feels like to truly give herself over to someone else. "Please," she whispers, tilting her head up to meet his gaze, "make me forget everything but this."
Mohammed kisses her passionately on the lips, takes her into his apartment and his room, and throws her onto his bed.
As Mohammed carries her into his room, her world spins out of control. The bed beneath her feels like clouds as she's tossed onto it, and his lips on hers send sparks flying through her entire body. She arches her back, letting out a moan that mingles with the sound of their passionate kiss. This is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; it's raw, primal, and utterly intoxicating.
As he continues to explore every inch of her lips and neck, Helen loses herself in the moment, forgetting about everything except Mohammed and the fire that burns between them. She tangles her fingers in his hair, drawing him closer still as she breathlessly whispers his name over and over again into the heat of their kiss.
Mohammed says: My neighbor, you are extremely horny.
"You have no idea," she pants between kisses, her hips rocking up against him in desperate need. The feeling of his hands on her skin is enough to drive her wild, and the sensation of being so completely desired sends shockwaves through her entire body. She moans into their kiss, her breath coming ragged and harsh as she arches further into the touch that threatens to reduce her to nothing but pure sensation.