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Listening in

"Hope you enjoyed the show, stranger."

He startled at the muffled voice, raspy-sweet from presumably deepthroating something. Movement near his crocs caught his eye. He realized he'd been leaning against an adjoining room door. He could see the shadow of someone's feet on the other side, cast over the carpet he was standing on. The woman on the other side shifted, and he watched the shadows move across his dingy rubber shoes.

"I uh-yeah I did enjoy it."

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WARNINGS: THIS IS 18+ PEOPLE. NO MINORS. If you’re under 18, seriously, go away. This is for your protection and mine. I’ll be blocking anyone without an age in their bio. LOTS OF SMUT. I don’t wanna give anything away, so read at your own risk. I'm choosing not to put warnings. Enter at your own risk. We stan sex workers in this house. If you don't like that, don't fuckin read this ok? Move along. My only warning is that I may be incorrect about how onlyfans works. Y'all send me a DM if I misrepresent anything, I don't want to offend or upset anyone. ALSO, wrap it up hon, don’t be a fool wrap your tool and all that stuff. This is fiction, be safe out there.

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There it was again.

What the fuck is that sound?

Thump, thump, thump, gasp, quiet moan.

Dieter smirked. Ahhh. Someone's fucking in one of the rooms nearby. He'd know that sound anywhere. He walked over to the wall where the noises were coming from, pressed his ear to the wall, and listened. He closed his eyes to focus all of his energy on hearing.

Palming himself through his beat up pajama pants, he could almost guarantee someone was fucking against this wall. Vibrations from the thumping were making his face tingle. He stroked himself harder when he heard a woman's voice murmuring,

"Mmm, you like that? Thanks for the big tip hornibeestiboi019, your request is next."

Dieter scrunched his eyebrows. What the fuck?

A timer went off and he jumped a bit, recovering and immediately pressing his ear to the wall again.

"Mmm, alright hornyboi, I can do that."

There was a small grunt, and a slick sound, before he heard gagging noises. Oh fuck.

Was this a porn thing? One of those singlefans things? Onlyfriends? Whatever the damn website was called?

The timer went off again. Dieter heard a squelch and a delicate cough.

"Alright, the last five minutes. You know what that means. Who wants to bet on if I'm gonna squirt?"

Dieter had dropped his pants, letting them pool atop his crocs. Spitting into his open palm to slick the way, he feverishly fucked his fist. The muscles in his little ass flexing over and over, he never slowed the movement of his hips. A string of saliva dripped from his lips to his forearm as he grunted, hearing the sweet moans getting louder next door, feeling the vibrations of the thumping under the flattened palm he'd braced himself with. He began thrusting in time with the thumps, the woman's voice reaching a crescendo, there was a warble in the cries.

She and Dieter gasped at the same time, groaning and moaning together through the thin walls in harmony. Dieter took a long, deep breath and opened his eyes once the aftershocks finally slowed. He faintly heard the woman sigh, and thank her audience, letting them know when the next show was, a little louder, he thought, than she'd been speaking prior.

Was that for his benefit?

He heard that wet sound again, followed by a little grunt, and then a snap, likely a laptop being closed. Dieter had painted the wall with more cum than he'd expelled in a long, long time. He pulled his pants up and wiped his hands on the dirty fabric, leaving the trails of semen on the wall.

"Hope you enjoyed the show, stranger."

"I uh-yeah I did enjoy it."

He felt strangely sheepish, and Dieter was never sheepish.

"Was it a good cum?"

The woman's voice had dropped to a low, husky, breathy tone. It rattled Dieter to his very core. He frantically began to nod, and then squeaked out an answer when he realized she couldn't see him.

"Yeah. Best cum I've had in a l-long time."

He heard a genuine chuckle through the door and what sounded like fading footsteps. Dieter panicked and blurted out,

"Wait! What's your name?"

He waited for a heartbeat before she answered.

"That's for me to know."

"Do I get to find out?" Dieter was wheedling now and was not above begging.

"Hmmm. I guess," she paused to think. Or cause tension. Or torture him. Or maybe all three, "I guess we'll have to see, won't we?"

Dieter let out a loud groan and let his head fall against the wall with a soft bap.

The clear laugh rang pleasantly in his ears, and he locked that sound away with the other memories of her voice, her noises.

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He would beat off later that night to a drug fueled fantasy.

He imagined himself with long flowing hair, a chiseled chest, eight pack abs, and beefy arms. He was clad in naught but a gauzy white shirt and brown breeches. He’d burst through the door, declare his undying affections, rejecting the notion of marrying the duchess for money. He’d shout out his love for her, rip her bodice to shreds, and throw her on the bed. She’d roll over on her tummy, her pretty, rounded ass in the air. She’d moan as he rammed into her from behind. Unicorns pranced in the background, a tornado whirled in the shower, upside down peacocks waddled across the ceiling, cooing softly. He’d raise an eyebrow at great aunt Gertie tutting at a chicken in the corner as he continued ramming into his lady love. “Oh Dieter! You’re so big and strong, and you have such a big beautiful memmmber! OH DEAR LORD, BRACE YOURSELF DEAREST-”

He grunted and spurted over his soft tummy as he came. It hadn't been nearly as satisfactory as it had been earlier in the day, listening to her. He opened his eyes to find himself alone in his big hotel bed, the light from the porno on the big screen casting shadows across the darkened room, the sounds of the terrible quasi-british accents cutting through his head like a knife.

He fumbled for the remote, switching off the Pride and Prejudice themed film. He squeezed his eyes shut again, and took a deep inhale through his nostrils, filling up his lungs with air. He blew it out forcefully enough to knock his expensive sunglasses off his nose. He’d forgotten they were there.

He had to find out what site she worked from.

Dieter liked being high. He'd chase a good high to the ends of the earth and back, different types of drugs, new experiences, delicious food and drink, beautiful people he'd fucked, or been fucked by. He collected the memories, let them settle in his soul and mold his worldview.

He needed to know who was on the other side of the wall.

He had to know her name.

He wanted to sink himself into her, meld to her skin, taste her sighs, and swallow her moans.

He desperately hoped she'd say yes to his ever present question.

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The next morning, afternoon really, it was nearly noon, he woke to crusty sheets. His dingy pants were wrapped around one of his ankles and a croc had wedged itself under his butt. He groaned in pain as he rolled off the bed. Waddling over to the large mirror in the room, his pants still around that one ankle, he peered into the smudged glass to check his sore ass cheek. It was reddened and had little circular imprints all on one side. He rubbed the tender skin as he mumbled to himself, trying to remember what he was supposed to do today. Why did he always do so many drugs? He pinched the bridge of his nose and thought hard. One sentence skittered across his sleepy mind. Do you wanna have sex with me?

He slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand, banging his brow bone with his ridiculously thick pinky ring.

Oh FUCK, the question.

He shirked his annoying pants altogether, letting his poor, stinging-red bottom feel the cool air as he shuffled over the the adjoining door. He pressed his ear against the door and listened. "Finally up, huh neighbor?" Dieter's eyes widened, how the fuck did she know?

His cock twitched.

"Uhhh-" He heard a soft chuckle, which was not helping the whole hardening cock predicament. He absentmindedly stroked himself as he stood there, half drunk on the few words she'd spoken.

"I can see your shadow and little toes poking under the door. You waiting for something, sweet cheeks?"

He squeezed himself almost painfully. He swallowed thickly, his adam's apple bobbing as he steeled himself to speak with his usual confidence.

Alright Dee, be cool. You do this all the time. You're hot. You're an Oscar winner. You have a big fat cock. You-

"Well, neighbor, watcha waiting for?"

Dieter took a deep breath and steeled himself. He could do this.

A crease appeared between his eyebrows, and he changed his mind at the last second.

"What's your favorite color?"

There was a long, pregnant silence before she spoke again.

"What did you say?" She'd put aside her bedroom voice, she seemed smaller, quieter, kind. He thought she sounded even sexier without the falsely raspy timbre.

"Your favorite color, what is it?"

He heard a very quiet hmmm, after asking his question that second time.

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It was after midnight when Dieter finally noticed the hour. They'd sat and chatted all day long about anything, everything, and nothing at all. He'd gotten dressed, ordered room service for himself and made sure to send a big cart of food to her room too. They shared funny stories from their childhoods, family tragedies, and what their least favorite gummy worm brand was. "Sour Trollies are literally the only way to go," he argued.

She huffed in mock outrage. "No fuckin' way, neighbor. Black Forest gummies have real fruit juice. REAL fruit juice, ok? They're the goddamn best and I can't be swayed."

Dieter's butt hurt from sitting on the floor against the shared door all day. Not to mention his back was going to be utterly fucked, and he'd probably get yelled at by his chiropractor.

His cheeks also hurt from smiling so much.

They still hadn't traded names. He didn't mind. He'd be patient, and was very confident he'd find out soon enough. He felt something brush his fingers and looked down. A hand with brightly colored nails had just barely poked through the sizeable crack under the door. She caressed what she could reach of him. Dieter's heart raced, the thumping in his ears was deafening as he interlaced his pinky with hers.

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