Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Pretty Lady ❯ Vol Eleven, Chapter Sixty-Three: Dirty Little Treasures ( Chapter 63 )

Dirty Little Treasures

Igor was the one who always had the weird porn. His friends had known this for years and were cool with it. They all made jokes about it. Igor took it all in stride.

“What will you do when you get a girlfriend?” Nikkita asked him one day. Igor just shrugged.

“I don't know,” he said. The Russian man had never given much thought to it. That was until today.

He had just gotten off of work when his phone rang. To his surprise, it was Kirsa. Igor's eyes widened as he accepted the call.

“Hello?” he asked.

“Igor, how have you been?” the older woman asked.

“Uh… fine!” Igor said. “What's on your mind?”

“Not much. I'm a little bored this evening. Can I come over to your place?” she asked. Igor froze as his face turned red.

“A-A-Are you serious?” he asked.

“Yes. Is that okay with you?” Kirsa asked.

“Yes!” Igor said with a yelp. He stood up straight in front of her pharmacy. The Russian man cleared his throat. “I mean, if you want to.”

“Thank you so much,” she said. “I will see you in a couple of hours.” Igor hung up with a huge grin on his face. This had to be a dream. If it was, he didn't want to wake up from it.

But then, then he froze.

“Aw, shit! I have to get home and clean my apartment!” he shouted. Igor took off running down the street.

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Igor tried cleaning like a madman. His idea of “cleaning” was just throwing things into the closet. Well, the trash as well. His last lady friend wrinkled her nose when she looked at his apartment.

“I think you need a maid,” she said. Igor never took her seriously. That relationship didn't quite last as long as he hoped it would. Maybe he should've listened closely to her.

Igor cursed himself under his breath. Suddenly, there was a knock on his door.

“Oh, shit,” he said to himself. “Uh… coming!” The Russian man ran over to the door and looked out the peephole. Kirsa was already standing outside. Igor cursed himself under his breath. He pushed back his choppy black hair and straightened up his clothes before he opened the door.

“Oh, hey there,” he said. “You're here early.” The older woman gave him a mischievous little smile.

“Surprised?” she asked.

“Um… Uh… I'm sorry, but my apartment is still a bit messy,” Igor said, rubbing the back of his head. He nervously laughed. Oh boy…

“Aren't you going to let me in?” she asked.

“Hm? Oh! Yeah, yeah! Sure,” Igor said. He moved aside to let his house guest in. The man nervously closed the door behind her.

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Kirsa walked around the living room like she was on a house tour. Igor bit down on his lower lip. Why was he so nervous? This was Shasha's mom. She was used to how he and the boys were. She knew how they were. But still…

“Heh, you cleaned up since the last time,” Kirsa remarked.

“Uh-huh,” Igor said, nodding. She raised an eyebrow.

“Tell me, what exactly were you expecting to happen?” she asked. Igor gave her a goofy smile as he shrugged. She smiled as she shook her head. The younger man felt himself sweating bullets. He nervously laughed. Kirsa walked, no, strutted over to him. She looked like a model walking down the runway. The only thing missing was the wind blowing through her hair. Igor's heart pounded against his chest. She now stood inches away from him. Kirsa looked up at him. The next thing out of her mouth set him into shock.

“Do you still have that porn collection of yours?” she asked.

“What?” Igor asked. Kirsa turned and walked down the hall to his room. It took a moment for the man to realize what was happening.

“Wait, no!” he shouted. Igor took off running after her. He made it down to his room. The younger man stood in the doorway in time to see Kirsa sitting on his bed. She already had that box out and open. The color drained from the younger man's face. Oh no…

Kirsa raised her eyebrow as she made a face.

“What is this?” she asked as she held up a Blu-ray box. Igor thought that he was going to be sick. There was an elf with long red hair and a large belly. Igor nervously laughed as he struggled to say anything.

“What is belly bulge?” Kirsa asked.

“Uh…” the younger man said as his nervous laughter started dying away. She gave him an odd look.

“You into that?” she asked.

“Maybe?” Igor asked. They stood in silence for a long beat. The younger man didn't know what to do. Part of him would turn around and run away. It didn't help that she wouldn't put the Blu-ray down.

“Do you want to watch it?” she asked. Igor's mouth hung open. What the hell was going on? He shook his head as he backed from his room.

Igor ended up spending the rest of the night in the bathroom.

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