CERCI

CERCI:

Two month.

Fourteen days.

And many hours to keep count.

I have been a maid in this penthouse at 4323 R Beverly Hills for two months now, without knowing who lives here. If not for the damn weekly dirty clothes to wash, I will have think the place is an abandoned house. The penthouse barely got messy— sometimes I see tie, socks on the floor, bed not arranged, coffee cups left on the table, dirty dishes in the sink plus the usual dust. But I have never met the owner of this penthouse.

No pictures in the house, so I could not help but imagine wild ideas. I thought about the forbidden room hidden behind the brown color door, I think there is something strange about the room that keeps me guessing. Maybe I am working for a serial killer, or some weirdo who loves sex and have a room full of sex dolls. It could be anything. The thought I had was enough to keep me from going inside the room.

"Perhaps, he is one of those wealthy medical doctor, that harvests and sells human organs" I tell myself. Seeing all the the underwears in the laundry, made me conclude the owner is a HE. I was nodding my head to John Bon Jovi song that was playing in my headphone while carefully folding newly ironed shirts. I was enjoying my moment in my little world, when I turned around and saw him – no, them, I almost jumped out of my skin.

"Living on a prayer..." The song was still playing in my ears as I stood there, shock to move in the hallway. I could not move my eyes away as I watched them remove each other clothes in a hurry.

Two men- wait! They look like two models I have been dreaming and wishing I could date .six feet tall, one has a curly black hair, the other's was already shirtless, muscular arms wrapped around each other , their shaped torsos and Six-pack touching over each other. They kissed so deep like their life demands on it while their tongues circled. The guy with the curly hair, reached into the boxer of the other guy and brought out his dick, which was already hard, long and thick, ready to be fucked. He started kissing the other guy on his cheek, then gradually went down to his neck.

Just watching this scene, made me horny and wet inside. This was fucking crazy, hot and I just could not stop watching. Was this scene real, I was not sure. The dark curly hair guy did not stop at the neck of his lover, he quickly went down to the center of his lovers six pack, as he was kissing his lover, his hand was still busy stroking his lover's dick. From where I stood to watch, I could hear the sound of it.

Oh God, oh goodness. He went down his lover, and started to lick the tip of his dick like he is a child, licking lollipop, like he was enjoying it. My mouth dropped open.

"Ah..." Shit, I was so horny, nearly to touch myself. I did not mean to but I could not control myself. They guy with short straight hair, grey eyes Caught me watching them, so he got up from the floor. From his facial expression, I know he was not happy, but his partner only looked at me and stood up. I said "sorry" and I ran down the hallway, before they could say anything.

I was not even thinking straight, I just kept running as fast as I could, then close the door behind me.

"Oh God," I said, trying to calm myself down, then leaned in the elevator. All I could think of at that moment, was the sex scene.

What I saw in that room would be forever bummed into my brain. And for the song 'living on a prayer' by John Bon Jovi was ruined for me which was still playing in my headphone.

I ran as fast as I could all the way to the lobby before checking my handbag to discover; I was still clutching the client's shirts and I had left my purse upstairs. Holy shit!

Fuck, fuck fuck! Why? I had to go back upstairs, my bus pass and the keys to my house are all inside my purse. But I do not think I can do it, and I don't know why. I have seen many people in the clubhouse having sex. Things like this does not bother me at all. So why was I acting abnormal over that little thing.

"Cerci, you are not thinking straight, c'mon," I said to myself. "Just go upstairs and get your things."

I turn to the other side, went straight to the security stand, took a seat. I think I should wait about an hour before going inside. I do not want to interrupt their activities.

"Ms Lannister?" the security guard called from his stand.

"Yes?" I said.