The Visitor
Chapter 2
by ThrillHoe
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Jasper Austerberry walked the hallways of the apartment with a mop and bucket in hand. It wasn’t time to clean the building. Truth be told it was never time to clean the building. Especially not from him. He was a landlord not a janitor! But he had woken up. Very early, in fact. With the strong urge to–
Clean
The thought bounced around in his head and refused to leave. So he started cleaning. First his apartment room. Not that his room was filthy. It was actually quite nice and orderly and after only a few minutes of trying to clean the place up the urge to–
Clean
Didn’t go away. In fact, it intensified! What he was doing felt wrong. He was clearly not cleaning the right place. He needed to clean somewhere else! So he’d gotten the mop and the broom along with all the cleaning supplies he could fit in a bucket, and gone out into the apartment building itself.
Apparently he wasn’t the only one. Tenants were stepping out of their apartments with dazed looks in their eyes and carrying whatever cleaning supplies they could find as they started cleaning every surface of the building from the floor to the walls. He’d even walked by a couple of people carrying step ladders to clean the ceiling.
Clean.
The ground floor was no good. He could already tell. Nothing here was going to satisfy his urge to clean it just wasn’t… right. Not where he was supposed to be. He walked past everyone and went towards the stairs before hesitating. It was his heart he was thinking about. It wasn’t in great shape. At all. And he had long neglected exercise content to let tenants come to him with their issues instead of going up the stairs to them. Sure, he could have fixed the elevator but that would just cost money and why bother when they just came to him anyway? It wasn’t like he was going up the stairs.
Jasper was regretting that decision now as he realized he was going to climb these very stairs. He had to climb these stairs. Whatever it was that needed to be—
Cleaned
Was up there! He was now very certain of it. He sat the broom aside knowing he wouldn’t be able to carry all of the supplies up the stairs at once. He needed to be able to hold the handrail while going up because of the genuine fear he’d lose his footing on the shitty stairs and fall, something he had no interest of experiencing. Like the elevator he was regretting not spending money repairing them.
“Shit.” he grunted as he moved up the stairs slowly. The sensation of needing to do something building and building as he moved up one story and then another until he reached the fourth floor where it was strongest. This was it! Where he needed to be!
With a sigh of relief he sat the mop to the side and looked back down. He needed to do two more trips back down. One for the cleaning supplies and the bucket and another for the mop.
“Fuck.” he groaned, as he started his trip back down.
A couple of young men had gathered around the stairs now and were cleaning the steps… with tooth brushes trying to get out even the smallest of stains. Jasper ignored them and moved around them as he retrieved his bucket and started his return journey back up.
By the time he made it back up to the fourth floor he was starting to sweat profusely. By the time he made it up the stairs the third time he was starting to wheeze. His dirty white wife beater was soaked through with sweat and his heart was beating erratically. He needed a break. He couldn’t keep doing this!
CLEAN
He flinched like someone had slapped him across the face and the thoughts of taking a break were immediately dashed. Clean. He needed to clean. Now.
He found himself in front of one room. One he vaguely remembered was occupied by a single mother and her daughter and this seemed to be the spot he was being drawn to. With a wheeze he got to work and dropped to his knees and started to scrub the floor. He was vaguely aware of other people nearby but paid no attention to them. Anything that didn’t involve cleaning was unimportant.
As he cleaned he could swear he heard a muffled scream in the apartment room. But… but…
Clean
It didn’t matter. He kept cleaning. He heard other noises coming from the room that sounded like someone stumbling around followed by multiple objects hitting the floor with a loud clatter but it didn’t matter.
He was wheezing very loudly now. Pain was radiating from down his shoulder and through his arm. His skin was clammy and his heart was pounding. His head felt like it was going to explode and he could barely keep scrubbing as the foamy water from the bucket became unbearable to his skin.
He stopped cleaning. He couldn’t do it anymore. He just… couldn’t. He propped himself against the wall and wheezed, clutching his chest as his head exploded into angry buzzing.
CLEAN CLEAN CLEAN CLEAN CLEAN
“Please..” he moaned, his eyes clenched shut as he tried to block out the thoughts. “Stop… please.”
He heard the door open and opened his eyes to look and when he saw who had exited the door his heart finally started to give out entirely.
He was looking at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen! Impossibly beautiful! “H-help.” he moaned as he reached out towards her, convinced that she was some kind of angel sent to save him from the oncoming heart attack. He didn’t recognize her as a tenant but the dark skin and hair had to mean she was related to the two tenants.
The woman glanced down at him with cold, brown eyes and flicked her raven black hair aside before walking right past him. “You missed a spot.” she said, her voice was so beautiful that he wanted her to talk to him some more. He needed to hear more of that voice no matter what.
But she was already walking away from him. Not even giving him a second glance as she left him there on the ground. Jasper tried to call out to her. Beg her to come back and speak to him. Tell him he’d done a good job cleaning but all that came out was a pitiful wheeze as the world faded into darkness.
—-
Grace kept laughing as she walked down the stairs. Each and every step making her grapefruit sized breasts bounce and jiggle inside the white t-shirt she had tied into a makeshift crop top to hold them due to a lack of a bra that could contain them. Her exposed tummy was firm, flat and toned. Even her bellybutton looked sexy!
She was wearing a pair of shorts that were a bit too small for her new body. They were skintight and clung to her hips tightly and you could almost hear the denim moaning as they strained against her thighs. Her legs were long and slender but toned to perfection like a dancer’s
Her skin was now a rich deep dark olive color free of all blemishes like the acne scars that were enhanced and accentuated by her white top and tennis shoes. Her eyes were a deep, dark brown and had the intensity of a bird of prey. Her mouth was perfect. Plump, full lips that were twisted into a cruel smirk. But what had really delighted her, and what had caused her to scream in joy when she first looked in the mirror after waking, was her nose!
No longer was it bulbous and slightly crooked. It was now petite and elegant and perfectly symmetrical. Perfect for turning up at the masses who were beneath her now.
All of the baby fat had melted away and she looked to have aged a couple of years from eighteen to twenty-one.
Her hair was still curly but was now vibrant and thick and fell to her shoulders in dark rivulets that bounced with each and every step.
Her eyes were a deep, dark brown with a hint of coldness to them that was quite intimidating and her vision had improved drastically. No longer did she need those ridiculous cokebottled glasses to see!
If there was any living person she could be compared to it would be a centerfold version of a young Julia Louis-Dreyfus but even that was only the closest approximation of who she could be compared to. She was simply pure sex on legs now.
And it was all thanks to her “Great Aunt” Alice!
Though Grace couldn’t remember exactly what had happened after she made her deal with her so-called aunt. Only–
The room was dark and devoid of light and it was cold. So very cold. She could see Alice sitting in front of her but her face was completely obscured in shadow with only the crimson glow of her necklace illuminating the dark.
She felt her body start to break out in a cold sweat as she clutched the stair handrail tightly and she trembled as the nightmare resurfaced. True. She had woken up beautiful and sexy as Alice had promised but her sleep had been… restless. There was a gap in her memory too.
She bit the bottom of her perfect lips nervously as her confidence temporarily evaporated.
She hadn’t seen Alice this morning. Her mother’s bedroom door had been locked tight and Grace had found her mother slumped over on the sofa in a catatonic state, her skin a ghostly pale white. She had known she should have panicked at that or at the very least shown concern. But she’d struggled to care enough to check her pulse and see if she was alive and ultimately didn’t. Instead choosing to leave her there.
She was never there for her after all! Why should she be there for her? Besides, Alice was home. She’d handle it.
She’d felt that same cruel coldness when she saw the landlord suffering the heart attack. Only instead of annoyance she’d found it absolutely hilarious. Mr. Austerberry had let this place go to hell and now he was right in front of her door dying in his own filth! Hilarious!
She was smiling again at the thought of it as she resumed going down the stairs. By the time she’d reached the second floor she was giddy and by the time she’d reached the first floor she’d sat her perfect ass on the guardrail and slid down it.
“Wooo!” She cheered as she went down. This wasn’t just a cheap thrill. It was dangerous. The railing like everything in this trashheap of an apartment was not well maintained and was loose at several points. With Grace's full body on it there was a very high chance it’d snap off and send her tumbling down the stairs and ending with a broken neck.
But she didn’t care at all. The thrill of the danger was making her nipples rock hard as she sped down the stairs at increasing speed. She felt invincible!
She hit the end of the rail and jumped off her breasts bouncing as she landed on her feet with a loud thump only just barely missing an old lady that was cleaning the floors near the stairs.
Grace laughed as the old lady fell backward with a frightened yell and with a quick flick of her hair she walked away without even checking on her. Seeing a group of men cleaning not too far from her she strutted up to them.
“Hey.” Grace said, her voice no longer a nasal mumble. It was a deep, sultry purr oozing with confidence.
The two men looked up from their cleaning and did a double take when they saw the centerfold in front of them. “He-hey” the one on the right said. He was an older gentlemen with salt pepper hair and a mustache.
“She’s talking to me!” Said the man on the left. A much younger, more strapping man who looked to exercise on the regular judging from the large biceps his sleeveless shirt was showing off.
Grace just kept smiling. Hoping the two men would fight over her affections as she reached into a pocket and pulled it out to show it was empty. “I’m a bit strapped for cash.” she cooed. “Do either of you have any money?”
“S-sure.” Said the older man as he reached into his pocket. “How much?”
“I have more.” the younger man said, stepping in front of him as he reached into his pocket for his wallet that didn’t seem all that impressive to Grace as he opened it up.
“Now just a minute!” The older man roughly shoved the younger one aside in a surprising display of aggression for such a small man. “If you’ll just let me finish!” he reached into his own pocket and pulled out a very fat wallet.
Grace laughed. “Guys, please!” She held her hand out and beckoned. “Let me see them and I’ll see for myself!”
The men held their wallets out and Grace took them and with a grin turned and walked away. Waving lazily at them as her hips swayed side to side. “Thanks!” She said leaving the two men just staring in shock as Grace walked away with all their money.
She walked past several more people who all looked up from their cleaning to look at her with awe struck faces before she exited the apartment building. Once outside she opened the two wallets up and looked inside. The thin one was mostly credit cards and a debit card but there was about eighty dollars of hard cash. Lame!
She looked at the fat one next and was even more disappointed. It wasn’t fat because of money but because the old man had filled it with pictures of his family! She counted the money inside and it was only around forty dollars. Even more disappointing than the other wallet and there weren’t any credit cards or anything else useful either. Just his driver’s license.
Still walking she took the cash and put it in the young man’s wallet and tossed the old man’s to the side without even glancing as it hit the sidewalk. She was drawing more gawking stares from passerbys as she walked and she savored it. She just simply could not get enough of this attention!
But…
She paused. Where was she going? She couldn’t go to school like this. Not without having to answer a bunch of questions she didn’t want to answer. So that was out. But she still wanted to show off to someone that knew her. Maybe…
Her eyes lit up. Of course! She could call Jordan! The goth girl from study hall! She’d shared phone numbers with her once and while Grace had never used it (her and Grace weren’t exactly friends or anything. More acquaintances that talked sometimes) now was as good a time as any.
She pulled her phone out and pressed one perfectly well manicured finger on the touchscreen.
Nothing. Not even as much as a flicker!
She tapped the touch screen again nothing. She traced her finger on it and there was still nothing. Her beautiful face contorted into something ugly as she kept trying to get the phone to register her touch to no avail.
“Shit!” she cursed, getting more frustrated as her face contorted into an ugly scowl. She knew it wasn’t broken, it had been working just fine last…
The red glow of the necklace in front of Grace’s eyes was all consuming as Alice pressed something cold against Grace’s lips. “Drink.” She ordered.
Night!. She… She…
She saw a pasty faced teen gawking at her and her scowl turned back into a sexy glowing smile. “Hey.” she said, holding her phone out to him. “Can you see if this touchscreen is working or not?”
The teen’s face went red as he took the phone into his hands like the most holy of holy artifacts. “Sure!!” he stammered. He pressed his fingers against the screen and it lit up like nothing was wrong.
Grace shivered. Why had it worked for him and not her?
“Hmm~” Grace purred. “Can you… text someone for me?” she asked. “Sorry if I’m being a bit much but…”
“No problem at all!” the teen said. Feeling an immense need to please this centerfold goddess who had walked right out of his dreams and into reality. “What do you want me to send?” he asked he tapped the phone again and hit her security key. Obviously he didn’t have her fingerprint.
“...Your password?” he asked sheepishly.
Grace laughed. “Oh sure.” she said, leaning forward with a smile. “Listen closely and I’ll tell you everything you need~”