There is something strange going on at the neighbors across the hallway in 3A.
Being on the top floor means it is usually quiet most times, I have no one above me. I’m in 3B just across 3A. Lately, though it seems my neighbors are throwing a party on Thursday nights. I see people come and go from the apartment often. I spy through my door hole to the comings and goings. It always seems to be just men, waves of men and occasionally a woman will enter and leave the apartment.
I’ve never met the neighbors in 3A, I've actually only seen them a couple of times. The occupants are a middle-aged white couple, normal looking people if you ask me. The woman is petite, can’t be more than five feet tall. The man is on the taller side, tattooed, and has a beard. On these Thursdays, I hear loud music and occasionally loud banging as if someone is throwing something against the walls. Last Thursday I was bored and stood by my door counting the men that would come by, Fifteen last Thursday. Tonight is Thursday and I will be doing the same thing.
I finish cooking dinner for myself close to eight and clean up. The trash needed taking out so I quickly threw on my sandals and headed to the trash containers outside the complex. I step into the hallway and see a man walking towards me. He walks to 3A door and knocks as I shut mine. The man opens the door without being greeted and I get a glimpse inside. It is dark except for one red light in the entryway. The man quickly enters and shuts the door behind him. “That's one already,” I say out loud as I walk down the hallway.
I take my time outside walking to the trash container, I use the walk to smoke a joint I rolled earlier. It’s a pleasant and warm night, I spend close to twenty minutes outside. I walk up to the apartment's main lobby doors and realize I forgot my keys. A man is following close behind me and notices I don't have a way into the apartment complex.
“You here to fuck 3A too?” the man asks me as casually as if asking about the weather.
“3A?” I say stupidly as if asking him a question.
“Yeah the fine blonde in 3A from Tinder, this is my third time here.” the man says with enthusiasm.
“Oh no, I live across from them, I just got locked out. Can you get us in?”
Without saying anything the man buzzes 3A and a moment later the door opens. Walking up the stairs the man tells me how lucky I am to live this close to 3A and how he would be over there all the time if he could.
We get to the 3A and my apartment and the guy knocks on the door. A moment later he opens the door and he walks in. I walk in my apartment filled with curiosity. I get my phone and download Tinder, my first time. I set the app up and changed my filter to find people under one mile away. I swipe no’s for a few minutes when I see what I was looking for. I see a petite woman’s body in underwear, neck down shot, on what appears to be a similar looking deck as mine with the following biography.
Couple seeking males to bang this hotwife, Thursdays only. Come and go, no talking.
The app claims their distance is less than 500ft. I stand there a moment holding my phone, thinking, contemplating my next move. I move to the door and watch through the hole, I see the same man I spoke to leaving and shutting the door behind him.
“Fuck it.” I say aloud as I open my door to step out.
I cross the short hallway to 3A, I knock on the door three times. I’m nervous, unsure of how they will react. I never messaged them on the app, not sure how they will react to some random guy just showing up. The door opens and the man is partially behind it. He opens the door far enough for me to enter, shutting it behind me. The apartment is dark, the only light is a few red lights that are on. My eyes adjust easy to the red light.