standby

Slam was somewhere between nervous and excited as they walked down the street where L. lived. It was the seventh time they would meet in private, the second time at his place. They knew each other for a few months now and really enjoyed their sessions.

There it was. They've reached the apartment building. Slam found L.'s name on the board with the doorbells and rang.

They waited for a few moments but nothing happened. Was he not at home? Slam checked the time on their phone. It was two minutes before five p.m., the time they set for the session.

Slam asked themselves if they should ring again. They reached out, the index finger almost on the bell-

"Stop" came it out of the speaker.

Slam recoiled back in shock. So he was there and decided to let them wait. L. must've watched them through the camera.

"I won't let you in yet" he continued.

Slam was a little bit perplexed by this.

"You're wearing a nice outfit"

Slam could hear how he enjoyed their suspense, even through the speaker.

"Now, show me what you've got underneath it and i'll think about if i'm going to let you in"

Slam looked left and right if there was someone.

"You better not keep me waiting" he said impatiently.

Slam hurried to open their blouse and pull down their skirt to show their underwear to the camera.

"Mhm, i see... very nice"

For a moment there was only silence and Slam looked left and right again, but they were lucky; no one was on the street.

"Hmm, i don't know, i think i have to see more to be fully convinced that it's worth it to let you in"

This made Slam even more nervous and they looked to the camera, trying to beg with their eyes.

"You've heard me, didn't you?" he said mercilessly.

Slam nodded in defeat and pulled up their bra and down their panties.

Silence.

Slam looked around a third time. There! Someone came out of the second to next house. "Please don't look this way" Slam thought.

But the femme presenting person looked left and right and when they saw Slam, half naked in front of the closed door, they paused in surprise. For a moment they looked, then they smiled with some shame about their own voyeurism and crossed the street.

Slam looked back at the camera, now completely desperate. How long were they supposed to wait here?

"Please" they said in a suffering tone.

Another moment passed.

Then the sound of the door opener was heard.

Slam almost fell with their clothes hindering their movement, but they managed to open the door, then put together their clothes and walk up the stairs to L.'s apartment.