"Do you wanna go out this weekend?" Drew asked.
"Sure," Symphony answered. "I'll call you."
"Did I give you my number?" He asked.
"Yup," she answered. "Off you go now. I got places to be."
She looked down the stairs and saw her neighbor Carmella walk up. Carmella shook her head at the scene. She had seen it many times before. Symphony was beautiful with her long, golden brown hair that seemed to catch the light and made the different brown shades pop even more. Her eyes were brown, and once they settled on a target, she didn't back down.
Symphony used men for sex. Seeing a man in the process of leaving wasn't anything new to Carmella. The man leaned down to kiss Symphony goodbye. She turned her cheek and he awkwardly tried keeping a straight face as he turned and spotted Carmella. He walked down the stairs and passed the blonde neighbor.
"Evening," he nodded.
"Have a nice night," Carmella said.
Carmella walked up to her door, unlocked it, and then looked at Symphony who was standing there only in her thong and a cropped tank top.
"What?" Symphony asked.
"Oh, nothing," Carmella sighed. "Don't you ever get tired of using men like this?"
"They usually leave feeling satisfied," Symphony shrugged.
"Do you even know that guy's name?" Carmella asked.
"Sure, I do. It's Drew," Symphony answered.
"Drew what? And didn't you have a Drew last week too? I remember hearing you moan that name through the wall. Thin walls, you know," Carmella said.
"I don't care about last names. And it wasn't the same Drew. Last week was Drew from work. I know his last name. Drew Gulak. Today's Drew was just a random Drew. He was Scottish and he had a good dick. The dick is all that matters," Symphony said.
Carmella pushed her door open and sighed again.
"It's not healthy being this way," Carmella said.
"I thought someone ought to have sex in this building," Symphony said.
Carmella understood why Symphony lashed out. Carmella was stepping over the line by judging Symphony. The reason behind it was different from what Symphony might think. There was a time Carmella had sex. A lot of it. About the same amount as Symphony.
"I used to be just like you, you know," Carmella said.
Symphony started smiling and then went into laughing.
"You spreading your legs?" Symphony snorted in laughter. "Yeah, right. There's about a bigger chance a nun gets fucked than you. You're as prudish as they come."
"No, really," Carmella said. "I was just like you. Sex was a drug for me. I craved it badly. I went through several men each week if I could. And then I met someone who told me where to go to fix it."
"Fix it? I don't need fixing. I just need to get fucked," Symphony said.
Carmella held out her hand as an open invitation.
"This is not a religious thing or anything. If you're curious, I'd like to tell you about a certain place. It's close and you know about it but I know you've never been there. No one fucking dares to go there," Carmella said.
Symphony crossed her arms and smirked. She was intrigued.
"Where?" Symphony asked.
"The temple," Carmella said. "I can already see it in your eyes. You've always wondered what's up there. How come you never went to take a look? It's not like it's closed off or anything. You can walk right up that mountain and right up those stairs and into it, yet you haven't. Why is that?"
"That place comes with a lot of history," Symphony said. "Or myths. Maybe both."
"Come inside and let me tell you all about it," Carmella said. "Or at least my personal experience from when I went there."
"You've been there?" Symphony asked.
Carmella nodded and stepped into her apartment. She wasn't surprised to find Symphony following behind. Carmella pointed towards her living room. Symphony went and sat down while Carmella got out of her shoes and jacket. She joined Symphony in the living room shortly after.
"What's up there?" Symphony asked.
"What do you think is up there?" Carmella asked.
"It's haunted," Symphony said.
"I suppose you can call it that but they're not ghosts," Carmella said. "They're... Well... Something else. I'm not sure what."
Carmella leaned back in her chair. Symphony on the other hand leaned forward on the couch. She was interested in hearing what might be hiding in the old temple.
"It's a place for women like us to go to get that problem taken care of. Those men up there are not human. They look human but they aren't," Carmella said.
"There's men up there? How many? And what do they do?" Symphony asked.
"Don't drool over the thought. You're gonna be in so much pain and pleasure if you go up there, and I promise you that you'll never feel any urge to have sex again after they're done with you. Pain beats pleasure. Going there took care of my problem and it will take care of yours too," Carmella said.
Symphony pulled her legs up on the couch and smirked. Carmella's warning didn't go in. Of course it didn't sound real. Carmella was well aware that she was coming across as a fairytale teller in this moment.
"Go there and take a look. Nothing will happen until you walk up those stairs and enter their ground. They won't touch you at the foot of the temple. There's a wall there showing pictures of men and animals. I'm not sure what it means. I only saw the men. Every man on that wall," Carmella said.
"Are the dicks any good?" Symphony asked.
"I can see you don't believe me. It doesn't matter. Go there and see for yourself," Carmella said. "I have to warn you though. Once you go up there, you're not gonna get away until they're done with you. No matter how hard you cry, how loud you scream, how much you beg, they will not let you go until they all had a taste of you."