Six months had passed since my first experience with my friend John. By that time I had amassed quite a wardrobe including wigs & hair enhancers, not to mention some VERY expensive lingerie. One day while alone & bored I pondered getting dressed just to perfect the image I wanted to cultivate. All of a sudden I heard a huge crash in the corridor of the apartment building where I lived.I ran to the door & opened it to see 2 moving men had dropped an iron headboard. I knew the unit next door was vacant, but was unaware someone had leased it. As I helped the guys pick up the heavy iron work, I felt a hand on my shoulder. The new tenant had appeared & introduced himself as Vincent. Dark hair--workingmans natural muscled body with 5'oclock shadow. Tan & smelled of soap. I guess I must have blushed & I am sure he caught me staring but I shook his hand like a real "guy." I inquired if he was single or married & he told me he & his girlfriend had taken the unit. I almost heaved a sigh of relief, thinking ok, wont be too much contact between us. Two weeks passed & except for the usual moving in sounds & picture hanging, nothing unusal occured.I had seen his girlfriend in passing & she was attractive & pleasant. One day I found myself in the elevator with Vincent & he informed me that he was single again as of the day before. He asked if I had anyone steady & I laughed & said NO! We went to our respective doors & said goodnight. As I locked my door I speculated on how damn sexy he was then shook my head to clear it. Three hours later as I sat in front of my mirror totally made up & wearing a purple satin pajama ensemble with matching heels & a tousled blond wig --it dawned on me that I had forgotten to dispose of the days trash. It was late--the disposal wasn't far from my door so I said oh what the hell. Making sure I couldn't lock myself out I tiptoed into the corridor & disposed of the 2 bags of trash. Just as I approached my door, Vincents opened & he caught a glimpse of me slipping back inside my unit.I locked the door quickly but he knocked & asked if Jerry ( me) was still awake---I whispered no through the door. The next morning I found myself once again in the elevator with Vincent--both of us leaving for work. He looked like he hadnt slept much & he replied that something had bothered him all night. He then directly asked me if the woman in the hall the night before had been me. I tried to look shocked but failed-I laughed & said yes it was---dressing was a hobby of mine. He grinned & said wow you looked DAMN good. Later that day when I returned from work I made sure I didn't run into him & literally locked myself in my unit & was as silent as possible.I bathed & dressed--this time in black lace. At 11 pm the doorbell rang, it was Vincent--I said through the door I cannot let you in & he said please--I need to talk. I opened the door & he gasped He had on just an athletic tank & cut offs.I offered him a drink--he said sure & kept on staring. I handed him the drink & smelled his soapy aroma We settled down to chat & he asked how all this had happened to me. I told him all about that Sunday paintjob & my friend John. He admitted he didn't know what he was feeling about all this but was very intrigued.I dont know what about that statement angered me but I informed him I was not a laboratory experiment & asked him to leave. I crossed the room & opened the door, he put down his drink & headed towards me. Instead of leaving he slammed the door, kissed my neck & reached under my panties & impaled me on a thick finger---then 2 fingers--then 3 fingers...I was so weak with lust all I could do was moan & stroke his biceps. I licked his collarbone. He kissed my chin & continued to finger me deeply--teasing me --making me beg. Our clothes got lost--he was rough & demanding of me, orally & anally. Finally after a long night he went home to his place. when we meet he greets me as a guy---after 11 pm most nights he comes to me & makes me his slut slave.