The XXX Sleeper - Part 2
If you’re new to this series, please read part 1 first. Previously… Aamir Chisti rents an apartment at an apartment complex. He then gets to know his neighbour, Raj, and his wife, Komal. A week after Raj leaves for a long business trip, Aamir meets Komal and has sex with her. After leaving her house, it’s time for this secretive young man to go on his real mission for the night. Now… After having a wash, Aamir waited by the window of his room. Suddenly, he heard a patterned knock on the window of his apartment. “Knock kno-kno-knock knock.” “Knock knock,” Aamir responded with his knocking. “It’s me, Basu.” Aamir immediately pulled the curtains away and opened the window. A young man pulled himself into his room. Then, Aamir closed and curtained the window. The young man was Bashir Qureshi, another youngster who knows Rashid Shaikh. He had brought in a backpack that was identical to that of Aamir. “You know, Bash–.” Aamir tried to say something. Bashir lept at Aamir and shut him up, putting his left hand behind Aamir’s head and his right palm against his mouth. He then slowly moved his head to both sides. Aamir moved his head up and down, confused. Bashir let go of Aamir. He then took out his phone and switched it off. That’s when Aamir realized why he shut him up. Aamir followed suit. “Aamir, you almost screwed up. There’s a reason why we use codenames that don’t sound like our own names. We do that in certain circumstances in the 1st place.” “Sorry. It won’t happen again.” “Better…now, where’s my stuff?” Bashir quickly checked what he had brought with him. “I’ll need a wash, and then, you can come with me for the mission.” After the wash, Bashir started preparing. He wore gloves, thin plastic bags for his legs, and boots and took Aamir’s backpack. “You have another kit, right?” “Yeah.” “Good. Get ready. We must leave soon.” After Aamir got ready too, the two opened Aamir’s apartment door. Soon, they were in the elevator. The entire apartment complex was quiet as they pushed the top floor button. Soon, they were at the top of the apartment above the top floor. This place had protective fences around in case some tenants wanted to come here for some alone time. This place was connected to the top floor by a staircase. Bashir then opened his backpack and removed a layer from within. He turned it around and looked at the small gadgets embedded inside it. “Alright, this shouldn’t be too hard,” Bashir murmured. He then took out his large headphones and wore them. He looked behind him one last time to ensure that nobody else was around and started assembling the pieces. Soon, the somewhat long gadget that was in Bashir’s hands was something thin and long. It has a scope on top, a small lever on the bottom, a stock in the back, and a long, thin tube in front. Bashir placed it on the fence and looked through the scope. “Aamir, take the binos inside the backpack and spot for me,” Bashir said. Aamir took them out and looked towards where Bashir was aiming with his ‘gadget.’ “Do you see it?” “Yeah, Bashir.” “Where?” Aamir looked at where Bashir was aiming. “Turn a little to your right,” Aamir said. “Do you see the red-coloured sign board?” “Yeah.” “Move down along the way.” Bashir started moving his aim down. “Got it,” Bashir said and pulled the lever below. The gadget made a somewhat loud bang sound. Something escaped its barrel. Something escaped the gadget to its right side, but Aamir caught it before it fell. Bashir smiled. “Well done,” he murmured, standing up and moving away from the balcony. “Now, let’s get out of here before the tenants downstairs start to wake up.” Soon, the two were in the elevator. As Aamir held the rubber open, Bashir disassembled and put the pieces back inside. “You did well, Aamir.” “Yeah, but I wish I was the one to pull it.” “Heh, yours will be the next job. I’ll talk to Rashid about that.” Soon, the two were back in Aamir’s apartment. “Ok, I’m going to need the gloves, the plastic socks, and the boots for both of us.” Aamir didn’t question. He did what Bashir told him to do. “You’ll be meeting with Rashid 4 more days from now, 10 am, at the cafe opposite the main college gate. Is the cooker ready?” “No, but it will be by then.” “I’ll tell him. It’d better be ready soon,” Bashir said, sneaking out of Aamir’s window. Aamir took a wash. As he heard the slight noises of some tenants who had just woken up from their slumber, Aamir went to sleep. He seemed weirdly calm about this calm that he turned into a storm. In the morning, Aamir went to college. Aamir was somewhat sleepy in the morning because of all the earlier late night and early morning incidents. Monica, his English teacher, noticed this and warned him against sleeping in her class. The kids were gossiping about a new commissioner coming along because of something that had happened to the old one the night before. Aamir didn’t say anything. He only smiled. The two days went on without an incident. At the end of the 3rd day, Aamir knocked on Komal’s door. Komal opened the door. It was nighttime, so she wore a short-sleeved, full-body Indian nighty. Aamir didn’t waste time talking. He took Komal by her shoulders and pinned her against the wall. He kissed Komal’s lips roughly as his palms went behind her head and rubbed her down to her ass cheeks. He then tightly grabbed Komal’s ass cheeks. “Ah,” Komal gasped as Aamir broke the kiss. “Oh, you’re so aggressive today, Aamir.” “Don’t say you don’t like that.” “Oh, I love that!” Komal said. They started kissing again. While kissing, Aamir pulled Komal’s nighty to both sides of her body, and Komal allowed it to drop to the floor. Aamir then unhooked Komal’s bra, and Komal took it off her shoulders and dropped it.