Wow, so much hot and weird drama, but I'd love to chat and possibly build a RP off it since I love this subreddit and I just need to get this off my chest. Not even hiding people's names because it would somehow take away from how amazing this is...

I live in a very major west coast city in basically the top two floors of a row house with three bedrooms. It's always been really chill and I've been the longest tenant. About 3 years ago a married gay couple moved into the spare bedroom. They were sweet, from the east coast, kind of what you imagine by a textbook gay couple: James was short, effeminate, short blond hair, a bit chubby and got me reeeeally into Real Housewives and RPDR, and Brandon was tall, stockier, shaggy brown hair, definitely worked out but was more on the quieter side. They were in their late 30s and had been together for literally 12 years, I was in awe. We got along really great because at the time I was with this guy and they helped me realize what an absolutely toxic relationship it was.

The other bedroom was pretty much empty for a long time since the owner of the house needed to keep some stuff in there for storage. But I guess they wanted to make more of a profit off the place, so this April they emptied the room out and started posting ads for it.

As it turns out, a friend of a friend of a friend from the bar I used to work at was looking for a place. I think I had met this girl only once, and she kind of always came across as what one male friend called "crazy pussy": fake positivity and never stopped smiling, barely 5 feet tall but loud and extroverted so you could hear her a mile away, clingy verging on psychopathic. But I guess her big tits and the fact that she wore out all the guys she met at the bar made up for it. I wasn't thrilled at the possibility of living with her but I'm not gonna say no to someone even remotely in our friend group.

Anyway, she moved in June and IMMEDIATELY I could tell something was off ever since Kayla arrived. Like the energy in the apartment became super charged and dangerous, like a powder keg. Order of events that led to things being completely insane at this point:

1. She has a bad habit of walking around the apt in various states of undress or being inappropriate. I wouldn't mind if it was just us girls, but with the two guys here, it just felt super weird. Like tits out while she leaves her room to get water, or a baggy t shirt with no underwear, not even a thong, to grab a snack.

I can James hates this behavior, and he even goes as far as to tell me, as a fellow chick, to tell her to fucking quit it. And when I do, Kayla literally tells me, "Well, Brandon doesn't seem to mind." And over the next week, I started noticing that yeah... he really didn't?

Case in point, Brandon works from home and Kayla is looking for a job, so they often hang out at the apt. I usually get home mid-day from my morning routine to get ready for my glorious life in bartending and hostessing, and every fucking time they're just chilling on the couch, her tits out, him in loungewear, just chatting. I even came home one day and she was literally fucking naked except for a thong, and they were watching the new or some shit, talking away like it was completely normal... so I dropped ever talking to her about it again, even though James continued being visibly annoyed.

2. It was a boring weekday and we were all just chilling, cooking, hanging out, one of those nights. I brought over a bottle of tequila from the bar and we all just drank and chatted. I could tell that James was super on edge because of how close Brandon and Kayla were over the course of the night. Laughing, play fighting, really giving off vibes.

Then Kayla, who probably already drank a fifth of the bottle, loudly announced that she wanted to play Truth or Dare. And obviously she kept pointing all her truth and dare requests to Brandon, and vice versa, while James and I just sat there shocked as fuck. Kayla asked Brandon if he ever thought about girls, even in porn, and he said sometimes. He even talked about wanting to lose his gold star, which I could tell made James super fucking uneasy. He asked her if she'd ever consider hooking up with a gay guy, and she answered all flirty that "Well, he wouldn't be a gay guy then would he?" It was charged and some fucking uncomfortable that I had to tell everyone that I needed to clean up and it was already midnight and some of us have to work in the morning.....

3. Towards the middle-late part of last month, I usually work a full day on Thursdays but that day had just decided to come home early and not work my double shift because of some knee pain. The first thing I notice when I walk through the door is how quiet the place is, Netflix on the TV but no movie, shades were down, kinda seemed super sketch to be honest.

And then I just hear rhythmic pounding. Like, hard but faint. I walk upstairs to where the guys stay and where Kayla's room is too, and the sound is coming from Kayla's room. This bitch is getting her brains fucked out, holy fuck she must've found someone not at the bar because I hadn't seen her there lately, I thought.

I didn't even mind it, all I wanted to do was take a Tylenol and crash on the couch with an ice pack. And as I hear her get louder and loud (she was already screaming Fuck Me's and OMG's but now she was just obviously approaching an orgasm), I hear her scream three words: "God yes, Brandon!"

I went back to work...

4. I hate getting into personal drama (even though yes, it's fun to hear about), so I never mentioned that event to James. Hell, it could be a different Brandon anyway. So I literally put it behind me and never thought about it again.

Cut to me and our friends wanting to go to pride events that weekend. I'm a huge LGBTQIA ally and will always support my queer brothers and sisters, but as we're all hanging out at the apartment getting ready to go, I see Kayla come down in her sluttiest outfit saying she wanted to go too. She painted her nails like a rainbow (kinda trashy), her tits out, shorts barely hiding her curves, and this bitch has the nerve to tell all of us that she's probably the biggest ally out of all of us and she's so excited to party "with those homos." She's clearly been pre-partying since her voice is now intensely loud.

We go to a few bars, say hi to a few folks, Kayla being her usual flirty self but no one really giving her the time of day since yeah.. they're gay. And then we end up at the same bar as James and Brandon. Immediately like a magnet the two of them are already chatting at the bar while James and his buddies are just dancing, gossiping and shit.

Things kinda improved with Kayla and James because I guess they had a heart to heart and worked it out ("He's now my BFF" Kayla obnoxiously told me... like she wasn't probably fucking his husband every day lol). I could definitely tell James's guard was now fully down.

An hour passes and I don't see Brandon and Kayla anymore... which I was like, don't involved, girl. This isn't about you. But I had to pee and went off looking for a bathroom.

They're all single occupancy stalls in this very open space, but you kinda have to go to each stall to see if they're occupied. Skeezy as hell since there were a lot of undressed boys in various states of getting it on. But one stall had the door almost closed and it wasn't totally clear that anyone was in there so I approach and look through the crack. And there's Kayla, sitting on the closed toilet with her knees by her ears, and Brandon eating the fucking out of her while thankfully the super loud EDM drowns out her loud as fuck moans.

I just went home, I can't deal with this shit at the point...

5. I love the final weekend events here, even though they get a little debaucherous. I usually leave whichever bar we're at with our gay friends when things get that crazy. At this point, I'm planning to tell James because he's coming off as completely clueless... even though I literally have 0 interest in going through with it because I do. not. want. to. get. pulled in at all.

I figured though, there's a parade, it'll be out in daylight, the four of us plus our friends but also J&B's friends, just one big gang. Kayla there dressed like a slut again, screaming her head off as the parade is happening and telling anyone who'll listen how strong of an ally she is to the gay community. EYE ROLL!

We're not even there for 30 minutes before Brandon tells us he has a stomach bug, probably something he ate at brunch. And it's not like James can leave because they're with all their friends at this huge ass parade. So immediately before Kayla can say she'll go home too, I volunteer but then Kayla volunteers too and Brandon and her lock eyes and say they're going back to their place.

After a couple hours I get my fill and head home, only to walk in and there is Brandon, in all his naked glory, in our kitchen. Sheepish at hell, hiding his clearly very big half hard dick in his hands, and tell him me how he just wanted to get some water. The house SMELLED like nonstop fuck (if you know the smell, you know).

I just leave...

This bitch, this "ally", fucking this married gay man that I'm not even sure if gay anymore. And I feel like at this point things are careening toward something bad but it's like a slow motion train wreck and I'm like... okay, what's going to happen next? What crazy shit if Kayla going to pull now that she's going full-speed into toxic drama mess. It'd be fun to imagine it because I can't lie, Brandon is hot, she's a slut, and they DID seem kinda great together each time I heard/caught them.

But also... how fucking hot, right?