Against my better judgement, and everything inside me, I go over and scoot the chair away from the door. I silently crack the door open just half an inch and look out.

I stop breathing when I see Rebecca’s back as she bends over the tub. She’s leaning down, testing the water, and her ass is on full display. I can see the bright pink floss peeking out from between her cheeks, and I start touching myself.

I’m so ashamed, but I’m only looking. She walked around like this earlier, so it’s okay. Right?

I keep stroking as I focus on that little pink string, and what it would look like if she pulled it to the side. Would she have to hold her ass cheeks apart so I could see all her holes? Would they be a pretty, soft pink like her lips? I wonder what she tastes like. Would she let me put my mouth there? I’ve never done anything sexual, but I think I could figure it out. I would do anything she’d let me, and I would make it so good for her.

I grip my cock so hard, that it takes me by surprise when I suddenly cum. I feel it shoot out of my cock and down my hands. “Oh God,” I whisper as my cum goes everywhere. I wasn’t planning on this, but God, it feels so good. I glance up and see Rebecca flip around. Before I can see her reaction, I slam the closet door and move the chair back.

“Just great,” I say to myself and look at the mess I’ve made. I grab my ruined underwear and clean up while shame washes over me. I get dressed in an embarrassed hurry and try to tuck my still-hard cock into fresh underwear. “What is wrong with me?”

When I exit the closet the bathroom door is open, but I don’t look in.

“I have a dinner to attend tonight,” I say aloud.

“Yeah, I remember. I was there ten minutes ago.”

I hear a little giggle in her voice and I’m mortified.

“I’ll be back in four hours.”

“That’s very exact.”

“I like to keep a schedule. Please make yourself at home. We can go over your duties tomorrow, so for tonight, just relax. You should find everything you need here. If not, please call down to Claude, and he will notify me.”

“Have fun tonight. Hope you brought ear plugs.”

I smile a little at her dig, and exit the bedroom. When I walk into the living room I see Cindy is standing and ready to go.

“Shall we?” she asks with a bit of annoyance in her voice. I guess she isn’t used to waiting.

“Let’s make this quick. I need to get back as soon as this is over.” Who knows what that woman in my tub is going to do while I’m away.

BECS

Holy crap, I think I could do laps in this tub if I wanted. I don’t think I’ve ever been in one this big before. Sinking lower, I let the warm water cover me completely. If I could have gotten him to take me up on the offer of my virginity I could totally do the whole Pretty Woman scene right now. I can’t believe he turned me down. People have offered to pay me for sex before. They see you coming and going into the shelter or a shitty motel and they assume. Why was I so disappointed that he turned me down? Would I have really done it?

Looking down at myself I know I’m not model pretty. I’m short and curvy all over. My hips are wide and my breasts are full and more than a handful. Maybe I’m just not his type. His world is order and perfection, I’m chaos and anarchy.

I should be happy. I landed a higher-paying job, I get to look at Mr. Vanilla’s ass a lot more, and I have a solid place to stay for a while. But for some reason I only feel annoyed with myself.

Cindy. Even thinking her name makes me roll my eyes. She is so…freaking perfect. She fits in with his order and perfection. Why do I care so much? Oh yeah, because she’s going out with my Mr. Vanilla. My? Fuck me. Yeah, like I ever had a chance with him. He thinks I’m strange, which isn’t far off the mark. I clearly would never fit into his world.

Leaning back, I quickly rinse out my hair, and wash my body. Grabbing a couple of big fluffy white towels, I wrap one around my body and use another to dry my hair, dropping it on the floor when I’m done.

The bathroom is completely white, and bigger than my entire rent-by-the-week motel room. There’s not one dash of color anywhere in here. Except for me. The water has remnants of purples and pinks from some of my hair dye washing out, as does the towel I dropped on the floor. Even the tile is spotted with droplets of hair dye, making it look like a unicorn pissed on the floor. For some reason it makes me smile. Maybe because I know that this will probably annoy him as much as I’m annoyed by his date with Cindy. Who knows, maybe it’s not a date.

Who am I kidding? Between what she was wearing, and his putting on a fresh suit, they were obviously going somewhere nice. Probably some place so nice I couldn’t get a job waiting tables there.

Grabbing the t-shirt Vanilla gave me off the sink counter, I slip it on. The shirt fits my hips snugly but still drops to mid-thigh, reminding me how tall he is. His body is lean and has more of a runner's build than that of a man who lifts a lot of weights.

I bet the shirt would be loose on little Miss Cindy, but I’d also wager she hasn’t eaten all week. That thought reminds me I haven’t eaten all day. Making my way towards the kitchen, I can’t help but notice how bland everything is. The penthouse is beautiful with windows that let in the light from the city, but everything seems so emotionless. I walk over to a window and place my forehead against the cold glass as I look out. His place is on the top floor and it’s hard to make anything out, being up so high. I feel my fingers twitch, and I would give anything to have a paint brush right now. It’s been too long.




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