Sam was wandering through her local thrift store, her hands in the pockets of her light blue zip up hoodie, browsing through the limited costume selection they had, looking for something simple to wear, or even just a nice new accessory. She headed over to a wall of wigs, picking up a rainbow colored one and taking it out, comparing its length to her own mid-back length straight silky brunette locks, the wig falling several inches too short. She frowned, stuffing it back in its plastic bag and hanging it back up, in love with rainbow hair, but not wanting to damage her own with constant bleaching and dying. She next looked over in the accessory area, searching for a tiny hair clip hat or a spoopy piece of headgear. As she turned the corner for the aisle, the ruby glint of something shiny on the jewelry display caught her eye, almost magnetically drawing her towards it. She’d always been distracted by shiny things when she was bored, so this was the perfect storm.
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The games we play
Charlie was almost done with his shift. Night shifts could be unpredictable, as you never knew if you’d be dealing with drunk guests, fire alarms, broken plumbing and god knows what else, or if it would be mostly trying to fight off boredom for eight hours. This shift had been the latter, and as it was coming to an end, he only really had to contend with delivering room service up to a couple of early risers.
He was very happy to be greeted at the door to one of the suites by a stunning young woman in an exceptionally tight and low cut top. Not a bad way to end the shift, and definitely an image to keep in his mind for later. She cheerily waved him in and he wheeled his cart up next to the dresser in the corner of the room. He asked if there would be anything else, mostly hoping for a tip.
“Uhh, actually, maybe,” she replied, before backtracking, “No… No… it’s silly, and it’s not your job…”
“Are you sure, Miss? I don’t mind, we are here to help and everything. See… says so on the badge.” He gestured to the company logo pinned to his chest and laughed a little.
She laughed a little too and so she carried on, “OK, like I said, it’s silly, but, you’re a young guy so I thought you may be a gamer and, see I’ve got this game on my phone and I keep dying on this one bit and uh, you wouldn’t have played it have you?”
He chuckled a little to himself. He was a fairly avid gamer and if it killed off a few minutes which he got to spend with her, as opposed to waiting on the front desk, he’d take it. “I can’t say I’ve played it, but most of these games are similar, I could have a look, I mean, it beats working, right?”
“I guess so,” she smiled back, “and if anyone asks I’ll cover for ya. Say you were helping find my keys or something. Here, just hop on the bed and I’ll show you…”
Not exactly the context he’d wanted to hear her say those last few words, but he did as she asked. He leaned over her shoulder as she began to play.
“So it’s just this part here, pretty much as soon as I land I get blown up…”
As he looked on, the screen was the last thing on his mind. He adjusted himself to get a better view down her top. He was practically drooling at the sight of her cleavage, and it definitely looked like she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. He was rock hard within a second but unfortunately, as he was not paying attention to the game, true to her word she was quickly blown to pieces and turned back to say, “See; that bit, every… single…” she realised he wasn’t paying attention, “HEY! Quit staring at my tits, creep! Get the fuck off my bed!”
He attempted to jump off quickly and ended up falling over and onto the floor. He rose, totally disorientated, blurting out “I’m sorry,” and then stood there like a dear in the headlights, still staring at her, as she stared back a the bulge in his pants. She quickly turned the phone on him and took a couple of snaps of it. “No! Please don’t!” he protested. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“Don’t give me that, I hear it all the time. Guys think because there’s a little cleavage on show that I’m just looking for your attention; well I’m not. You can’t go objectifying your patrons like that.”
In reality, she very much did wear it for the attention, or more accurately, so she could catch guys staring, and make them squirm.
“It’s not like that!” He protested again, “I wasn’t objectifying you I just, couldn’t help but notice…”
“Oh, please, look at you! You’re practically ripping a hole in your pants, I bet you’re a couple of strokes from creaming yourself.”
She wasn’t wrong, but he had to try and deny it at least. But before he could open his mouth she shut him down.
“Ya know what, in fact, I think you should do it. Don’t try and pretend you weren’t going to jerk off to me when you got home, so just do it. Come on; show me what you were going to do!”
He looked at her, pleading with his eyes but she was not relenting. He reached down to unbuckle his belt before she again cut him off. “Oh, no! You keep those on, I don’t want your cum all over my room, you can take that with you when you leave.”
He gingerly began to massage his manhood through his pants. He felt ready to explode already; he’d never felt so powerless in front of a woman before, but the adrenaline boost that came with the fear of repercussions was making him harder than he’d ever been before.
“There, now how do you like it, being treated like a piece of meat? I’m getting another couple of shots of this, I know pervs like you are always trying to do that to me so you can beat yourself off when you get home, well this time…”
Before she could finish her thought he hunched over and gasped as her scolding turn was turning him on like nothing he’d ever felt before. Several jets of spunk squirted into his boxers and the formerly light grey material of his uniform trousers.
As his mind raced to try and comprehend what he’d just done, her expression swiftly changed from disdained to delighted. She grinned widely and snapped several more shots of him and laughing bawdily.
“Ho… Ly… Shit! I guess you liked it a lot!” she exclaimed. “Wow, look at the size of that cum stain. Very, nice…” she congratulated him with a cheeky wink.
He looked confused. What had just happened?
“Let me just send that off to my friends… aaaannnnd, done!”
“Yeah, me and a few other girls keep score of guys we make cream themselves and it’s pics or it didn’t happen so, sorry ‘bout that, but hey; at least I’m not sending it to your manager. Now… let me just check the table… and with that, I take the lead; UH! Number one! Thank you…” she looked at his name tag, “Charlie. OK, you can go now.” He continued to stare, dumbfounded before she confirmed she was not kidding. “Leave! Go! Good luck cleaning that up and all, but, I’m done with you. Shoo!”
As he headed for the door she amused herself with a little victory dance, and the knowledge that despite his earlier protest, he would definitely be whacking off to thoughts of her when he got home.