You let her go and turn to see Katherine and Eve standing over the still sleeping Rebecca. Eve looks up at you and smiles and then holds up a can of shaving cream. You see the pure evil in her eyes for just a second. She nods at you slowly and deliberately. You shake your head quickly. She does this pleading beautiful face that tears at your heart. You put your hands together begging her not to. She just shrugs and tosses the can behind her back. It clangs across the floor.
You turn around and see your face in the mirror. You're covered in chocolate cream pie and fine white flour. You just smile. For a moment you wonder if this is a regular occurrence with in this house with these three ladies.
"Can I use the shower" you say as you turn to Christy who's already sweeping up the spilt flour.
"Sure, use the one in my room" she says with a smirk "but be careful the hot water is tricky with these old pipes. You have to make sure you turn it just right."
"Thanks" you say.
You turn around and begin to walk to her room.
"Two things, there are fresh towels in the closet and the other thing is that's Katherine's room." Christy yells back to you as you begin turning the door knob.
You take a step back and move over to Christy's door. You open it up and the first thing that catches you eyes is the brass pole that runs from the ceiling to the floor. The same kind of pole you would find in a strip joint. You look around the room and it's almost a solid mix of catholic school girl and complete tramp. Her old high school cheerleading trophy lays next to a reward certificate for the best wet t-shirt contest at Gumby's strip club.
You open up the closet and to the left are normal pants, skirts and blouses. To the right are all of her "dancing" outfits. Then a little more to the right you find a stack of towels. You grab two and walk in to the bath room. Taking off your clothing you notice that you erection hasn't left you once since the unfinished hand job at the jazz club.
You adjust the shower trying to get the best temputure in the shower. The slightest move left or right makes it way to hot or cold. You decide on way too hot. The steam fills the room as you begin to lather yourself up. You begin slowly stroke your now rock hard cock when you see someone is watching you through the glass shower door. |