Kaden was working breakfast. He has been very distant with me since the very first day I met him, but I can’t deny I will always love that about him, the fact I can be sure he will always leave me the fuck alone until he knows I’m on the verge of begging for him. Until my eyes can’t hide it anymore, until my pussy takes over the little sanity I have left.
“I’m leaving in a few days,” I said, planting into his mind to give me his cock one more time before I go, hopefully this time stuffing me.
“Looks like I’m gonna have to spend more time with you,” he said.
Lucky me.
I sat on the couch and called my mom before I went into work. Kaden looked at me with the nearly empty basket of table linens in his hand. He lifted it up slightly. As if ringing a bell, I knew it was a command to meet him downstairs to throat fuck him. However, due to my inability to multitask for shit, by the time I mouthed, “just leave it downstairs,” it was too late. I was so mad at myself. I lost my chance and had the punishment of feeling insatiably horny.
I couldn’t focus at work. As I was folding laundry, all I saw were visions of his cock appearing on the white sheets, as if I was a projector casting images onto a screen. I was weak for him. His taste, only in my memories now.
He came down shortly after, my eyes ridden with sex. My coworkers were busy moving all around us. When no one was looking, I whispered, “I am so horny,” with eyes that told him I’ve suffered long enough.
My vulnerable statement lingered out in the open, as if I just said something he could use against me. All he did was smirk. Everyone filtered out only for a matter of seconds.
“Say it,” he said, “I like when you talk to me like a slut.”
Silence met him. He grabbed my pussy so hard that he lifted my entire body up for a second. He continued to finger fuck me over my pants. He didn’t even look at me as he was playing with my pussy, completely aloof. Instead, he looked over my head while I had to keep watch for people coming.
He walked out the second he heard the girls coming out from the back. I could feel every aching millisecond of his fingers releasing the grip from my pussy. I grabbed his bulge for the second that I could and almost chased him out the door, begging for more of his touch. Despite the agony, I was glad he was gone, for that’s what I desired most about him—his elusiveness. He escaped, and I went back to fantasy.
Later, I went to the gift shop to buy some clothing for my family and to hangout with Vance for a few minutes before lunch. Juozas was there, flirting with a girl he told me he fancied, or was the closest thing to his type. I teased him in Lithuanian, reminding him that he had a girlfriend. I didn’t really care, I thought it was fun and entertaining listening to him pick up on chicks.
He began to walk around the store, picking out things he wanted me to buy for him.
I rolled my eyes and said, “I don’t buy things for men. I’m not that kind of girl. Done that for the majority of my relationships, now the very thought of it is repulsive to me.”
“But you’re buying stuff for other people right now.”
”Yeah, my family.”
*gets into offended stance* “Whaaat?” he reacted. “Now, now, now! Are you telling me I’m not your family?”
We lost it in laughter. A second later I caught him staring at my ass and biting his lip. He had the same attention span as me when it came to placing a sexy body in my direct field of vision. I started to turn my hips away from him.
“Why are you trying to hide your ass from me?” he asked. “I already see your tits twice a day.”
Vance was watching our interaction the entire time. “I don’t understand anything you guys are saying,” he says, “but all I know is you both are huge flirts.”
We both blushed as we had another deep belly laugh. I really love how much I laugh with him. It’s always to the point of tears, no matter what mood I’m first in. Truly, it is such a different and unique energy when two flirty people meet and can play off of that energy whilst having the discernment to know there are still boundaries.
He proceeded to stare directly at my nipples. I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine, so I stared directly at his bulge while I had a conversation with him.
“Okay, fair,” he said as he broke off the energy by turning away. “God, when I’m around you for an extended period of time I begin to feel really drunk and dizzy. I have to be careful when I get in that state because it could be dangerous.” Then he joked about having to lock his door when he starts to feel like that. So many dudes have said that to me. God, it’s not like I’m going to rape them. That would take way too much energy. I’d rather make them think it was their own idea.
I went to fill up my water at the server station, knowing Kaden was there. I was acting pouty for not having gotten what I fully wanted from him.
“Say it,” he said, “tell me what that slutty little mind of yours is thinking.”
I sunk my shoulders. “You intimidate me,” I said.
“As I should,” he said.
With people in the background, he whispered, “I like getting you wet. Did I make you come when I played with your pussy?”
I shook my head no.
“Do you think about me when you play with your pussy?”
I was already taking mental images of his eyes to use for masturbation. That alone makes me cum in seconds. I took a sip of water and said, “More than you know.”
“Mm, good girl,” he groaned.
Finally, he came downstairs to drop off the napkins. The Dominican girls were around, however out of earshot.
“Play with your pussy,” he demanded as he placed the basket on the floor.
So, I did, or at least I started to. A few of the girls left, then he stood outside, giving off the appearance he was enjoying some fresh air. I watched him through the foggy glass window of my door. He gave me a look that told me to finish what he started. I slipped my hand below my waist. He nodded approvingly, proud of me for following his directives.
“Faster,” he mouthed.
I picked up the pace. He tapped his finger on his temple, signaling for me to think fast and pay attention to my surroundings in case someone were to come. I was trying hard not to lose focus while in the heat of pleasure. I took a breath and kept my eyes centered on his bulge, inspiring me to get closer to climax. His vision always remained centered on me although it was as if he wasn’t really there. I continued to touch myself. As soon as I opened my mouth to let out a slight moan with my breath, one of the girls came out, suddenly suspicious of my facial expression. Kaden walked away right that second, completely out of sight.
There has been a new girl from Turkey working in the laundry/housekeeping department with us. She is so sweet and I really like her energy. I tried making her feel welcome as I know what it feels like to be the new chick. The Thai girls brought back a pill bottle they found in one of the TSA rooms. It was some sort of horny goat thing that kept men virile in the bedroom.
“Is empty,” one of them said.
Then another one said, “Room 45,” as she raised her eyebrows implying someone had a good time.
The new girl loved it. I’m not going to lie, I love when the housekeepers tell me that I need to wear gloves because people in the room we’re having sex. Something about touching the sheets just does it for me. I like visualizing who it might have been and what they might have been doing to each other.
At the end of our shift we had half an hour to kill so the entire housekeeping team just hung out. We went over all of the people who were quitting. It seemed after I put my notice in everyone started doing the same. We spoke about how we had the best team. There were about 10 of us altogether, we worked well and there was never any drama. Suddenly, a woman from retail came into the laundry room to get through the exit door, and for some reason all of us just went completely silent.
Then Yanira goes, “You are safe.”
We all busted out laughing because it was just this language barrier, and her accent just made it. Clay then comes in with a bottle of champagne he found in a room.
“Wow, people will be partying!” I said.
“I found three condoms in the trash,” he said, then, “that’s the first time I found them in the trash. Usually they are used on the floor.”
So after all of these shenanigans and when work had ended, I walked back to Brown Town and talked to Dax. He was hanging out on the balcony with Barry and someone else. Mason was conversing with a group of people in the parking lot. He left the group once he noticed me, then made his way towards me. We both had the animalistic look in our eyes.
I gestured my head at my room door. “Wanna come over for a sec?” I asked sweetly.
“How ‘bout for a minute?” he flirted.
As we were walking over to my door, I turned around to look at the boys, making sure they were watching me take him to my room. I placed a seashell in front of the door as Georgina told me to do in case I were to bring someone home to fuck. I closed the door behind me, then pulled him in close. My mouth open and ready to be indulged in, he leaned in to kiss me, ravenous as hell to taste me.
He played with my pussy over my leggings and said, “Mm, I missed her,” then gave her an extra squeeze.
I had Kaden to thank for warming her up throughout the day.
I told myself I would only make out with him, but then I grabbed his balls and the warm weight of them changed my mind instantly.
Maybe just a taste, I thought to myself.
I got down on my knees. He quickly helped undo his pants for me. I didn’t even look up at him as I was unbuckling him, not caring much about my manners of holding eye contact with my master. I just needed cock. I put him in my mouth, sucking, feeling his blood rising. He definitely worked extra hard today. I could taste it on him, picking up on the extra musky scent of his balls. I was hooked.
He begged to stuff me with his cock. “God, I just want to feel you so fucking bad,” he mumbled.
“Yeah?” I taunted as I looked up at him, giving him slight hope.
“Only the tip?” he asked.
“Okay,” I moaned, “only the tip.”
I stood up, looked around for a spot to be bent over and chose my dresser. I pulled my pants down, my red thong covered in cum from being mentally teased all day. He jerked himself off as I spat on my fingers for extra lubrication, then he pushed the tip in. I shoved my ass back towards him, wanting more.
“Nuh-uh,” he said, “you said only the tip.”
A man of his word, I liked that.
“Shove it in,” I said, “I want all of it.”
He gave me everything without hesitation. Was so happy when they let me have it. He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me in, pounding me as hard as he could. He wasn’t vocal in bed, but instead showed me through action that he could take care of my needs—physical ones, that is.
The dresser was shaking, all of my personal items were falling on the floor. My eyes rolled back as I took the full length of him. He had some pent up energy—very, very good for me. He grew thicker in my pussy, more rapid in pace. I splayed my legs out wider, matching his thrusts.
“Baby, I’m going to cum,” he said.
I felt sad knowing it was coming to an end so soon, but I was on par with being a good girl and getting in position when I needed to.
“Come here, baby,” he said as he pushed my head down, giving way for my knees to hit the floor.
He was already spurting cum just as I was opening my mouth. His sperm was extra hot and my mouth was extra wet. He was looking up at the ceiling as he finished jerking himself, barely able to stand from how good it felt to release himself on me. I made sure to lick him up squeaky clean then took a deep inhale of the sharp scent his cock emitted after he came. He was to die for.
I stood up and he was still completely out of breath. He fell into me, holding my hips as he put his face down towards my pelvis, resting his forehead on my left hip. “Ugh,” he groaned, “I needed that.”
“Me, too,” I said. I had his cum on my glasses, decided to keep it there the rest of the night and wear it like a token.
“You’re such a little naughty, freaky girl.”
I tossed my hair some then joked, “Ready for the walk of shame?”
“Oh, I don’t give a shit who sees,” he said.
“Neither do I,” I said.
We opened the door to find there were now about five dudes on the balcony, Russ included. All of them just staring at us.
“Goddamn,” Mason said, “got the whole crew waiting for us.”
I came out smiling. I hoped they were disgusted with me. I pranced my way over to the EDR. I found Juozas there and jokingly tasseled hair because I knew he was a germaphobe and would hate it.
“Just finished fucking the construction guy,” I said.
He slapped my hand off of him then fixed up his hair. “You are a nympho, there is no fucking denying that. That’s what you are.”
I saw Applesauce and Natasha, they congratulated me on my new job.
“Thank you!” I said, “yeah, I love Glacier Bay, but certain things weren’t doing it for me. It’s important for me to prioritize my mental health over anything else.
Applesauce laughed in a way that said, “Ohhh I feel you. Run while you can.” Apparently people that have been here in the past said this was the first that people have quit this early on into the game.