A room comes with a cost - Part 3 - Sexgeschichten

A room comes with a cost - Part 3

... him. Damp? Fuck. His chuckle rumbled.

"Better. Practice that... If you ask me you are hired. Next shift on Thursday, sit with 'em. Earn it."

I fled into the night, skirt hiked under my jeans for the walk home, thighs chafing. Dawn crept up as I slipped in... Mike's light off, but the log sat open on the counter. No entry yet. But tonight...

At six p.m. I arrived at home.

"Sarah? That's you? You got the job?", Mike asked.

"Yeah, had a trial shift. This Thursday the first real shift begins."

"Good girl. Rest a little. Then chores."

I nodded, sighed and went to my room.

In my room I leaned against my closed door and rubbed my temples.

I jumped on my bed and took my phone out.

Got the job. Skimpy uniform, touchy customers. Hate it.

"Fuck… already wet… Why?"

My hand wanders down my belly under the waistband of my jeans. My finger found my clit and it felt like an explosion.

The situation in the diner began to replay in my head. Me at in the short skirt and the tight blouse. The hands of the customers.

My finger began to move faster.

Knock, knock.

Fuuuuck.

"Sis, the house won't clean it my itself.", I heard Liams voice.

I jumped and pulled my hand out of my pants.

"Coming." Fuck that's closer at the truth than I want it.

"Can't wait for it."

Horny and desperate I went down and saw Mike, Liam and Steven waiting in the kitchen.

"Jeans? Hoodie?"Liam drawled, leaning back in his chair.

"Sis, Rule 1: Uniform for ...

... chores. Tank and shorts only. Or did you forget how to read?"

Mike didn't look up, but his voice cut through.

"Boys, get her changed. Supervision starts now… no more shortcuts."

Heat flooded my cheeks, rebellion sparking hot in my chest.

"I was just… fine, whatever."

My feet dragged as Liam hopped up, grabbing my elbow with that boyish grin, Steven flanking my other side like twin wardens.

The door creaked open, and I twisted free, shooting them a glare.

"Out. I can change alone."

Steven chuckled, leaning against the frame, arms crossed.

"Nah. Rule says supervised. Strip, sis. Let's see the show."

Liam nodded, eyes gleaming as he shut the door behind us—soft click, no lock, but enough to trap the space. My stomach knotted, pulse hammering, but I turned my back, fingers fumbling the hoodie's zipper. It peeled off slow, revealing the thin white tank clinging to my curves, the lacy edge of my black bra peeking at the straps. Cool air kissed my skin, nipples tightening traitor against the fabric despite the flush burning my neck.

"Keep going," Liam murmured, voice low and eager, both of them settling on the bed's edge like they owned the room… which, fuck, they kinda did now.

Jeans next. I unbuttoned them with shaking hands, shimmying the denim down my hips, until it pooled at my ankles. Underneath, the black lace panties hugged low, sheer enough to hint at the smooth mound beneath. Hoping they didn't catch the wet spot on it I stepped free quick, ...