New Cleaning Gig - Day 2 (Patreon)

I slept like a baby well past noon. When I woke up and took a shower, I opened my purse and checked the money I had earned the night before. As I suspected, it was way more than what I make in a week cleaning houses, and all I had to do was see naked girls who had recently been used.

I decided that, if I was to work that week there, I would need to at least get some nice panties. I didn't want to get mocked because of that again.

A couple of hours later, I was in a fancy department store's lingerie section, unsure of what to buy. I've never been much of a lingerie girl, so I was clueless.

I sent a message to Liz to see if she could be of any help: "Hey Liz, what kind of panties do you think I should buy for work this week? I don't want to make a fool of myself again."

"You're something else. Where are you?" She replied.

I sent her the location, and her reply was, "Help is on the way."

Not sure what to expect, but trusting Liz to sort things out, I waited. Meanwhile, I chose a few pairs I liked and that fit my budget. I made a point to avoid thongs and strings, remembering past discomfort at work.

After a little while, I received a message from an unknown number, "Turn around," it read.

As I turned around, I saw Rey and Emma standing behind me. It was clear Liz had called them to help.

I struggled a bit to recognize them; they were dressed like your average girl, with jeans and blouses, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that would give away how they dress at night.

Rey quickly hugged me, and Emma gave me a polite nod. "We heard you're browsing for some sexy undies, we're here to help!" Rey said, excited.

"Yeah, it's not a big deal, just getting some nice panties, I don't want to be called nasty again," I said, turning to see Emma for that last part.

Rey gave Emma a dirty look for that and said, "OK, that makes sense. Let's see what you got so far."

Emma pried the panties from my hands and quickly went through them, "No, no, maaaaaybe, hell no, no, maybe. Girl, your taste suck!” This time, it came off as playful rather than mean, so I took it in good stride.

“What my dear friend here wants to say,” Rey cut her off, “Is that we’re glad Liz sent us; you really need our help.”

They discarded all of my previous selections and started browsing for me, “What size are you, honey?” Rey Asked.

“7 or 9, depends on...” I hesitated to say the words in such a nice place, but Emma had no such issues.

“Depends on your big ass, right? I have the same issue, girl, I get you!” She practically shouted it. I felt like diving into a pile of discount panties and never coming out.

“Oh, don’t let this bitch annoy you, I’m personally jealous of your amazing rear,” Rey said as she spanked me lightly.

She handed me a couple of strings and a brazilian. When I read the price tags, I noticed they all went well above what I had intended to pay.

“Ummm, it’s not that I don’t appreciate the help, really, but this goes way over my budget. I’m looking for something a bit more... inexpensive?” I said.

“Well, the cheapest option is to go commando, so it’s settled, you won’t wear panties, and you can buy us a margarita for our troubles with the money you just saved,” Emma said in her now familiar sarcastic tone.

I actually considered her idea. I didn’t really need to wear anything, no one would care, and customers don’t see me at all, so...

“She’s obviously kidding, tell her you’re kidding,” Rey said.

“Yes, it’s a joke, don’t take e-ve-ry-thing so seriously, sheesh!” Emma replied.

“We know this is above your possibilities, but we can help you with some of the cost. How much were you planning to spend?” Rey asked.

“200 bucks,” I replied.

“OK, not bad, we can pay the difference, but...” Rey said, “We get to choose all of your panties.”

“And you have to wear all of them this week, no excuses,” Emma finished.

“That’s very generous, I would say no, but I love the idea of new sexy lingerie, to be honest, can I at least veto strings and thongs? Those are murder to work on,” I replied, excited to get some sexy panties.

“Not for us it isn’t, it’s almost our uniform!” Emma said.

“Just one of each and you can wear it on Monday and Tuesday, those are our slow days, you won’t do much anyway,” Rey said.

“OK, you’re on, bring me the slutty underwear,” I said, and immediately regretted my words.

“You’ve asked for it!” said Emma, and she started browsing the nicer sets immediately.

After a few minutes, I had around 12 sets, not only panties, in my hands.

“Alright, let’s go try them on,” Rey said.

“I don’t think you should try underwear on,” I replied.

“That’s in WolfMart, dear, you’re in a different world now,” Emma replied as she waved to the saleslady.

“Hey there,” Emma said as a nice older lady approached us, “My friend here is getting married, and we want to help her pick brand new lingerie for her future hubby to enjoy. Where could we do this? We need as much privacy as we can get.”

“Well dear, I would usually point you to the nearest dressing room, but seeing as you are distinguished customers, let me see if the wedding gowns dressing room is available,” the sales lady replied after taking a look at the stack in my hand, “let me help you with that,” she said, and she took the sets from me.

After a few minutes, a much younger and very friendly sales lady met us.

“Hello, I’ve been told you need to use the bridal dressing room?” she asked, trying to sound as friendly as possible.

“Yes, she needs to try all that on,” Rey said, pointing at the clothes hangers in the old lady's hands, “and we need to help her pick the top 6 or 7, depending on how good it looks, and how well our bride-to-be is treated.”

“I’d love to help you, but company policy says we can’t allow anyone to try on underwear; it’s a hygiene matter. But if she keeps her panties on, I could turn a blind eye to the tops being tried on bare,” she politely replied.

I was a little deflated, but Rey quickly replied, “How about we buy the smallest g-string we can find and she uses that as her current underwear, would that be OK?”

“Yes, that’s wonderful, could you help them locate that piece, please, as I walk them to the bridal dressing room?” she said, talking to the older saleslady.

“Size 7, please,” I said.

“I know, dear, I know,” the saleslady replied.

Soon we were having a glass of sparkling wine, which the salesgirl called champagne.

“This is not champagne, not even close,” Emma said, and Rey nodded.

“It tastes good to me,” I replied, as I downed my glass. They both nodded to each other and emptied their glasses into mine. Not knowing what else to do, I drank it all as the first saleslady came in with a selection of three tiny strings in her hand.

Emma picked one, a black one with the tiniest patch of fabric to cover the pussy, and without checking the price tag, she gave the saleslady her card and asked her to charge it.

“Alright, put it on,” she said, as she handed me the hanger.

I was hesitant as to what to do, and the younger salesgirl pointed me to a curtain-covered stall. I walked in, she closed the curtain, and I stood there thinking what to do next.

I removed my pants, and when I was about to remove my panties, I remembered I hadn’t shaved my pussy in a while; the tiny fabric in my new mini string would do nothing to cover it.

“Damn it,” the words slipped out of my mouth.

“What is it? Does your fat cat spill out of the string?” Emma said loudly. I heard laughs. I’m pretty sure I heard both sales ladies laughing, too.

I peeked my head through the curtain and said, “No, I just wasn’t expecting to be showcasing myself today, and I’m...”

“You have a bearded clam?” Emma replied. Again, everyone laughed. The sales ladies were still there; apparently, we were the most interesting thing in the store at that moment.

“Yeah, I’m going to need some courage to come out of here,” I said, as I closed the curtain again and dropped my panties in one swift motion.

I looked at the string and at my hairy reflection in the mirror, I took it out of the hanger and put it on. As I stood there, trying to squeeze as many pubes in it as I could, a hand, carrying a wine glass, intruded on the stall.

“Here you go, honey, liquid courage,” The old lady said.

I downed my wine and yanked the curtain open, exposing my overflown string to the crowd.

Emma and Rey cheered and clapped as the sales ladies laughed and excused themselves.

“Damn, you ARE hairy,” Emma said.

“Yeah, she really needs a SPA day,” Rey replied.

Feeling uncomfortable with the situation, I tried covering myself and asked them. “Alright, wasn’t I supposed to be trying on some sets?” I asked.

“Not wearing that,” Emma replied, pointing at my blouse.

“I know, it’s just...” And it dawned on me, these girls had already seen and manipulated my tits the night before.

I walked over to the table where the wine glasses were, and I drank one after the other. Both girls laughed, and I removed my top and threw it at Emma.

After that, I walked over to Rey, grabbed her head, and rubbed my tits against her face. I took off my bra and put it on her head. I walked back to the stall and closed the curtain.

“Fuck!” I said behind the curtain.

“You forgot the lingerie dummy,” Emma replied.

I walked back out, with all my previous confidence gone, and tried grabbing them. Emma gave me just one set. “These first,” she said.

I took it and marched in to try it on.

It was a red set, with a demi-bra and tanga bottoms; it was nice and simple. I saw the price tag and it was over 100 dollars. “This is way too expensive!”  I shouted to the girls.

“Don’t care, try it on,” was Rey’s response.

I put it on, the fit was amazing on my tits, it actually pushed them a bit and made them look kinda bigger, if that was possible. The tanga made my ass look amazing, although it did little to hide my bush.

I walked out feeling like one of the girls and paraded for them. I even did a couple of kicks and twirls as if I were an exotic dancer.

“Damn girl, that ass is on fire,” Said Emma, as she clapped slowly to my dance.

“This one is a keeper, try this one next,” Rey said, handing me the next set.

Before taking it, I unclasped my bra and handed it to Emma, as well as the panties.

“Someone’s getting braver,” She said excitedly.

“It’s the wine, it always makes me a bit of an exhib,” I said as I tried drinking from the already empty glasses.

“Linda,” shouted Rey. Almost immediately, the young salesgirl barged in, “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were out here like this,” she said as soon as she saw me.

“Oh, she doesn’t mind, she actually needs some more of that fancy champagne, would you mind?” Rey said, extending the glasses to her.

“You know what?” She replied, “Let me get you the bottle instead,” She said, without taking her eyes off my almost naked body.

She walked out, and Rey started laughing, “Hahahaha! She’s a carpetmuncher and she fancies your carpet!”

We all laughed, and I walked back to the dressing room with the next set.

I tried one by one all 12 sets. I loved each and every one of them, although not all of them matched my size. When I was trying the last one, we had only discarded 3 sets.

By that time, I had already drunk almost one bottle, and the girls outside had drunk another one between the two of them.

Linda had already seen me wearing a few of the sets and almost naked a few times, as she came in to pour us some wine, and took to the register the sets we had selected, she even gave her opinion a couple of times. She was obviously trying hard to be there, watching the show.

The last set was a navy blue one, completely see-through, with a cage bra and brazilian panties.

“Hey, Linda!” Emma shouted, dragging the words slightly, “We need your opinion in here!”

Linda walked in and stopped in her tracks as soon as she saw me. “This one is my absolute favorite, of course, I love color blue,” she said, without taking her eyes off of me.

I gave my now familiar dance routine, focusing on her. I even used her as a pole of sorts, leaning my butt against her and grinding my pussy a little on her leg.

“Too bad she has to wear that stupid g-string under it, I bet it would look so much nicer without it,” Rey said.

“Yeah, maybe we could make an exception, Linda, so we could see her as her future husband would?” Emma pressed more.

“I guess, but you can’t tell anyone,” Linda replied.

I winked at her and started walking back to the dresser.

Linda turned around and started walking towards the exit, and Rey interrupted her, “Wait, don’t go, she’ll need your opinion too, you’re almost family now!”

I turned back to see them, and Rey was placing her in the middle of a large couch.

I quickly peeled off the g-string, and I could tell it was damp; all that exposure had me horny already.

I quickly put on my new set of panties and rubbed my pussy over them, which made me realize how aroused I actually was. As I looked at myself in the mirror, all I could think of was how hot I looked and how horny I was.

I slid a hand inside my panties and started rubbing myself. My pubes got in the way, and I parted them to get access to my pussy. I fingered myself a bit, trying hard not to moan.

“Alright, dear, hurry up please!” Rey's voice interrupted me.

I slid my hand out and noticed my soaked fingers.

I walked out and did my dance routine, now focusing on Linda. I marched to her with confidence, bent over in front of her, giving a clear view of my ass and pussy through the sheer fabric. Then I sat on her lap, legs parted to each side of her and ground on her, as if she had a cock.

She grabbed me by the waist and pressed my body against her, burying her face in my chest, trying to motorboat my tiny tits.

“I guess we can go on and pay now,” Rey said, interrupting us.

I jumped out of the couch and gave her an annoyed look.

“If you give us the tag for that set, we can go ahead, and you both can stay here. I’m sure she can help you get dressed,” she said as she winked at us. Linda just nodded and ripped the price tag off the panties, and handed it to Rey.

Emma grabbed me by the shoulders and directed me back to Linda, “Go on, finish your business,” she said as she walked out of the dressing room.

I turned to see Linda and, unsure what to say, I just took my position again on her lap.

She grabbed my ass, slid her hands under the panties, and squeezed it, digging her nails into my skin. “I love your ass, have you ever been spanked in a department store?” she asked.

I shook my head, and she pushed me off her, made me bend over, and gave me a light spank on each of my cheeks.

“Tell me when it’s too much, try not to scream,” she said as she kept spanking me, harder each time.

“More, please!” I said, she spanked harder, “More please!” another, harder spank, “More please!” a harder one, that stung and made me moan loudly.

“I guess that’s enough,” she said, pulling my panties down and revealing my flushed ass.

She kissed and licked my ass, soothing the pain from the spanking.

She got behind me and kept kissing my ass cheeks, then my thighs.

“You smell too good. Did you like the spanking?” She asked.

I turned around and put my fingers in her mouth. She licked them and gave me a naughty smile, “What were you doing in there?” she asked.

“Preparing for you,” I said, as I slid my other hand into my pussy and fed her my juices.

She pushed me into the couch and buried her face in my crotch.

“I love a hairy pussy, you smell like a proper lady should,” she said, before putting her whole mouth into my cunt.

She quickly started tongue fucking me, as her nose played around my clit, her hands slid under my ass, which she kept squeezing and clawing with her nails.

While eating my pussy, she would suck and lick my clit, and when I was about to cum, she’d tongue fuck me, then she inserted her fingers in me as the tip of her tongue played with my clit.

I started moaning too loudly, and I had to bite on my hand so I wouldn’t give away our activities there.

After a few minutes of pure glory, I felt my ass tense and my pussy clench. I knew what was happening, I muttered, “I’m cumming,” and she inserted two fingers in my pussy as she sucked on my clit.

I pressed her head against my pussy and I came, pulling her against me.

As I lay on the couch, she stood up, slid her hands under her skirt, and pulled her panties off.

“Have you ever eaten pussy before?” she asked, and I shook my head.

“You will, right now,” she commanded. I nodded, and she climbed on the couch, sitting on my face.

“Use your tongue as if it were a cock, fuck me with your tongue!” She ordered. She was salty and tangy, and also a little sweet. I had never tasted pussy before, but I was loving it.

“Lick my clit, pull its hood with your tongue, and flick it,” she continued.

I followed each of her instructions. She came 2 times with my mouth, my jaw hurt, and the bridge under my tongue was slightly ruptured, but she was satisfied.

“You’re amazing. I can teach you some more if you want,” she said as she put on her panties. We exchanged numbers, and I was left alone, exhausted, and almost naked in the dressing room.

Just as she left, Emma walked in and found me in my post orgasm haze, “Alright lesbo, you’re buying drinks, get dressed,” She barked.

I quickly got dressed, I put my new panties back on and threw the old pair into the trash, the g-string went into my pocket, and I left the dressing room. The girls were outside waiting for me, along with a seemingly annoyed old saleslady.

“Thank you so much for all your help!” I said to the old lady, but she couldn't even muster a reply.

“I guess she doesn’t like me,” I said to the girls.

“She had to suffer yours and Linda’s concert, dear, she wasn’t thrilled,” Rey said, and we all laughed.

We got to a sports bar where we ordered our drinks. I tried paying the girls the 200 dollars, but they refused, claiming that the drinks were payment enough.

I was tipsy again in no time, and when they noticed, Emma said, “Please don’t seduce any more girls, it’s too expensive to cover for you.”

We quickly closed our tab, which I, of course, paid for, and started saying our goodbyes. After all, we still had to get ready for work, and I couldn't show up drunk. Rey hugged me goodbye, and then Emma, as she let me go, she said, “And please take a shower, you reek of pussy.”

We all laughed and went our separate ways.

Back at home, I jumped straight to the shower. I had a long, relaxing shower, where I might’ve spent a little too long washing my vagina, remembering Linda’s tongue on me.

After that, I took out all of my nice new lingerie and lined it up on my bed. It was surreal owning this many fine underwear sets; it was more than two months' worth of my regular work.

I was deciding which one to use. I considered wearing the blue ones again, but Emma was right; it reeked of pussy and saliva. Those went straight to the hamper.

I snapped a pic of my bed with all the sets and created a group chat with Emma, Rey, and Liz.

“Which one should I use tonight?” I asked them, attaching the pic.

“Damn cous, you’ve loosened up already! And you’ve only been with the girls for less than a day!” Liz replied first.

She immediately sent my pic again, with my naked image reflected on the mirror outlined in red.

“Damn, sorry about that, but everyone here has seen me naked already!” I replied immediately.

“You still need a SPA day, that bush is unforgivable!” Replied Emma.

“I vote for the pink slip,” Rey replied.

“Agreed! That way your carpet remains hidden safely,” Was Emma’s response.

“We’ll deal with her bush tomorrow; tonight it’s pink slip day,” Rey shut her up.

“Damn! Seems like I’ve missed a lot being sick,” Liz replied.

As we kept chatting, I lay on my bed and idly started playing with my pussy, enjoying this newfound intimacy with my new friends.

Suddenly, I noticed the time. I had to hurry to be on time for work.

I quickly got dressed, grabbed the bag with my uniform, and rushed to catch the bus that would take me there. The ride there was interesting; wearing my regular clothes, with sexy lingerie underneath, was incredibly arousing; each bump on the road made my pussy tingle and my nipples hard.

“Hey there... Luisa?” Puft greeted me at the door.

“It’s Lucy, but close enough!” I hugged him, and I walked in.

As I entered the dressing room, I felt a strange confidence I didn't have the night before.

Most girls were already there, and they were either naked or in their underwear. Apparently, they're very comfortable gossiping in less than decent clothes.

As the queen bee saw me walk in, she announced, "Alright, Lucy is back, winners come claim your prize!" As she held a stack of bills in her hand.

I walked over to where my girls gathered, but only Carla was there.

"What's going on?" I asked her.

"With every new girl, there's a bet of how long they'll last. Apparently, most girls thought you would run away after one night. But not me, I knew you'd return," she said, as she walked towards the queen bee and grabbed a couple of hundred dollars.

I started undressing and the room went silent.

"Nice set," a random girl said between the crowd.

I twirled around and made a bit of a show; maybe the afternoon drinks were still playing with my head.

"You're enjoying the attention, aren't you?" Carla asked.

"It's definitely much better than the one I got yesterday," I replied.

"I take it the lingerie hunt went well. Sorry, I couldn't go, I had a family thing, but I pitched in!" She said excitedly.

"Thank you so much for that. I guess I owe you some drinks then, it's only fair," I said.

"And I'll collect on that, you can be sure!" She replied.

I was starting to understand the freedom the girls felt being almost naked in that crowd.

Rey and Emma walked in and saw Carla and me chatting. I was still wearing my pink set, and she was naked, shaving her legs with an electric razor.

"It's almost like she's one of us," Emma said, "she only needs to take 4 cocks on all her holes all night to play the whole part."

"Oh, shut up, let Lucy be free if she wants to, no one judged you when you first came in, wearing WolfMart panties and granny's bras," Rey quickly snapped at her. That shut Emma up.

We discussed our shopping trip, and I gave all the girls the filthy details about my first lesbian experience.

"Wait, so you're not a lesbo?" Emma asked.

"Not one bit, well, maybe a little after today, that was my first ever girl-on-girl experience. I'm a fan of penises if I'm being honest," I replied.

"Damn!" Emma said as she dug through her purse. She took out a hundred-dollar bill and extended it to the queen bee. "Hey, Mary, she's not a lesbian!" She shouted.

"I knew it! Keep the Benjamin, we're even because she came back," Mary replied.

"You all bet on my return?" I asked.

"Yes, we trust you, dummy!" Rey said, "Now, hurry up getting ready, I want you to check the rooms before the shift begins."

"Yes, madam!" I said, as I unsnapped my bra and took it off.

As I slipped into my new uniform, something felt off.

"This doesn't feel right," I said to the girls.

"Yeah, it's like a size too small and sorta see through," Carla replied.

I turned to see myself in the mirror, and she was right, it was almost like a kids' size dress, made of cheap fabric that made my nipples clearly visible with the right light. It was also too tight; I couldn't really move freely without risking tearing it.

"I'll ask Manuel if he has one a size bigger; that should be enough," I said, determined.

"Don’t even try. It was a struggle for us to get you this one. Besides, you look hot!" Emma's words caught me off guard.

"Maybe if I put the bra back on?" I tried pleading.

"Look, sunshine, that uniform is meant to leave you exposed. If you cover up, Manuel will not be happy, so suck it up and own it; you've got no other choice. The pasties yesterday were your training wheels; today, you get the full experience. And be careful not to damage it, you won't get a new one," said Mary, with a devious grin.

I turned to see Rey with my best puppy eyes, "She's not wrong, besides, you look sexy as hell!" She said, killing all my hopes.

I gathered my courage and marched out of the dressing room. In the hallway, I found Puft.

"Girl, you look like a million bucks!" He said, with a huge smile on his face, and in a tone that left me wondering.

I walked up the stairs. With each step, the dress rode up my ass, exposing it. Thankfully, I was alone, but I was aware of who was watching me on camera. I tried keeping myself decent even if I knew it was a lost battle.

Once I was locked in my little room, I lifted the dress above my ass, and I felt some freedom. I gathered all my supplies and rearranged my dress before leaving my station.

I started my rounds, as soon as I entered the first room, I raised my dress again, and figured I could do that all night.

The room was mostly clean, but I decided to disinfect the most obvious places, just in case.

As I started working, I felt my dress straining, and I could hear seams popping while I moved around. After the third pop, I stopped and considered my options.

I couldn't risk the dress being ruined on the first night, so I had only one option.

Even if I knew I was all alone in that room, I turned around, looking to see if anyone would see me.

I took off my dress, struggling to make it fit through my head.

The freedom I felt after taking that constraining piece of... fabric was something new.

I resumed working in just my panties. Once I was comfortable with the state of the room, I got dressed and moved on to the next room.

I repeated the same for each room: enter, undress, clean, get dressed, and leave.

As I was cleaning the last room, which was the one that Carla used most, I heard Manuel's voice through the speaker system announcing the start of service. I wasn't nearly done, and I still had to get dressed. My only hope was that Carla wouldn't be one of the first to get a service, but I had no such luck.

I was bent over cleaning the bottom of a full-body mirror when the door creaked open and Carla walked in, followed by her date. I quickly grabbed my supplies tray and rushed to the closet. Carla saw me, but I wasn't sure about the customer.

As I saw the scene unfold from the crack of the closet door, Carla kicked my uniform under the bed and started dancing for the guy, who quickly got naked and started kissing Carla's tits.

She undid her bra, and her perky breasts came out. The guy wasted no time and started suckling on one tit as he roughly massaged the other. She used her leg to rub on the guy's hard cock, as she pressed his head to her tit.

I was waiting for a chance to leave, wondering how I was going to get my dress without exposing myself to the client. That's when Carla turned to see the closet door and mouthed something that I couldn't understand, and winked at me.

I figured she had a plan, so all I could do was wait.

She started rubbing his cock with her hand, jerking him slowly, as he said, "Yeah, touch me like that, I like it."

The scene could've been arousing if I wasn't so nervous.

When he let go of her tits, she got on her knees and kissed his hard cock a few times. He grabbed her head and tried pushing his cock into her mouth, but she asked him, "Can I blindfold you? I want to do something nice for you."

He just nodded, and she pushed him into the bed. She grabbed a towel from the bathroom and created a makeshift blindfold out of it. After putting it on him, she knelt into the bed, aligning her pussy to his mouth, and her mouth to his cock.

She made a hand gesture at me, and I walked out slowly, trying not to make any noise. I grabbed my uniform from under the bed as she was making his cock disappear into her mouth. She started moaning and telling him, "Yes, eat my pussy, go, go, eat my pussy, GO!" and she inserted his cock into her mouth again.

I slowly opened the room door, and it creaked.

"What is that?" He asked suddenly.

"Oh, just an old bed," she replied, and then she deepthroated his cock, making him forget about it.

I slowly closed the door behind me and ran to my station, almost naked and carrying my uniform and supplies.

As soon as I entered my station, I started putting on the dress. As I was trying to make it go through my head, my phone rang. I already knew who it was.

"What the hell was that?!" Manuel barked in my ear as I fumbled to get the dress on my body while holding the receiver.

"What do you mean?" I said, trying to play dumb.

"Don't fucking play games with me, you're supposed to be invisible and you left a busy room naked!" He kept yelling.

"Look, I can explain," I said.

"I don't want your fucking explanations, you can't be naked and you can't interfere with the girls' work, and you did both in less than 5 minutes since we opened. I'm going to let you end your shift, but you and your cousin are fucking fired!" He screamed and hung up the phone.

I started to panic, but a knock on my door woke me from my trance.

I opened the door, and Puft was there. He hugged me tight, so tight I thought he would break me, and whispered, "Don't worry, we'll fix this for you," and with that, he left.

I barely had any time to collect myself before Rey's customer left her room, and I had to go in and clean it.

She knew something was wrong as soon as she saw my face. "What is it, honey?" She said in a sweet, motherly tone that didn't match her looks.

She was again naked and with her hair made a mess, her mascara was running down her face and her tits looked reddened, and she had cum drops in her belly.

She quickly got up and walked towards me. She hugged me, but kept her distance, "I don't want to soil you," she said, but I pulled her close and she gave me a tight hug.

"I don't fucking mind, I just got fired, I'm going to throw the cum stained dress to Manuel's face as I leave," I said, and she pressed her body harder against mine. I could actually feel the wetness from the semen on my skin, through the sheer dress.

"Come here and tell me everything that happened," she said as she sat on the bed and pulled me next to her.

After I was done telling her the story, she got serious and said, "Excuse me," and left the room, naked as she was.

I started working on the room, clothed, in order to avoid trouble, but my limited mobility made me go way too slow.

After a few minutes, I heard a knock on the door, and the door opened. Rey, Puft, and Manuel walked in.

"Hey there, kiddo," said Manuel in a defeated tone, "listen, Rey told me what happened, and, although I don't condone you being nude around the halls and being in a room at the same time a customer is there, I understand it was not intentional, and it won't happen again.

"So, you're not fired, your cousin is not fired, and you can keep working the full week," he concluded.

"Am I getting a uniform that actually fits?" I asked.

"Don't push your luck!" He replied, Angry again.

Puft gave him a slight nudge on the shoulder, and he corrected his attitude.

"Sorry, that was the only one we had, so you'll have to work like that," he said, and Rey gave him the stink eye.

"But we can make a compromise, use the uniform in the hallway and change into something more comfortable while cleaning behind closed doors, what do you think?" He said, turning his eyes to Rey instead of me.

"We can do that," I replied, happy with the compromise.

"Ok, it's too bad you have to go, I need to get cleaned up, I have a customer coming soon," Rey said, pushing Manuel out the door.

He and Puft left, and I was alone with Rey again.

"Oh, my fucking god, thank you so much, I don't know how you did that, but thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!" I said as I hugged her and squeezed her harder each time.

"No problem, darling, Manuel can be a bully and Puft and I have ZERO tolerance for bullies," she said, smiling.

"But, isn't he your boss?" I replied.

"Hell no, he runs this place, but he's no boss of mine. If I leave, he makes less money, not me. Mostly because he knows I wouldn't be the only one to leave, you're not the only girl he has mistreated, and we're done with him," she replied.

"The owner of the mansion is also not too happy with him, so if Puft passes this report with her, he'd be gone tomorrow. He knows he has to chill."

"That's amazing, thank you again, but we should both hurry." As I said that, I removed my dress and continued cleaning.

"That certainly looks comfortable," she said in what I felt was a serious tone.

"Oh, I thought it would be alright. If it bothers you, I can put it back on," I replied, worried.

"Fuck no, for all I care you could lose the panties too, so they won't get soiled," she said, clearly joking this time.

"That's amazing, I wasn't really planning on working with that fucking thing on anyway," I said and returned to work.

I left her room, and at the same time, Carla's client was leaving hers, totally spent; he barely noticed my presence.

I immediately entered her room and we shared a strident laugh.

"He fucking saw you," she said, "he thought you were a surprise waiting for him, he even opened the closet door hoping to find you."

"No fucking way," I said, my face surely was red with embarrassment.

"Oh, don't sweat it. I told him the truth, and he got a good laugh. He even left a good tip for the fun cleaning lady," she said as she handed me a couple of hundred dollars.

"Really? Just for... What? Showing my tits?" I said.

"Yes, and you don't really have much, but I guess you're his type," she said ,pointing at her own tiny breasts. "Anyway, don't you have to clean around here?"

"Yes, sorry," I said. I took off my dress, and she looked at me in shock.

"You really don't learn, do you?" She asked.

"Oh, and you don't know everything that just happened," I said. I proceeded to tell her the whole story, her face went from amusement, to anger, to relief through the story.

"So, Rey took care of it?" She asked.

"Rey and Puft, apparently," I said.

"That big softie," she said lovingly.

After a quick rinse, she left the room and told me she would knock on the door from that day forward, just in case.

The next room I had to clean was Emma's. I filled her in on the gossip, and she didn't lose her anger as easily as Carla.

"That mother fucker, if he ever does something like that again, let me know, he's more afraid of me than he is of Puft," she said.

"Everyone is," I said in a serious tone, and we both laughed.

I cleaned her room and, before she left, she told me something interesting, "If you don't mind a little exposure, I have a customer or two that would pay handsomely for someone to be in the room as we... Do our thing. Don't say anything, just think about it."

I spent the rest of the night thinking about her proposal. I know I'm not one of the girls; I could never be an escort, but after what I had already witnessed, seeing Emma fuck a customer wouldn't be too different, right?

My end of shift couldn't come soon enough. Getting naked and dressed again in each room was exhausting, and walking around in those high heels was wreaking havoc on my feet.

I got to the dressing room and the girls were sharing a glass of wine. They offered me one and I, of course, accepted it.

The queen bee was the one who spoke to me first, "Here's to the ballsy cleaning girl, parading nude on the hallways as if she owned the place," she said, raising her glass.

I thought she was mocking me, but all the girls raised their glasses for me.

I tasted it, and, for me, it was the same bubbly wine we tasted while I was trying on lingerie.

"This is what real champagne tastes like," Emma said, "not like the cheap knock-off we got earlier.

"Yeah, of course," I said, trying not to appear unrefined.

Carla approached me and whispered in my ear, "Am I the only one that can’t taste the difference?"

“I can’t either, but don’t tell Emma or she’ll bite our head off,” I replied, and we shared a discreet laugh.

After a couple of glasses of wine, or rather, champagne, the girls started saying their goodbyes, and I got dressed.

It was strangely empowering to put back on my bra and enjoy the feeling of being sexy just for the luxury of it.

I left the dressing room and walked towards the exit, but Puft stopped me at the door, "Hoooooooold it," He said as he yawned, "Manuel wants to talk to you, but don't worry, he's been warned about how he treats you."

I nodded and walked over to Manuel's office.

"There you are, I wanted to talk to you," he said as I entered, "I hear the girls are very happy with you. Even the customer who bumped into you was happy to see you.

"I also heard that Emma had an interesting proposal for you," he continued.

"Well, yeah, but I don't want to do anything that could get me fired," I replied.

"That's why you're here," he said, "there are rules for that type of... Collaborations.

"First, you are allowed to do it, but you have to let me know in advance, because someone is going to have to cover your cleaning duties.

"Second, you can watch and even put on a show for the customer, but you can't directly interact; there's a whole different rule set for that.

"Third, you'll get paid extra for that; it's a standard rate of 600 per event, the house charges the customer, and we pay you, you can't discuss money with them. If he wants to tip you, that's all yours.

"Fourth, each girl has rules for collaborations; ask Emma about her specifics.

"Any questions?" He asked.

"600???" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah, it's because you're a noob. After a few more, and once customers start asking specifically for you, you can earn more," he replied.

"Fuck, I guess I could try it,"I replied, still in shock.

"Alright, I'll let you know when it's happening," he said, giving me a wave to send me away from his office.

All the way home, I kept thinking about making so much money for doing nothing more than staring at perverted old guys fuck gorgeous girls.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to do it, but I had already agreed, so I could only wait for when it would happen.