Her hands slide down her thighs, her fingers tracing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She spreads her legs slightly, allowing the water to hit her most intimate place. She gasps at the sensation, her body tingling with pleasure. She takes her time, cleaning herself thoroughly, her fingers exploring every fold, every sensitive spot.
Finally, she rinses off, the water cascading down her body, leaving her clean and refreshed. She turns off the shower and steps out onto the soft mat. She wraps herself in a fluffy towel, her skin glowing from the heat and the pleasure of her own touch.
Bella walks over to her wardrobe, ***********ing a black tank top that hugs her curves, showing off a hint of her belly and accentuating her cleavage. She pairs it with form-fitting jeans that highlight her figure. As she finishes dressing, she notices that the moaning and flesh-slapping noises from Alex’s room have finally ceased. With a sigh of relief, she decides to head downstairs to the kitchen to grab something to eat.
As she makes her way down the hall, she hears a soft, feminine voice call out, “Hm… excuse me, are you Becky, right?” Bella turns around to see a young, sexy blonde standing at the door of Alex’s room, wrapped in a white fluffy towel, her skin glistening with sweat.
Bella corrects her, “Oh, no, it’s Bella. Actually, it’s Isabella.” She offers a submissive look, her eyes cast downward.
The blonde girl doesn’t seem too bothered by the mistake. “Oops,” she says with a quick, dismissive tone before continuing. “Alex mentioned he had a maid. I thought that was you. Anyway, I need you to do something big for me. Could you help me?”
Bella thinks to herself, trying to piece together why this girl would assume she’s a maid. Quickly, she comes to the conclusion that this must be what Alex told her. She can’t believe he would do such a thing. Initially, she feels a wave of shock wash over her, her eyes widening in disbelief.
The blonde girl notices Bella’s reaction and finds it a bit odd. “Hello?! Are you there? I mean, are you his maid, aren’t you?” she asks, tilting her head slightly, a confused expression on her face.
Bella takes a moment to recompose herself, her shock giving way to a sense of resignation. She realizes that arguing or correcting the girl would only lead to more questions and potential awkwardness. With a small, forced smile, she confirms, “Yeah, yes! I am. What do you need me to do?”
The blonde girl seems satisfied with the response and continues, “Great. Well, I know this is a bit awkward but… I need you to wash my panties. They’re a bit… dirty. Alex and I are going for another round, and I don’t want to put them back on like that. I have to work later and won’t be able to go home right now.”
Bella, still processing everything, asks the blonde girl, “So, you want me to wash your… dirty panties for you?” Her voice is steady, but her eyes betray a hint of disbelief.
The blonde girl makes a stupid face, tilting her head slightly. “Well, yes. I mean, i know that’s unuual but… isn’t that your job?” she asks, her tone bordering on condescending.
Bella takes a deep breath, lying through her teeth. “Yes, of course, it is,” she confirms, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.
Without much embarrassment or ceremony, the blonde girl hands Bella the folded, cum-stained panties. Bella takes them, already feeling the moistness of Alex’s cum on the fabric. She tries to maintain a neutral expression, but her stomach churns with a mix of disgust and disbelief.
The blonde girl opens a wide smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Sorry okey? It’s just that this is the first time I’m dating a real doctor. I don’t want to screw everything up,” she giggles, sounding like a horny slut.
Bella raises an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “A doctor?” she questions, already figuring out that Alex must have lied to this girl to bring her home.
The blonde girl nods enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with admiration. “Yeah, isn’t it amazing? Saving children from cancer is the noblest job ever!” she gushes, completely oblivious to the deception.
Bella can’t believe what she’s hearing, but she decides not to deny Alex’s story. She forces a small, polite smile, trying to hide her shock and disbelief. “That’s… really impressive,” she manages to say, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.
The blonde girl beams, clearly pleased with Bella’s response. “I know, right? I feel so lucky to have met him.
Anyway, I want to give Alex a second round after he leaves the shower. If you could be done with my panties in like 30 minutes, that would be awesome.” She pauses, then adds with a suggestive smile, “I could tip you a couple of dollars if you make a decent job of it.”
Bella can only manage a forced smile, still in shock but determined to obey. “Of course, I’ll make sure they’re clean,” she replies, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.
The girl finishes, remembering one last detail. “Oh, and hand-washed, okay?” she says, her tone casual as if it were the most natural request in the world.
Bella nods, her mind racing with a mix of disbelief and resignation. “Sure sure, hand-washed it is,” she confirms, her voice barely above a whisper.
The blonde girl smiles, seemingly satisfied with Bella’s compliance. “Great, thanks! I’ll be back in a bit,” she says, turning and disappearing back into Alex’s room, leaving Bella standing in the hallway, the cum-stained panties still clutched tightly in her hand.
Bella takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the task ahead. She makes her way downstairs to the laundry room, her steps heavy with the weight of her thoughts. She fills the sink with warm water and soap, her movements mechanical as she begins to hand-wash the panties. The fabric is damp and sticky, and she tries to focus on the task at hand, pushing away the thoughts of what led to this situation.
The minutes tick by slowly as she works, the water turning soapy and the fabric gradually becoming cleaner. She rinses the panties thoroughly, making sure to remove any trace of the earlier encounter. As she wrings them out, she can’t help but feel a sense of relief, knowing that she’s almost done with this degrading task.
She places the panties into the dryer, setting it to a gentle cycle to ensure they dry quickly and thoroughly. She leans against the counter, her arms crossed over her chest, as she waits for the dryer to complete its cycle.
The minutes tick by slowly, each one feeling like an eternity as she stands there. She can’t believe she’s been reduced to this—hand-washing a stranger’s cum-stained panties because of Alex’s lies and manipulations.
Finally, the dryer beeps, signaling that the cycle is complete. Bella opens the dryer door, the warmth from inside hitting her face as she retrieves the now clean and dry panties. She holds them up, inspecting them to make sure they’re completely dry and free of any stains. Satisfied with her work, she folds them neatly, her mind already shifting to the next steps she needs to take.
With the panties in hand, Bella makes her way back upstairs. She knocks softly on Alex’s door, waiting for a response. The blonde girl opens the door, her hair slightly disheveled and her cheeks flushed from their recent activities.
“All done,” Bella says, handing the folded panties to the girl. “They’re clean and dry.”
The blonde girl takes the panties, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. “Thanks, you did a great job,” she says, pulling out a few crumpled dollar bills. “Here, as promised,” she adds, handing the money to Bella.
Bella takes the money, her fingers brushing against the bills as she tucks them into her pocket. She forces a small smile, her voice steady as she says, “Thank you.”
As the blonde girl closes the door, Bella takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what comes next. She goes to her room and sits on the edge of her bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
After one more round of loud moaning and flesh-slapping noises, everything finally goes quiet. Thirty minutes later, Alex enters her bedroom without knocking or asking for permission. He walks slowly until he stops in front of her bed, looking at her seriously.
Bella, her voice low and submissive, asks, “Is there some problem?” She looks up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and apprehension.
Alex nods, his expression stern. “Yes, there is,” he says, his voice firm. “Do you know what it is?”
Bella shakes her head, her brows furrowing in confusion. “Um…no, I don’t think so,” she replies, her voice barely above a whisper. “I did what you told me to at the club, and at home, I met the girl you were with. I even washed her panties.”
Alex nods, acknowledging her words, but his expression remains serious. “Yes, you did,” he says, his voice steady. “But there’s one thing you didn’t handle correctly.”
Bella’s eyes widen in surprise, her mind racing as she tries to figure out what she could have possibly done wrong. “What do you mean?” she asks, her voice trembling slightly.
Alex’s gaze intensifies, his voice taking on a stern tone. “When the girl asked if you were the maid, you hesitated. You stuttered before agreeing. And when she mentioned that I was a doctor, you almost denied it. You didn’t go along with the lie.”
Bella’s mouth opens in shock, her mind struggling to process his words. “But… but I didn’t know what to say,” she stammers, her voice filled with a mix of confusion and desperation. “I was just trying to do what you wanted me to do.”
Alex’s expression softens slightly, but his voice remains firm. “I understand that, Bella,” he says, his tone gentler now. “But you need to be more convincing. You need to own the role you’re playing, no matter what it is.”
Bella takes a deep breath, her mind racing as she tries to absorb his words. She knows he’s right, that she needs to be more convincing, more committed to the roles she’s playing. But at the same time, she can’t help but feel a growing sense of unease, a nagging doubt about where all of this is leading.
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