As each day is passing, I can feel a giant clock over my head slowly ticking away. It is saying- NO TIME, NO TIME.
34 days before America decides they had enough of me and lands a huge kick to my ass.
My feet dragged as I logged in once again at my work, my mood not up to the par to do any menial work other than search the streets for HIM.
"Oh, great!!! You are in!" Rose clapped her hands which is very unlike her that for a minute I thought of checking her temperature.
Did she forgot to take her meds? Or has she been abducted by aliens? If so, I like this version better.
"Umm... Good morning. What happened? Did I miss something?"
What I wanted to ask is- 'Why are you so excited? Are you going to fire me?'
But I really can't add any more ideas to her mind.
"Nothing of import. We need you at presidential floor today. Quick. Gather your supplies and clean both of the suites. Guests will be arriving by afternoon. We don't have time to waste," she chirped.
However, her tone and her antsy doesn't match. I can see the twitch of her left eye. The thinning of her lips when she gets nervous.
What's happening? This is not her normal attitude.
"Presidential floor?" My voice wheezed out from me.
It's not like I don't mind cleaning them. One room is no good than other. Why everyone thinks hotel rooms equal to Disney World, I can't guess but by the time they are done with the rooms it hardly resembles the real version.
It's no fun to clean the mess they left behind. And the mess is mostly done by adults not kids. Irony, you naughty girl, you.
"Yes. Is there any problem?" Rose lifted her eyebrow daring me.
"Umm... no. No problem," I shook my head even though my stomach swirled with nervous energy.
"Good. Then go on. It's already late. The rooms must be cleaned before noon"
"Umm... why wait for me if it's our priority? You could have send someone else instead," asked with a line forming between my eyebrows.
Her nostrils flared like a bull that is ready to plunge you to the ground.
"Are you questioning my orders? Do I have to remind you of the leave you took a few days ago?" Rose advanced.
"N-n-no. Not of course. Why would I do that?I... I will get to the work at once"
I ducked my head and shuffled my feet wincing about reminding her of my impromptu leave.
Taking my supply cart I walked into the elevator absentmindedly. Presidential suite. Just like the name suggests it is the top tier of Equinox alloyed for most powerful or influential among celebrities.
Finally, entering the suite, I checked the rooms for the mess, taking note of what else I have to do.
By the time I'm done with one suite I'm dead on my heels. But I still have another suite to do. I checked the time and noted I still have 2 hours before the due time.
Heaving a sigh, I lugged the supplies, my body oozing sweat that could rival a sumo wrestler. After one hour of bone-tiring work, I was left with only one bathroom to clean. It's more like a spacious room in itself.
Unlike the other suite, this bathroom occupies one entire room with a jacuzzi on one corner. What's surprising about it is one side of the wall is covered entirely with mirror.
I looked at it with a frown thinking of it's purpose until my cheeks reddened finally deriving the meaning.
"Well, that's interesting," I mumbled as I silently cleaned the bathroom, all the while blushing to my roots.
Once it is done, I looked at myself. I'm stinkier than a unwashed sloth. My eyes landed on the jacuzzi next. And then towards the mirror.
Forbidden fruit never enticed more than that time. Chewing the corner of my lower lip I contemplated the pros and cons.
"It's only for few minutes. Who is going to check? I have 30 more minutes," I said loudly to convince myself.
Watching at the mirror under the curtain of my eyelashes, I shyly started stripping. As each piece of cloth came off from my body, I could feel eyes on the newly exposed skin.
When I'm down to only my inners, I stopped gazing at the mirror with doubt. Could there be someone on the other side, like in the movies?
I walked tentatively, my heart pounding in my chest as I lifted my left hand and placed it on the glass, my eyes peering at it, trying to see if there is other side.
I held my breath as if by some miracle I would get the answer. But after a few moments of nothing but silence, I felt stupid.
Chuckling at my stupidity, I turned and approached the jacuzzi. I took off the hook if the bra and threw at the rest of my clothes on the floor. I then shimmed my panties down my legs, standing completely naked.
A faint sound came from the wall that is covered with mirror. I stiffened, my heart panicking. Covering my breasts with my hands, I turned and walked towards the mirror, my palm outstretched as if I could touch whatever that made the noise.
I carefully checked the glass for any hidden latch but found nothing. After sending another doubting glance at the mirror, I decided to better wash away the filth.
It must be someone from the other side of the suite. I snickered. What's the use of all that money if you can hear through thin walls?
I put my foot into jacuzzi and slowly brought my body down.
"Ah... bliss. Now this is what I'm talking about"
After lathering away and cleaning myself, I lifted myself up as water drops trailed down my body.
My eyes involuntarily shifted towards the mirror. The erotic look of my naked body sent a jolt of awareness through my body.
My body heated, I felt warmth in my lower belly. Pink crept over my skin. I'm not a stranger to pleasuring myself but something about this environment made me feel more self-conscience.
As if I'm putting on a show to the person on the other side. But that would be ridiculous, isn't it?
I bit hard on my lower lip as my nipples hardened thinking about doing something naughty for a change.
My eyes checked the door knob of the bathroom before the fingers of my left hand trailed over my mound slowly parting my lips.
I sucked my breath at the wetness I could feel. A moan slipped past my lips. My feet took me towards the glass of the mirror as if being compelled.
The cold glass grazed at the tip of my nipples making me shudder with want. I worked my fingers trying to get some friction.
A gust of cold air blasted through the room making my already hard nipples harder. Goosebumps prickled over my skin. Anticipation pooled in my belly.
There. Just there. I chased the pleasure as if I could grab it with my hands and never let go.
With final stroke, I arched my back, squishing my breasts to the glass as I came like never before. My body rode the climax even while it shuddered from the intensity of it.
My breath came in huffs as it warmed the glass. The sudden sound coming from the other side of the glass made me stiffen once again.
I looked wearily at the glass trying to decipher who is making that noise. Better to get away from here. If someone notices me here, there will be hell to pay and I can't afford to lose a job.
Cleaning myself haphazardly once again, I swiftly donned my clothes and checking for anything amiss, I left the bathroom all the while feeling eyes on my back.
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On the other side of the mirror Vitali watched the girl pleasuring herself with heated eyes. For once in his life, his control abandoned him as his length hardened in his pants. He jerkily opened the fly, taking out his hard length and cupping it in his palm.
His hand followed the movement of hers without his knowing. He wished he could hear the moans emitting from that pink mouth.
He wanted to hear the sounds she make when she comes, want to know how she tastes, he could see the trail of wet droplets over her skin, could imagine the weight of those full breasts in his palms.
His strokes became uncontrollable, sloppy as he matched with her pace in abundance. Soon, he followed suit as he watched her body shudder in climax. He used the tissues kept beside the table and cleaned himself all the while his jaw clenching at his slip in control.
This woman is more dangerous than he predicted before. She has achieved what many tried to fail- his lack of control. His nostrils flared as his eyes scanned once again over her naked body. His mind churned with possibilities.
He has to do something about her. Yes, he has to.