Messing Around With The Cleaner

Ashlyn Angel expected the usual Wednesday humdrum when the doorbell rang. Instead Victoria Voxxx walked in looking like sin poured into a housekeeping uniform. Tight black dress hugging every curve, long dark hair pulled up, ready to work or wreak havoc. Ashlyn's pulse jumped. Wet heat blooming fast between her thighs. She made sure Victoria noticed. Quick stretches in a thin tank top, braless, nipples pointing like they had minds of their own. Shorts riding up when she bent over the couch. A dropped magazine that meant crawling on hands and knees, ass high and panties thin. Pure exhibition, no shame. Victoria caught every move. Said nothing until the kitchen counter sparkled. Then she leaned back, arms folded, smile slow and dirty. “You trying to kill me, girl, or get me fired?” Ashlyn straightened, heartbeat hammering. “Both if you’re lucky.” Victoria crossed the room in three steps. Close enough for the cleaner’s scent—lemon polish and something sweeter—making Ashlyn dizzy. One gloved hand slid up Ashlyn’s thigh, fingertips finding soaked cotton. “Time for my break,” Victoria murmured, already shoving the glove off with her teeth. “On your back. Now.”