章節 23: Chapter 22

The address was more descriptive than it should have been. Cynthia had sent him pictures and had described her house down to the littlest detail. Well now he was seeing why she was a teacher. She must be really good. After what happened with Trisha he thought it would be best if he made the visits.

He pressed her doorbell. The decoration was that of a cat. It seemed like she was well on her way to becoming a crazy cat lady. He was about to ring again when he could hear the many latches on her door becoming undone. He stood there trying to put his smile in place before he could face her. He prayed for strength.

The door opened and she stood before him wearing a silk black robe. A little bit late in the morning to still be in night clothes, but who was he to judge.

"Good morning Cynthia" he smiled.

"Good morning to you" she pulled him by the belt loops of his trousers inside her house and kissed him without closing her door. "Are you ready?"

No he wasn't, but she didn't need to know that. They had talked extensively last night. What she expected from him, expected out of this. He didn't want to do it, but she had said twenty five thousand. He'd be stupid to reject that deal. "Yes".

"Let's go then" she pulled him along with the loop. Her voice had gotten deeper and that sent chills down his spine and it wasn't a good one. He followed her up the stairs and he considered pushing her away and running like the coward he was. Maybe screaming for help.

He just let her pull him to the room. Opening the door she let him walk in. He took in the room. Red sheets with hearts. Also heart shaped pillows. It was dark due to the blinds being pulled down, the AC was low and there were candles decorating the nightstand.

"I'll leave you to change" and he heard the door close.

He looked to the bed and there laid the maid's outfit that she had sent to him yesterday. He took his sneakers off and went for his shirt next. He picked the thing up. It was a black and white dress. Came along with thigh-highs and a headband. At least she was not going to give him panties or something.

He dropped it to remove his trousers. He folded them and kept it on the bench just before the bed. He took the dress and put it on, next came the socks and lastly the headband. He sat down and took calming breaths. It wasn't going to be so bad. Not like the time with Trisha was bad or anything. It was just…complicated.

He was just going to lay there and take it like last time.

The door opened and he looked up at Cynthia fearfully. He was doing his best to hold down his scream. She was giving him this perverted look as she made her way towards him. She dropped down before his closed knees. She placed her hands on his thighs, raking her fingers up and down before spreading them open.

"Tell me Matthew" she said so soft. To him he wasn't sure she knew where she was at. She had that tendency. "Do you want me to eat you out?" she pressed her face closer and bit him.

He gasped trying to draw back, but her yellow fingers dug into his flesh. She didn't even look up at him. Her cheek just rubbing against his lap like a cat.

"Yes" he said, but he wasn't sure that he heard a sound from his mouth.

"Then lay back" she finally looked up with blown eyes.

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He couldn't stop himself from shivering. She had made him lay on his stomach and lift his butt up like some…like some…he closed his eyes. Nothing had been happening for a while. She had just pulled his underwear down and had just been staring. His eyes had been closed the entire time. What in the world was she doing? He wanted to tell her to get a move on.

He almost flew forward, his heading hitting headboard but she followed him. The sensations were weird. Her just touching and prodding like he was some sort of experiment. She was talking all hot against there. It was weird.

"Just calm down" she gave one of his cheeks a kiss before proceeding.

"Fuck!" he jerked forward again, trying to get away, but she grabbed him by both his cheeks bringing him closer.

"You don't pull away. I push forward and you push back. You understand baby" she caressed him before giving him a light smack.

He opened his eyes then, squeezing the pillows unable to hide his embarrassment. His body was warm with that feeling as she dove down again making the most lewd and obscene sounds he had ever heard. All the slurping and the moaning, then she spanked him again.

He felt more disgust and humiliation than pleasure. He was dressed in a woman's outfit, had on a stupid headband and had saliva dripping down his butt. So yeah he was not really feeling it. Since he was not doing it, she grabbed his hips and pushed him against her face and she moaned loudly.

He bit his lip. How long was this going to last?

She blew air against him and he couldn't keep his hips up. He dropped down and this time he could feel some prodding. That raised the alarms in his head.

"Wait! Wait! Y-you said…" she bit his cheek cutting him off.

He was scared right now. He was close to freaking out. He could feel himself already trembling against her finger and her tongue. She spread him open with her finger and her tongue slithered in like a wiggly lizard.

Tears of embarrassment gathered in his eyes. He closed his eyes as she just kept doing what she was. He had to keep his mind on the prize.

"Tell me pet. Do you like that?" it was followed by her palm striking his skin. It was louder and harder than the others.

"Yes" he said into his pillow. His cheeks burned.

"I can't hear you" her finger went deeper and he gripped the pillow for life. It felt weird. It felt like she was touching his guts.

"That's it baby" her tongue was out and she was nibbling on his left cheek as her finger hammered in.

He whined and then she moaned loud. She removed her finger and gave him a teasing spank. He couldn't even get time to himself to collect his thoughts. She draped herself over his back and was squeezing his cheeks so she could get him to open his mouth. He didn't even have the strength to fight her off. Her tongue was in his mouth and he couldn't hide the disgust when he knew where her mouth had been seconds ago.

"I have to say Matthew, you were worth every dime" she whispered in his ear, peppering him with kisses before she stood up.

He felt hollow.

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He declined her offer of a ride back home. He also deprived himself of getting a ride. Too scared and paranoid that the instant someone saw him, they would know what he had done. He walked home despite the discomfort. He could still feel the slimy appendage inside him. He had come close to losing his light breakfast three times already.

He wanted to be home. He wanted to talk to dad. Tell him about everything. Apologize. He was dirty. He wasn't sure he would ever be clean again. His skin was still crawling. He could still feel her there.

He opened the door letting it close softly.

"Dad?" he called, angrily wiping the tears rolling down his cheek.

"Are you home? I-I have to talk to you" he was met with the normal silence. Dad wasn't home.

He wiped his face continuously as he made his way to the room. He gagged as he began to remove his clothes after he shut the door. He pulled the door to the shower cabinet open and didn't waste time in turning the water on hot, but not scalding. He knelt on the bathmat as he tried to calm his nerves.

At least the water would blur out his crying. His sobs wracked his frame as his mind kept pushing the images behind his eyes. Though he stayed there for long, the water still beating down on him, he couldn't bring himself to touch back there.

He decided there that he had sunk so low. Bottom of the barrel low. He was scum.

He was dirty.

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Dad came home later and he was already in bed. Not asleep but he didn't want to be bothered. Dad must have gotten that when he didn't answer after he had called his name three times. He had stepped out of the shower dripping everywhere and just crawled under the covers. His mind wasn't at ease. The money didn't make him feel good.

Sleep wouldn't come easy, but a cold sure would.

His phone pinged on the nightstand. He knew he had to get that. Could be important. Could be work.

He had a message notification. Well not like a text message. He had gotten a notification that he had received money. He had to clean his eyes when he saw the narration. It was a number with the username of his anonymous tipper.

He knew he shouldn't, but he was already typing it out and texting.

'I would love for us to meet' came the immediate reply.

Well he knew he was scum.

'Why not' he texted back.