Abbie eases the tension

"What's your name?" said Abbie. The conversation was completely normal, even if seconds before Abbie had Jake's cock inside her, and even now, she was nearly naked in front of a complete stranger.

The room service attendant shifted her weight from one foot to the other before finally introducing herself. "I'm Kelsey," she said in a dry, monotone voice. Her outfit was a mismatched ensemble of a white dress shirt buttoned up to the collar, a black pencil skirt that seemed too tight, black stockings, and low black heels. Her wavy blonde hair was cut short and styled in a way that was both messy and deliberate, adding to the overall sense of mystery surrounding her. At over six feet tall, Kelsey's presence was commanding, yet her energy was subdued, leaving Abbie wondering what was going on behind those enigmatic eyes.

Kelsey Underwood

Abbie smiled. "I'm Abbie. It's nice to meet you, Kelsey." She got off the bed, and as she stood up, she adjusted her panties back into place (making no effort, however, to cover her breasts).

Kelsey nodded. Jake wasn't sure what to do. Stay where he was, his bare ass was pointed toward Kelsey and the door. Turn over, it was a frontal show. He noticed that the covers were off the far side of the bed -- but he also thought that maybe if he didn't move at all, no one would notice him.

"Gotta be honest, Kelsey, I'm surprised you didn't just leave our tray outside."

Kelsey sighed and shook her head. "Oh my god, that's totally what I should have done." Her eyes lit up. "That's what they told me during training! I just completely forgot!"

Abbie giggled. "So instead of that, you thought it would be good to just, I don't know, come into our room?"

Kelsey was warming up to the conversation. "You know, now that you say it, it's kind of weird, right? But at the time, I thought I had maybe seen in a movie, like, where they roll the cart into the room, right?"

Abbie just laughed. "Yeah, I guess they do that in movies sometimes."

"And you definitely didn't have a 'do not disturb' thing on the door." Kelsey stopped to think. "At least, I don't think I saw one." She paused again. "Although I don't know if I looked." Kelsey looked at Jake, and then back to Abbie. "Were you two having sex?"

"Yes," Abbie laughed.

"Are you going to report me to my manager?"

"Yes!" called Jake from the bed.

"You be quiet," said Abbie. "Don't listen to him." She turned back to Jake. "You could have locked the door, you know, saved all of us this awkwardness." Abbie waved Jake off with a casual flip of her hand.

"Please don't tell my manager. It's only my second day here. And this was my first room service delivery." Kelsey stopped, and looked like she might be about to cry. Instead, she burst forth with a bit of a monologue. "Seriously, please don't report me. I need this job. I'm trying to get through school, I'm a sophomore at State, and it's just so expensive, and so I have this job, and I also work at a sandwich shop, except I keep fucking up the toasting or not toasting and whether mayonnaise goes under the cheese, so they're probably going to fire me anyway, so I really need to keep this hotel gig, and then, oh I probably shouldn't say anything, but I also have a job as a dancer, you know a 'dancer,' not like ballet or something -- although I used to do that as a kid -- but I mean now like as a, well, you know what I mean, and I'm kind of terrible at that too, since I barely get any tips, because apparently it's not just about being hot, but you have to actually, like, be interesting or flirtatious or sexy or something, because, you know, I'm obviously hot, but oh my god sometimes I just get talking and I don't know how to stop, and so please don't get me fired, I just can't deal with it today, please, I don't know, I mean, I just ..."

Kelsey trailed off. It was unclear to Jake and Abbie whether she was finished, if there was likely to be more, or if Kelsey even realized she was telling her life story to two total strangers. She didn't speak for a bit, and just kind of looked at Abbie, though her eyes kept darting around the room.

"I can't help but notice that you're still here," said Jake sarcastically.

"Jake, enough," scolded Abbie. "Is there something else you need, Kelsey?"

Kelsey nodded, slowly at first, but gradually faster. "Yes. Yes, there is. I need you, um, to sign the receipt. I got it now. That's why I couldn't leave the food outside. I need you to sign the receipt."

Abbie walked over toward Kelsey.

"Whoa, I mean, you're just, you know ... naked."

Abbie looked down at herself and nodded. "Well, not entirely. But close enough!"

"And you don't care that I'm just standing here with you?"

Abbie shrugged. "Not really, I guess. Plus, you just told us that you're a stripper, so maybe this isn't so weird for you either?"

"I told you that?" said Kelsey, sincerely confused. "When?"

Jake looked at her incredulously. "Just now ... you're working three jobs to pay for school, and one of them is being a stripper."

Kelsey looked at Jake and bit her lip. "He's naked too."

Jake sat up and put a pillow over his crotch. "Yup. Starting to feel a little weird, to be honest." He looked away, then back to the women. "Lies. I've been feeling weird since you got here, Kelsey."

Kelsey giggled. "You're funny. And cute."

"The receipt?" said Abbie.

"You know," said Kelsey. "I'm kinda vibing with you. I mean, if you were actually freaked out, you would have thrown a fit or something." She lightly fingered the top button of her shirt, staring at Abbie, her head cocked to one side.

Abbie squinted her eyes a bit and smiled. "Maybe we're just not the type to throw fits," she said.

"He seems kinda tense," said Kelsey, indicating Jake. "But you're not." She grinned at Abbie, and with a little smirk, flicked open her shirt's top button.

Abbie chuckled. She looked back at Jake who rolled his eyes and flopped back on the bed dramatically before sitting up again. Even if he was annoyed, he didn't want to miss whatever was about to happen.

Kelsey's eyes wandered the room, up to the ceiling, over to the cart of food service, then back to Abbie. Kelsey's voice got softer, sweeter, and sexier. "So, it's room service. What service can I provide?"