Cleaning Up

Between them, it was decided that it would be best to deal with the Living Room last. Divide and conquer was the tactic of the day as they each headed off to a room each.

Lisa found herself cleaning up the Kitchen. The place was a mess but once you looked past the pizza boxes and assorted junk that could be safely thrown away it was actually not so bad. So she set to work.

It was almost cathartic, to focus on such a simple task, for just a little while she could leave behind everything that had been going on.

One by one the boxes, bottles and improvised bongs went into bin bags.

One by one the stains of various origins were wiped away.

She was so engrossed in the task at hand that she hardly reacted when one of the Bro’s would wander into the kitchen. She felt hands on her ass and back, sometimes bold enough to dip between her legs to tease at her sex. Offers to help get the place good and messed up again rolled over her as she worked and she took them all with a smile and kept on cleaning.

Yet all good things must come to an end. As she wiped away the last of the stain left by an upturned pizza box and thought about what she should do now. She knew that this was the best chance she was going to have to talk to Felicia. She knew the conversation was going to suck, even just thinking about it she could feel her stomach starting to twist into knots but she also knew that she needed to do it. One way or the other.

Her mind made up Lisa turned to leave the kitchen but was stopped dead in her tracks by the imposing figure of the dark-skinned Bro from the shower that morning.