Keeping the secret under the skirt

Lazaro gave one last nibble to his ear, pulling back and moving his hands from under Kelly’s skirt to onto his hips.

“There. Properly flustered and bothered.” Lazaro smiled mischievously. “You liked that, didn’t you? So sweet and receptive. I wish more new girls were like you.”

Kelly panted, his knees buckled together. It-it wasn’t normal for this to go so far? He could have refused?

Before Kelly could even dwell on that, there was something far more…pressing. As in, pressing upwards into his skirt.

Kelly shifted from where he was, pulling down his skirt to hide the small rise in it. “S-sir, I really shouldn’t…” he could barely gasp, his voice raspy and tiny.

Lazaro placed a hand under his chin, pulling up to look at him. “No, no. I understand. You’ve only just started working here. I, for one, am very eager for your future.”

The wizard chuckled. “I might make a request for you to be my personal maid…so we can have fun again soon.”

Kelly swallowed nervously, unsure what even to say. This man was the one he was supposed to stop-!

Lazaro let him go, turning about and snapping his fingers. His staff whisked through the air into his hand as he paused at the door.

“I’ll leave you to your cleaning, Miss Kelly.” The grin was going to haunt him for weeks. “See you soon.”

With that, the door closed.