Vyki shows him to the spare room

Opening the door, Vyki stepped in and held the door long enough for Lou to take it as she continued walking in. Getting past the entry way triggering the motion sensor activated lights, she could still see all the unused decorations, food, and paraphernalia from the setup for the party that never happened. Looking to the side, she can see the door to the bedroom where the other girl is still sleeping off her meds from the weather. Looking back over her shoulder she can see Lou barely inside the doorway just far enough for the door to close behind him. Waving her manicured fingers for him to follow her, she said “come with me, Daddy.”

Continuing down the walkway towards the spare bedroom and her home office, she is reminded of all the many lessons and practices she has done. Hearing the echo of the clicks of her heels off the walls seems almost hallow missing her training words as she begins quietly whispering them to herself as she thinks back to focusing on her steps so hard, feeling the plug in her ass directing the swing of her hips, while holding out her hands beside her as she visualizes her skirt swinging side to side.

Lou questions the intelligence of this action and considers turning around and just getting a hotel room. However, when he sees the hot vixen look at him with those come-hither eyes and whisper to ‘come’ with her as she struts down the hallway in a gait somewhere between a stripper and a runway model, Lou’s already exhausted reasoning center seems to take flight. Walking behind her, he can’t help but enjoy watching the sway of her skirt, the teasing peek at her thong, and the occasional flirting glint of the gem in her plug.

Stepping into the familiar room, she is happy to see her cabinet is undisturbed as expected. Turning around to smile at her partner from this evening slowly taking his time. She’s glad to see he decided to stop over and rest; she was worried how tired he must be walking so slowly behind her. Gesturing to the bed in the middle of the room, with her half-open eyes and lagging speech she states, “this is our room for guests. Feel free to make yourself at home and use anything in here you want.”

Lou’s inner beast makes a comment about what it’d like to use, and he quickly looks away & notices a lot of makeup and things on the counter. Worried that it’s in use, he jumps at the opportunity to change the topic and asks, “Is someone already staying over or is that something you leave for guests?”

Vyki looks at the plethora of items Katie left on the counter. “Oh! Katie must have left those expecting to come back to work on Molly. She’ll come round at some point and get those; obviously not too important for her tonight.”

Thinking about Katie coming back just seemed like a bad idea. Looking to the bed for some indication she was there or some wild idea that her diminutive form was actually hiding under the covers, Lou was getting more uneasy about this whole arrangement.

Seeing his unease as he looked at the bed, Vyki is afraid maybe he thinks it’s used a lot or something, so she walks over to show him the fresh linens. “The bed is extremely comfortable and fresh sheets put on this morning,” she said as she crawled up to pull the comforter and sheets back to expose the pillows and clean sheets. “I also got super comfy pillows to make sure everyone got good sleep,” she said proud of her efforts looking after her guests as she laid her head on the fluffed-up pillow. “You really should try these out,” she said looking back through the strands of hair from her wig, she was oblivious to the view she was giving Lou or his shocked facial response.

Lou sits there for what feels like an eternity with his mouth agape trying to figure out if she really is this naïve or just some act to pretend like what he’s offering is just some accident. Her separated bare legs winding up to her exposed ass cheeks sticking in the air with the jeweled plug glinting in the over head light interrupted only briefly by the fabric of her thong. Her skirts follow down (up?) her body towards her chest as her shoulders rest on the mattress next to the pillow her heads on. He can see small wafts of hair flowing from under her breath and wonder if she’s actually about to pass out like that. His eyes scan up and own her prone body and a thousand questions run back and forth through his head, but only one idiotic question seems to surface, “doesn’t that hurt?” Out of everything, the curious part that breaks through the log jam is the concern that the butt plug is uncomfortable.

“Huh?” she asks very confused, just taking a moment to pull her hair out of her face to get a good look at Lou as she really wasn’t sure why he thought a pillow would hurt.

“Your plug. Seems like it would hurt to wear one of those,” Lou explains trying to latch onto some single aspect of all the absurdity.

Vyki lets out a giggle at the odd question, but glad that he feels comfortable to ask her things. “Eh, it can be but kinda gotten used to them.”

“You use them a lot?”

“Yea, they help with my walking stance.”

Letting his eyes roll up and down her legs as he visualizes her walk in here, he mumbles “yes, it does.”

“What was that?” Vyki said, unable to understand him.

Lou shook his head as he tried to cover with a stumbling, “uh, I just said ‘oh, it does?'”

Sighing as she was reminded why she liked these pillows so much as she felt sleep intruding on her already not realizing how much her expelled energy and **** were really fatiguing her. “Ya, helps reminds me how to wiggle my hips as it rubs inside,” she explains as she demonstrates oddly shifting her hips side to side from their elevated position.

“Don’t you ever just take it out?”

Vyki giggles and blushes, “well, when my body has to.” However, she continues to explain languorously on the soft pillow, “but with this corset it’s a pain to reach back there so I avoid it unless absolutely necessary.”

Lou chuckled and felt the need to test the waters with something he could slough of a joke if it didn’t land well, “you want me to take it out, baby girl?”

“Sure, Daddy,” said without really processing it. Her partner was wanting to do something to help her; why should she bother questioning it? It sounded like a lot of work.

Tentatively stepping closer to the bed, Lou was sure she was going to yell out ‘Gotcha!’ or something. He started to reach out but stopped as he got close, “you sure?”

“Ya, need to take it out for bed anyway,” Vyki responded matter-of-factly and just sighed again.

“K,” Lou stated as he reached out, and attempting to delay touching her directly, he grasped the thin strap of her thong and pulled it to the side out of the way.

Seeing no real reaction, Lou grasped the jeweled base of her plug and slowly pulled on it. Rewarded only with a languid moan, he continued on. As the widest bulbous part finally popped past her opening, the resistance dropped and almost seemed to start pushing out as he heard a relieved sigh escape her lips as she muttered, “thankuDaddy.” Noticing the cover, Lou mentioned “a condom?”

Vyki giggled a bit at. “Gotta practice protection, Daddy,” she joked with a bit more giggles before confessing, “makes cleanup easier.”

Removing the prophylactic and tossing it in the bedside trash, he could see the metallic sheen seemed undisturbed and nodded impressed, as he set it aside. Returning back to look at her fully exposed hole that seemed to still be gaping and subtly twitching, his curiosity inspired the impulsive question, “how does it feel, baby girl?”

“Empty, Daddy,” Vyki responded reflexively with the first word that came to mind. However, thinking about it a bit more, she could part of the ring exposed to the air a little sore and almost sticky, continued with the description, “and tender.”

Lou’s tired and aroused mind was having a hard time keeping his impulsive side in check as he asked, “you want me to fix that, baby girl?”

While he was more meaning the first part of her statement, Vyki took it more to refer to the later portion and responded with, “yes, please, Daddy. There’s some oil over there on the dresser.” She was glad there was someone here kind enough to pamper her after such a long day.

Lou was a little surprised at the comfort of the statement, but the gratitude of the statement seemed to indicate her interest in it. However, he saw the obvious container of oil off to the side with a strip of condoms next to it. Opening the oil bottle, he could smell the familiar berry and herbal smell; it triggered a near immediate ole factory memory of when he first met her at her front door earlier this evening. He was reminded how hot and happy she was even then in her hooded outfit. His cock twitched even further at this memory busting forward again in his pants demanding to be used.

Vyki realized that she had asked him to use the oil on her ass hole and asking him to touch was probably a bit too much to ask a friend and tried to make it easier on him, “you should just be able to poor some on it. That should make it easier for you.”

Lou was again surprised that she was so casual about using her more easily, but he was having a hard time discarding such a gift. Lifting the bottle, he poured a stream into her still gaping opening.

Vyki was surprised to feel the coldness so deep inside her as she expected it to stop at the surface, but the cold chill caused her body to shiver a bit as she naturally flexed her opening causing some of the stream to dribble over the outside. The odd sensations were not unpleasant and almost a delight as she giggled feeling the wetness swish around, she couldn’t help but giggle at the crass joke that ran through her head and couldn’t help but share, “you made me so wet, Daddy.”

Lou played along with her and tie in her mantra from earlier, “just proves you’re a good slut, baby girl.”

Feeling the familiar pleasurable tingle from the oil as it seemed to trigger the pleasurable memories of many sessions, she couldn’t help but remember the many times she used the similar phrase and barely even registered she said “am a good cum slut.”

Seeing her get even more relaxed and happy, Lou couldn’t help but ask, “that oil really does help?”

Vyki couldn’t deny that the oil can feel really good, but taking a moment to focus on the area he applied it to she couldn’t help but notice there were some tender areas that were missed by the hasty pour. “ya, but it didn’t really hit the right spots.” Flexing her hole to try to spread it around herself, but not doing it, she realized it’d be a lot easier for him. Figuring there was no harm in asking, she mustered up her best pretty please voice she asked, “would you be willing to spread it around to hit the right spot, Daddy?” She tried to swing her hips side to side to try to get the oil dribbles to spread around as she asked.