The Aftermath

It was nearly an hour later when the guys finally ran out of steam.

When they were finally done the girls all sat on the cold tile floor of the showers.

In silence, they all looked at each other, each of them a mirror image of the others. Hair hanging lank and thick faces glistening with the accumulated seed of the Bros. What hadn’t stuck on their faces had dripped down to coat their breasts.

“Guess we need another shower,” Lisa joked lamely.

None of the others said anything, not even Felicia spoke up as the group climbed unevenly to there feet and once again became to wash themselves off.

It was nearly half an hour later when Brad returned, his arms filled with a bundle of something.

“So ready to get to work?” He asked as he dumped the pile on one of the benches. “I’ve got your uniforms right here.”

As he spoke he pulled one of the items of clothing off the top of the pile, revealing that it was in the packet a kitchen Apron. With a smile, he started passing the plain which garments to each of them in turn.

“This is it?” Lisa asked and instantly regretted it. Of course, this would be it, hell she was amazed that he was giving them anything to wear at all. She had kind of been expecting to have to go in the nude for the duration of all of this.

“If you don’t like it you don’t have to wear it,” Brad replied with a good-natured smile.

Lisa took the Apron from Brad and pulled it on. As she watched the other women pull on the Aprons she somehow felt more exposed than when she had been nude and looking at the way the others where standing she wasn’t the only one. The rest of the girls were alternating between tugging at the bottoms of the Aprons, which on most of them reached barely halfway down their thighs, and trying to cover as much of their chests with the top of the Apron.

Only Felicia seemed not to be bothered by these Aprons, standing off to the side she met Lisa’s eye for a moment before glancing away. At that moment Lisa resolved to try and get some time alone with Felicia and talk about what happened out on that court.

As it turned out that was going to prove a little easier to do than she had expected. Once they were all ‘dressed’ Brad explained to them that they would be cleaning up the house. As he talked he took them on a walking tour of the house, starting in the living room, a place where, in the harsh light of day, the aftermath of the previous night was all too easy to say. Empty beer bottles spilled food and the clear stains from more, personal, bodily fluids marked the place out.

The rest of the house was much the same the party had clearly taken up nearly the whole house. To Lisa’s confusion, she noticed that there were tell-tale semen stains in nearly every room. Yet she didn’t recall ever leaving the Living Room. Then again, she had more often than not been far too occupied to keep track what the other girls were doing. It was completely possible that they could have been dragged off for some more ‘private’ time.

With the tour done Brad handed them each a collection of cleaning supplies. As he did Lisa was struck by oddly well prepared he seemed. Having enough cleaning supplies for each of them not to mention having the Aprons. That insidious little voice in the back of her mind came back to the court and couldn’t help but wonder if this had all been planned out for longer than this.

She tried to shake the thought off, the idea of one of her friends doing something like that was just too horrible to even think about. Instead, she focused her mind on the task of cleaning.