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Chapter 8
by tommyd79
Do you stick around or excuse yourself (to use the restroom)?
Excuse yourself (to use the restroom).
You had to get out of this room, and now. “I need to use the bathroom, where is it?”
“Down the hall, forth door on the left.” Mr. Kamp answers you not even looking up.
Mr. Kamp leans in close to Nancy, whispers something into her ear, and lifts the hem of her skirt.
“WHY MR. KAMP, I COULD NEVER!” Nancy answers pushing her skirt back into place before she looks in your direction and blushes.
As you walk by the sofa on your way out Nancy quickly grabs your hand, slipping you a note without the knowledge of Mr. Kamp.
“But Richard, what about your wife?” You hear Miss Drew cry out as you leave the room.
That fucking creep you think to yourself as you walk down the hallway. You unfold the note and read it: COME BACK QUICKLY
“Fourth door on the left... fourth door on the left…” you chant as you make your way down the hall.
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La mer
Qu'on voit danser le long des golfes clairs
A des reflets d'argent
La mer
Des reflets changeants
Sous la pluie -You hear the French song ‘La Mer’ as you walk by double doors on the right side. You crack the door open slightly and recognize the maid from a little earlier. You watch as she sings along to the song.
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La mer
Au ciel d'été confond
Ses blancs moutons
Avec les anges si purs
La mer bergere d'azur
Infinie -She is absolutely stunning as she does her best to replicate the singer’s masculine voice. You can’t help but chuckle as she raises her hands in an attempt to appear like an opera singer. Sophia jumps slightly hearing you laugh, realizing you’re at the door; she blushes, and places one of her hands over her mouth.
“Umm… Bonjour.” You say awkwardly.
“Bonjour Monsieur Doe.” Sophia greets back moving her hand from her mouth.
“Umm… you… sing… very… well.” You say in broken English in vain.
She looks at you quizzically.
“Sing…,” You start and begin to serenade, placing one of your hands in the air and the other against your chest, “umm… magnifique!” You say placing your fingers to your mouth and kiss them.
Sophia blushes deeply and gives you a huge smile. “Merci, la chose chaude!”
You walk closer to her, noticing she is working on making finger foods.
“Vous l'un voulez?” She asks, handing one of them to you.
“Oh, no thank you...,” you start but she seems very insistent, “okay, okay.” You say taking the morsel of food and put it in your mouth.
You are surprised by just how delicious the food is. “Well she isn’t here just for her looks.” You think to yourself.
You give her thumbs up and she smiles brightly. “Merci!” She grabs another not waiting for a response and places it against your lips. You open your mouth and she pushes it in, smearing some of the cream topping against your upper lip. “Je suis désolé.” Sophia says as she wipes the paste off with her index finger, places it between her pink lips and sucks it clean. “Encore?” she says holding another cracker up looking anxiously into your eyes.
“No. No encore. No encore.”
You can sense the rejection in her eyes and instantly feel like a jerk. You wait unable to think of what to say, finally Sophia speaks up.
“Avez-vous Voulu votre Mountain Dew?”
“Mountain Dew?” you ask.
“Oui.”
“Oui?” you repeat.
She bursts into laughter, forcing her breasts to shake violently. “Je l'obtiendrai pour vous, le bien-aimé.” Sophia says running her hand along your chest as she makes her way to the fridge.
She opens the fridge door and looks around for the Mountain Dew. “Ah-ha,” she says spotting the Mountain Dew, bending over at the hips, she reaches to the bottom of the fridge.
“Oh my god,” you can’t help but mutter as her upturned ass reveals plush pussy lips, as they push against her thong outlining them extensively. Her juices literally drip from her sex, like a leaky faucet.
Sophia turns her head and notices you staring. She appears absolutely thrilled by this. “Aimez-vous la vue? Voyez-vous comment vous mouille je suis pour vous?”
“I… I have no idea what you just…”
“Mmm…” Sophia interrupts you, grasping an ass cheeks and pulling it open revealing her tiny rosebud.
You definitely understood that, it’s time to fuck this girl! However, what about Nancy?
Who needs your help more?
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