Brie Larson gets taken down a peg - Part 20

Karen gives the t-shirt to the youngest of the two gas station workers, and he approaches Brie. She turns around, so that he can dry the back side of her body, where she is most wet. The boy starts by drying her feet, and then continues up her legs, as slowly as humanly possible.

-What kind of name is Brie, anyway? -says the older man-. Isn’t that a cheese? Did her parents not know how to call her, so they just opened the fridge and named her after the first thing they saw?

-Hahaha… Her real name is Brianne, but she prefers Brie -explains Karen.

-Really? She chose to be named like a cheese? I think Brianne sounds much better.

-That’s what I told her, but she wouldn’t listen…

-Well, I’m with you. I mean, Brie? Really? Come on. Who’s her boyfriend, Mr Camembert?

-Hahaha…

While the agent and the older man have this conversation, the young boy makes his way up Brie’s thighs, taking his time, and finally gets to her bottom. Feeling his hands groping her butt cheeks through the fabric is embarrassing enough, but her humiliation reaches peak level when she senses his fingers right on her very sensitive anus.

-Are you sure that you don’t want to help him dry her? -asks Karen, who is loving this.

-Nah… I’m happily married. I have never touched another woman since I met my wife, and it would make me feel a bit guilty, like I was cheating on her.

-Oh, that’s so sweet!

-Don’t get me wrong: if it was one of the pretty ones, like Scarlett Johansson, I wouldn’t say no. I mean, I love my wife, but not that much, hehehe… But for this one… meh.

The boy finishes drying Brie’s derriere and continues with her back. When he gets to her shoulders, Karen addresses him:

-Don’t forget to dry her front side too. Water splashes everywhere.

“What the hell! Shut the fuck up!”, thinks Brie.

Knowing that she has no other option, she turns around, still covering her private parts with her hands, trying to retain the last drop of dignity.