Return to room and get clothes

There really aren’t a lot of options.

After all, if he were to storm the house right now in his current condition, what would he say, “Put your hands in the air, or so help me, I’ll wiggle my cock at you!” Alex needs clothes, and he needs them now.

Activating the transmitter, Alex whispers, “Smithers! Can you hear me?”

“Loud and clear, Alex,” comes the response.

“Any word on this Juarez guy?”

“Not a lot. It might be our operative, but we’re having trouble tracking his last location or even giving you a good physical description. Not that we could send you a picture, anyway.... But now that you mention it, I am working on exciting technology that will allow us to send pictures to another person’s brain. It’s still too early to put it into operation yet. All the attempts at transmission seem to result in the recipient having the lingering smell of Fig Newtons, and a few end up with spastic colon syndrome.”

Alex is impatient. “I don’t care about that stuff. I feel like I’m hanging out here.”

“That’s probably from the loincloth,” says Smithers. “They just don’t offer the support a guy needs — especially a young fellow like you. If you’re not careful, you can get a nasty case of blue balls. I remember this mission in Tahiti...”

“I’m not talking about that kind of hanging,” interrupts Alex, but admittedly, the condition Smithers described is amazingly accurate. Alex is not about to tell him that he doesn’t even have the loincloth anymore. “I mean that I don’t have enough information. I don’t know which lead to follow — if any of them.”

“I understand. Well, hang loose — oh, wait — poor choice of words, huh? I mean just be patient, and I’ll get you intel ASAP.”

Alex clicks off the transmitter and continues toward the mansion. He is not accustomed to walking around outside in the buff, but fortunately, he runs into no one until getting to the door. As he enters, he encounters A.C., the director of Operations and Security. He looks over Alex, apparently unconcerned about his nudity, but allowing his gaze to linger on the cuts and scrapes.

“What happened to you?”

“It was a guest who took the Jungle Book theme a little too far,” Alex responds. “She was a real wildcat. I just came back here to get a fresh costume.”

“Interesting,” says A.C., thoughtfully. “Why don’t you go and get washed up and come back here when you are done. We may need you somewhere else by then.”

Alex finds his way back to his room. No one is there, and he takes a deep breath and evaluates the situation. He goes to the sink to splash cold water on his face and sees himself in the mirror for the first time since emerging from the bushes. No wonder A.C. looked at him that way. He is covered with dirt and grime, as well as blood from the numerous cuts all over his body.

Alex hits the shower, anticipating the hot, relaxing water on his sore body. Instead, he lets out a cry of surprise and pain when the water hits his injuries. Tenderly, he soaps up and tries to clean them without inflicting too much unnecessary pain.

“You look like you’ve been through the wringer,” says a voice. “I didn’t realize the Dungeon was open tonight.”

Alex spins around and sees Connie, one of his fellow co-workers and roommate. He met her briefly when he first arrived. She is naked — just as she was when they first met — and she appears to have just stripped down for a shower. The redhead steps into the shower with Alex, standing behind him, examining his injuries.

“You will need some help with these,” she says, taking the washcloth from Alex’s hand and gently dabbing at his shoulders. “Some of these are pretty deep. I hope whoever it was who did this gave you a good tip.”

Alex stands rigid — less from the pain of the injuries and more from the shock of sharing a shower with a gorgeous woman. In fact, if memory serves, Connie was the one who just reached over and patted Alex’s crotch in their very first conversation.

Despite the pain, Alex feels himself becoming aroused by the experience and slowly moves one hand down to cover his growing erection.

“Um... it’s ok... you don’t have to do that,” he stammers.

“Not a problem,” she says, continuing her task. “We all take care of each other around here. Especially our new boys. We don’t want anything to happen to anything this special.”

She moves around and stands in front of Alex, continuing to dab at his shoulders, chest and arms. Alex looks nervously away to try to keep from staring, but he can’t help but let his eyes steal furtive glances at this shapely creature in front of him. He sees how the water flows over her shoulders, drips off her breasts, and causes her skin to shine. He sees the water flow down her stomach to between her legs, and that’s when he sees that she has shaved her pussy, leaving just a tiny patch of red hair at the top.

Connie pulls his hand away from his groin and grins. “Well, you can’t be too badly injured, can you? You know, it would be horrible to get an infection there — what a tragedy. We’d better make sure it is very clean.”

With that, Connie works up a nice lather or soap suds in her hands and applies them to Alex’s fully erect cock. He can feel her hands sliding up and down over it, occasionally moving down to soap up and explore his balls.

Alex thinks guiltily of Sabina and says, “So... have you had a busy night?”

Not letting up on her task, Connie says, “Depends on what you call ‘busy.’ For some reason I seem to attract the grandfatherly old fucks at these events. They always give me plenty of tips, but they can’t seem to keep it up long enough to get me off. I get to the end of a shift like this, and I just wanna screw.... Know what I mean?”

Connie looks into Alex’s eyes with an animal-like intensity, leans forward, pressing her soapy body against his, and kisses him passionately.

From the waist down, Alex’s body is positive what the next step should be. From his shoulders up, his body reminds him that time is running out on this mission.