Ruby cleans Jimmy

The restroom stall was stark and uninviting, its cramped walls painted a peeling off-white that seemed to close in around them. The flickering fluorescent light overhead cast an unflattering, pale glow, making every detail seem harsher and more exposed. The floor beneath Ruby’s feet was tiled in small, grimy squares, faint smudges of old dirt clinging stubbornly to the grout. The toilet Jimmy sat on looked no better—stained with years of disuse, its edges chipped and discolored. The faint smell of mildew hung in the cold air, a stark reminder of how neglected and unkempt the space was.

Ruby’s body trembled faintly as she stood there, her chest still heaving slightly from the intensity of the orgasm she’d just experienced. The aftermath of the moment weighed heavily on her, a complicated mix of emotions swirling within her—indignation, shame, and an undercurrent of lingering arousal that she wished she could ignore. Her lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes darting to Jimmy, still lounging with a smug grin on his face, his softened but wet penis resting casually against his thigh.

Her gaze flickered over him, her indignation boiling anew as she replayed his words in her head. You forgot something. The nerve of him, to act so entitled after everything, only fueled her irritation. Yet, somewhere beneath the fire of her anger, there was something else—something that made her pause. A spark of curiosity lingered, her mind wondering how far his cocky demeanor would go if she indulged him one last time.

With a sharp intake of breath, Ruby let out a quiet, exasperated sigh. She knelt once more, the cold tile pressing against her bare knees as she lowered herself in front of him. Jimmy’s eyebrows raised slightly, his grin widening as he realized what she was about to do.

“That’s a good girl,” he muttered, his voice dripping with condescension, as if he’d expected nothing less. Ruby didn’t respond, her jaw tightening as her indignation flared again, but she **** herself to focus on the task.

She leaned forward, her lips brushing against him tentatively as she began cleaning the sticky remnants of their encounter. The faint taste was musky and salty, lingering on her tongue as she moved methodically, her cheeks flushing with heat. Her movements were precise, her mouth carefully following the contours of his softening length and the surrounding skin to ensure no trace was left behind.

Jimmy’s reaction was exactly as she’d anticipated—sleazy and self-satisfied. He leaned back slightly, his hands resting on his thighs as he watched her with an infuriating smirk. “See?” he said, his tone casual but oozing arrogance. “I knew you’d come around. Knew you’d do the right thing.”

Ruby didn’t look up at him, her focus on finishing what she had started. Her stomach churned as his words grated on her nerves, but she pushed through, her curiosity outweighing her indignation for the moment. When she was certain she’d cleaned him thoroughly, she sat back on her heels, wiping her lips with the back of her hand before standing abruptly.

Jimmy chuckled softly as she straightened her skirt, his eyes lingering on her as she turned to leave. “Don’t be a stranger,” he called after her, his tone dripping with smugness.

Ruby didn’t respond, her footsteps echoing softly against the tile as she exited the stall. The fluorescent light above buzzed faintly, the cold air brushing against her skin as she stepped out of the restroom, leaving Jimmy and the tangled mess of emotions she felt behind her.

As Ruby exited the restroom, her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The cold air from the hallway brushed against her flushed cheeks, and the pounding bass of the nightclub music seeped faintly into the quieter corridor. She paused just outside the door, her breath coming in shallow bursts as the reality of what she had just done settled heavily on her shoulders.

I can’t believe I enjoyed that, she thought, her stomach twisting with a mix of guilt and **** acceptance. The vivid sensations, the rawness of the encounter, lingered in her mind, defying her attempts to push them away. Her body had betrayed her, responding in ways she couldn’t deny, and that left her grappling with the uncomfortable truth. I did enjoy it. But why? The question echoed in her mind, heavy with self-reproach.

She shook her head, trying to focus. The reason she’d come back here—the reason she’d put herself in this situation—flashed in her mind, grounding her. Tiffany’s wedding ring. That was what mattered now, not the confusing feelings she’d have to sort through later.

Ruby’s eyes scanned the dimly lit hallway, her attention drawn to a faint glint of light on the ground near the base of the restroom door. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against the cool tile as she picked up the small, golden band. Holding it up to the light, she confirmed it was Tiffany’s wedding ring, the simple design unmistakable. Relief flooded through her, momentarily overshadowing the turmoil in her chest.

Standing up, Ruby tucked the ring into her pocket and made her way back through the nightclub. The crowd seemed more suffocating than before, the flashing neon lights harsher on her eyes. She kept her gaze focused ahead, avoiding the dance floor and the faces of strangers as she navigated her way to the exit.

The cool night air hit her as she stepped outside, offering a small measure of clarity. She exhaled deeply, the tension in her chest loosening slightly as she put the club behind her. The ring in her pocket was a tangible reminder of her purpose, something concrete to hold onto amidst the swirl of emotions.

As she walked away from the club, Ruby’s mind drifted back to the encounter she’d just experienced. The guilt and confusion remained, but so did the undeniable truth: she had enjoyed it, even if she wished she hadn’t. I’ll deal with it later, she told herself firmly, gripping the ring in her pocket as if it could anchor her to the present. For now, all she wanted was to get home and put this night behind her.