The receptionist

She knew it was a bad idea but Leanne just wanted to find out what other options she had. So she walked back up to the reception desk. "Hi again!" she said, trying her best to appear as friendly as possibly whilst grinning borderline maniacally. The receptionist only half looked up this time. Deciding instead to stab her finger in the direction of the sitting area Leanne had just been to. "Umm..."

Leanne's persistence had obviously hit a nerve with the cranky receptionist and she tossed her magazine down with a heavy sigh of resentment. As the older woman slowly stared up at her, Leanne swallowed hard.

"I was just wondering..." the fixed gaze from the beady eyes struck an unnerving level of dread in Leanne. She was already regretting her decision to annoy the receptionist further, but backing out now would probably make things worse.

"Let me guess," she began. "You want me to help you find somewhere to go. Right?" Leanne nodded slowly, unable to take her eyes away from the harsh gaze of the older woman before her. "The lounge not quite what you were hoping for, is that it?" Again Leanne nodded, more enthusiastically this time, but found herself unable to add any words. "Well, I suppose you should come with me then." The receptionist smiled as she said this. But it wasn't a friendly smile. Something about that crooked grin, combined with the callous stare, only heightened Leanne's fear.

Slowly the receptionist creaked to her feet. She wasn't much taller when she stood up and Leanne began wondering if she was much older than the 50 or so years she'd estimated when she arrived. She certainly wouldn't have looked out of place as a resident, that's for sure.

"This way." she grumbled before turning and heading down the dingy corridor with Leanne following dutifully. It was very narrow and dimly lit. Most of the light was coming from a small window at the far end. There was also an odd smell filling the air. More so than the usual pungent odour you associate with old people. Leanne could see doors lining each side of the corridor, which she guessed were the rooms where the residents stayed. Just as she was beginning to wonder where the receptionist was leading her, they stopped outside one of the doors. "In here." she said sharply.

The door was opened and Leanne stepped inside a little hesitantly. It wasn't much brighter than the corridor with only a lamp stamp to provide any kind of light. A thick curtain over the window blocked out any natural light. The room itself was pretty basically furnished, with just a bed, a desk and a couple of chairs. She noticed a large figure sat slightly hunched over on the edge of the bed.

"Mr. Richardson." announced the receptionist. "Leanne here is a volunteer. She's going to... assist you, with whatever you need." Leanne didn't like the way she worded that sentence or how she emphasised the word 'whatever'. "I'll leave you two alone then. Oh, Mr. Richardson. Remember you have the special activity this evening."

Leanne heard the irritable woman shuffle away and the door close, leaving her alone with the old man. He was watching her closely with a creepy grin on his face. "Um... Hi there, Mr... Mr. Richardson."

The old man gently patted the bed next to him, encouraging the young woman to come closer whilst practically licking his lips. Reluctantly Leanne did as she was requested. Her skin crawling as she moved closer to the large figure. The nearer she stepped the more she realised Mr. Richardson was a very big man. Not just in height, which was difficult to guess while he sat like that, but also enormously obese. There was also an odd smell. She wasn't sure if it was coming from him or just the room in general. The young woman took a seat balanced on the bed, as far away from Mr. Richardson as she could sit.

"You're very pretty," leered the old man, sliding along the bed to get nearer and leaving her with nowhere to go.

"Um... Thanks," replied Leanne nervously. She thought about returning the compliment but there was no way she could bring herself to do it. Even if it was just a lie, saying anything nice about this human blob was too much. "So... err..." She tried to think quickly for a change of subject. "What do you like to do?"

"I like pretty girls like you," came the seedy response. That wasn't exactly what Leanne meant by 'do' and she was horrified at the thought. She squirmed awkwardly on the precipice of the bed. "You seem nervous. Why don't you come closer and get more comfortable?" As the overweight old man bounced nearer, Leanne found herself propelled upwards before crashing hard to the cold floor. "Here. Give me a hand." Before she realised that he'd said 'give ME a hand' Leanne reached forward blindly in the dim light of the room. Her hand came into contact with something hard and thick. Wrapping her hand around the object she heard the old man groan.

With a sharp gasp she looked up swiftly and saw her fingers around Mr. Richardson's swollen member. She wasn't sure if it was erect or just as fat as the rest of him. She tried to pull her hand away sharply but the old man's shaft was incredibly sticky with some kind of weird substance. She tugged hard but only succeeded in unwittingly pleasuring him.

"Mmm... that's it!" he grunted in a disturbing tone. "Now why don't you show me those lovely breasts of yours?" Leanne was starting to panic. It appeared as though she had no escape and would be **** to giving this old, fat creep what he wanted.