Wash his back and more

Tommy hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers. "Last thing—a good host would wash their guest's back, wouldn't they? Hard to reach and all that."

He dropped his boxers, standing completely naked in front of this wealthy, beautiful woman who would normally not even acknowledge his existence.

Melissa's face went pale, but the cosmic understanding of her role as host **** her to nod. "I... yes, of course. Whatever makes you comfortable as our guest."

*Holy shit, this actually works,* Tommy thought, his cock already beginning to stiffen at the power he held over her.

Tommy stepped into the luxurious shower, sighing with genuine pleasure as the hot water cascaded over his body. It had been weeks since he'd had a proper shower, and the multiple jets massaging his skin felt incredible.

"Fuck, that's good," he groaned, closing his eyes and letting the water soak his matted hair and beard.

Melissa stood awkwardly by the shower door, clearly hoping he'd forget about her offer to help.

"Hey, don't forget about my back," Tommy called out, opening his eyes to look at her. "A good host follows through."

Melissa swallowed hard. "Would you like me to... use a washcloth?"

Tommy nodded, watching as she reluctantly retrieved a pristine white washcloth from a cabinet. She hesitated at the shower door.

"You're gonna get those fancy clothes all wet," Tommy pointed out with a smirk. "Probably should take 'em off. I mean, what kind of host gets their nice clothes ruined while helping a guest?"

Inside Melissa's head, thoughts raced frantically. *This is insane. I should call Brandon. I should call the police. Why am I even considering this?* Yet alongside these normal reactions was the overwhelming compulsion to be a good host, to earn a good score on this examination. The cosmic understanding implanted in her mind made the consequences of failing this test seem dire, though she couldn't articulate exactly why.

"I... I suppose you're right," she said, her voice barely audible over the shower. "I'll just... change into something more appropriate."

"No time for that," Tommy shrugged, water streaming down his increasingly aroused body. "I'm standing here waiting. Bad hospitality to keep a guest waiting, isn't it?"

She closed her eyes briefly. *This is just part of the test. Just get through it. It's just a body. Be professional.*

With trembling hands, Melissa pulled her cashmere sweater over her head, revealing a black sports bra underneath. She slipped off her yoga pants, standing in her underwear.

"All the way," Tommy instructed, openly leering at her body. "Can't have anything getting wet, right? What would Brandon say if you ruined that expensive underthings because you were inhospitable?"

Melissa's cheeks burned with humiliation, but she unhooked her sports bra and slid her underwear down her legs, standing naked before this stranger who had invaded her home.

"There we go," Tommy grinned, his cock now fully erect. "Now you can help me get clean without worrying about your clothes."

Melissa stepped into the shower, keeping as much distance as possible between them in the large enclosure. She wet the washcloth and applied shower gel, then reached hesitantly toward Tommy's back.

"That's it," he encouraged, turning to present his back to her. "Get all that grime off. Been living rough for a while now."

Melissa began scrubbing his back, trying to be thorough yet quick. The cosmic compulsion made her want to do a good job despite her revulsion.

*Just get through this,* she told herself. *He'll be gone soon.*

"Lower," Tommy instructed. "Get my lower back too."

She moved the washcloth down, scrubbing his lower back and trying to avoid looking at his ass.

Tommy turned around suddenly, his erection now inches from her. "Gotta wash the front too. Hospitality means thoroughness, right?"

Melissa recoiled slightly. "I think you can manage the front yourself," she said, attempting to assert some boundary while still being polite.

Tommy's expression darkened. "That sounds pretty inhospitable to me. What, you think you're too good to help a guest in need? Gonna affect your score pretty badly, Melissa."

Her eyes widened in alarm. "No! No, I... I want to be a good host. I just thought—"

"Don't think," Tommy interrupted. "Just be hospitable."

With trembling hands, Melissa applied more soap to the washcloth and began to wash Tommy's chest and stomach, trying to ignore his erection bobbing just below.

"All of me needs cleaning," Tommy said pointedly, looking down at his cock.

*This is insane,* Melissa thought. *This can't be happening.* But the cosmic compulsion was overwhelming. The need to be a good host, to pass this examination, overrode all other concerns.

"I... yes, of course," she whispered, lowering the washcloth to his genitals.

"No, not with the cloth," Tommy said, grabbing her wrist. "Too rough. Use your hands. Gentle, like you'd want someone to be with you."

Melissa felt tears welling in her eyes as she squeezed shower gel into her palm and, with shaking hands, reached for Tommy's erection.

"That's better," he sighed as her soft hands reluctantly wrapped around his shaft. "See? Good hospitality isn't so hard."

*This is wrong,* Melissa thought. *But I need to pass this examination. What would happen if I failed? Would we lose the house? Would Brandon lose his position? Would the children suffer?* The cosmic understanding had planted these vague but terrifying consequences in her mind.