to clean

(Originally written by Sassypants)

The turn of Alex's head brought his line of sight directly into contact with a feather duster. Alex closed his eyes, focusing on the sensations, the need....The sensations... The feather duster?

Alex's body betrayed his longing. He unwillingly rose, walked over to the feather duster, and began dusting the room.

His mind raced. Wait! Please? I want to finish! I'm so turned on right now!

His body ignored him. It went around the room, cleaning, and cleaning THOROUGHLY while Alex's mind screamed with frustration.

"Oh, hello there!"

Alex turned to find Sam leaning against the door frame, a sly grin on his face. Alex mentally shouted, "Dude, help me!" but his body minced over towards Sam, averting his eyes, and curtsied.

"What may I do to make your stay here better?" Alex said in an unnervingly feminine voice tinged with a French accent. Huh? What? Where did that come from?

Alex wanted to close his eyes and go back to lying in bed and touching himself.

Sam arched an eyebrow.