Claire relaxes in the mansion

Claire opened the door to the hallway. The thought of exploring the house au natural made her head spin a bit, but it also lighted a fire in her heart. Her brain told her to cash in her chips and get dressed, but her naughtier inner child pushed her to keep going. Claire was still debating wherever this was a good or bad idea when she took the first step out.

“Oh my god.” Claire rubbed her bare feet on the carpet. It tickled, but in a good way. The fabric was so fluffy it was like she was walking on a cloud. How could her boss afford such a level of luxury? “Hell yeah! I am doing this!”

With a renewed perk on her step, Claire pleasurably glided over to the carpet to reach the giant TV. She sunk her butt on the couch, the fine leather kissing her skin. “How you like this, boss? I’m rubbing my butt all over your clean, new couch,” she bragged to no one in the room.

After watching some shows and being disappointed that there wasn’t a secret rich version of Netflix, Claire was now dry as a desert. Even her wet footsteps were beginning to disappear. Nevertheless, she had no intention of going home or even getting dressed just yet. She was going to milk the house for all it’s worth!

Claire was hungry, so she went to the kitchen to make herself something to eat. Like a marauding coyote, she trashed the fridge and cupboards, leaving a trail of messy ingredients strewn about in her wake.

The naked woman then continued her tour of the house. She accidentally broke a violin’s cord when she tried to play it, slid right across the gigantic dining table to knock down as many plates and vases as she could, played bowling with pool balls and expensive books, mixed a glass of wine milkshake at the bar that was so revolting that she couldn’t even finish a sip, and she mooned the portrait of her boss in the art room for good measure.

The house was left a mess, everything was thrown on the floor and there were stains even on the wall. Claire didn’t mind. This was more than just a little treat for herself, this was vindication! She had never felt so liberated in her life! Sure, tomorrow she would have to clean it all up, but she was too busy living the moment.

Or was busy, Claire was pretty tired. She made her way to her boss’s chambers and slid into her Empress-sized bed. “Oh my god, these silk sheets.” Claire, she swung her legs and waggled her toes with glee. “It so soft! How can it be this soft?! No wonder the boss sleeps like a baby!”

Speaking of, Claire closed her heavy eyelids and sank on the pillow. Muffling another “Oh my god, so soft!” under her breath, she relaxed and let herself enter the dream world...

Right, enough of that. Claire had a bed of her own, as hard as it was. After a refreshing nap, she got up, got dressed, and went home. She then returned the day after, and with a lot of effort, cleaned everything back to the way it was. No one was the wiser to her shenanigans.