Sore and Chore

You lost, no surprise there and definitely no surprise when the first order of business was for you to clean the pigsty he calls his room.

Oh that wasn't the worst part, he made you wear a cleaning maid's outfit and gave you a calling name of Eve. Inside you were seething, but you kept a front, losers can't be choosers.

So while you were cleaning his room, embarrassed wearing a costume, Oliver went to start taking a shower on the other room, while you started doing the chore.

Taking his cups and empty platter into a trash bag, fixing his study and picking up his laundry into the basket, you can't help but notice the stench it was giving off, especially Oliver's undergarment. Taking his jock strap close to you and givibg it a sniff, you thought, it wasn't as bad as you would've thought, the ripe scent of musk straight into your nostrils and circulating around the unventilated humid room.

You're a closet case and Oliver doesn't know, what he doesn't know won't kill him and because you knew how he was a dick about everything. You can admit that you were a bit off a sucker for Oliver, he has good looks, good strenght-endurance and a great body, but as good as those things are, he is incredibly dumb.

Little things can make him horny, even if he won't admit it, and you know this for a fact. Last break, while you cooking with only an apron and a boxer, you notice that he was peaking glances at you, licking dry lips and tenting bulges.

If that wasn't a hint, take his questionably sensual-like request during games, movies or free time, where he would always dare you to try things like; asking weird sexual questions, wearing a wig, trying a thong, strip into your boxers, and even handjobs that would just be rejected by yours truly.

Now this, if anything else is bout to happen, its all about his sexual tendencies. Not gonna lie, you are very much tempted to just offer a handjob, blowjob or even a fuck.