Steamy

“Y’all need a wash.”

Mike surveyed the room. By this point, the closed space was smelling pretty fresh. Tangy pussy juice mixed with sweat was driving up the humidity in the apartment by several notches. It was warm, too. Mike kept all the windows closed and the blinds drawn, even in summer, and with this many bodies it was biting him in the ass.

“Aw, and here I thought you liked piggies,” Carmen said, “just magic us clean.”

Lilly was still slumped on the floor, far too focused on breathing to react to that little jab. Mike shook his head.

“And deprive us all of shower sex the rest of our lives? Perish the thought,” Mike replied, flicking the aircon on. He breathed out as the cool flow gushed into the room.

“Now I know you’re a big ol’ virgin-” Carmen said.

“Emphasis on big,” Mia said.

“-but shower sex is trash. The drain’ll just hurt your dick,” she said, her grin taking up most of her face by now.

“Here I thought Afi was our resident comedian,” he said, giving Afi’s butt a squeeze on the way over to the bathroom door, “but no, I actually like taking showers. So, Mia, you’re going first.”

He opened the door, revealing a room just as cramped as the rest of the one bedroom apartment. The sink didn’t even reach up to Mike’s hips; it was so low and small. At one point in time, he could’ve rested his flaccid dick and balls on the rim without any effort. Mia walked in behind him, her new hips shaking and twisting through the doorway. He closed it behind them.

“Do you want me to wash you sir?”

“No, but you will be washing the others,” Mike replied, taking a seat on the toilet. His enormous dick curved over the front of the rim, dangling pendulously above the floor, “No, I want you to clean yourself. Should be some soap and conditioner already in there. And while you do that, I want you to tell me what you’d change about me to make me more attractive.”

As he spoke, Mia opened the glass door and surveyed the shower properly. Set with ashen black tiles, it felt like a pocket in the otherwise bright white apartment. A single metal shelf sat on the far side of the door, holding several mismatched bottles.

“Sir, I uh, I know you don’t want us to stop showering, but these aren’t the kinds of soaps I normally use.”

“Sensitive skin?”

“A little, yeah. I want to look my best for you,” she said, picking up his soap and reading the ingredients.

“Well given that none of us can wear pants right now, a run to the shops is out of the question,” he said with a small smile, “so let’s see if I can’t come up with a compromise.”

Theme: Cleaning. Target: All of them. Counter change: Yuki

“Huh.”

“What happened?”

“Yuki’s doing the change.”

“Oh. Huh,” Mia said, leaning against the shower walls, “how the hell’s that gonna work?”

“Guess we’ll see in a minute or two.”

Mike wrote his choice, and they sat there for a while. A while longer. Eventually, Mike got tired of waiting in silence. He stood, pushing off the seat and entering the shower. He pressed a hand over Mia’s shoulder, pulling the glass door closed behind him. Their mouths locked together. Sloppy, slow. Not quite as aggressive as before or as deliberate as he’d been with Lilly.

Mia ran a hand under his shirt. Running fingers over his belly, dragging and twirling up to his chest. His thick chest hair curled against her palms. She could feel his heartbeat, thumping along with her own.

Mike’s own hand pulled away from the door, finding its way into her hair. It was soft and a bit thin in his hands. He sunk himself into it, letting his fingers get right down to her scalp. Pulling her in. Pushing her closer. Drawing her body and mouth into him as his hips forced her backwards.

His cock was hardening. Inch by inch by inch. He could feel those foundations clench and firm up, preparing for what was about to happen. Lifting it off the floor, away from his ankles, out of range of his calves. Her pussy answered the call, glistening in the shadows of their bodies. Eager to be stretched out again, if only such a thing could be prepared for.

He repositioned himself. Moved her. Didn’t break the kiss. His erection slid through her thighs, and was now sitting at full mast behind her. She could feel it, bobbing against her spine. He was pressing against her from both sides. He was all around her. The smell of his enormous body in such a tight space was making her head swim. She could feel her closed eyes fluttering, but she didn’t pull away. Just gripped at his chest, gripped at his nipple. Like an animal, at first, no control, too much power. Then slower, gentler. His groan into her mouth told her she was on the right track.

And then…

Counter-change recipient inaccessible. New counter-change: Carmen

Mike tried to pull back a bit to read it properly, but his cock was still sandwiching Mia. She was shoved forward, nearly tripping and falling against his chest. He was on the backfoot, and tried to reach for something. There wasn’t really anything but bare walls.

CRASH!

The door slammed open and the two of them went tumbling to the ground. The towels fell off the rack, tying them both up as his cock slapped against her back like a hotdog.

“A-are you guys o-ok?”

Mike spat a towel out of his mouth, and Mia rolled off his chest. They looked at each other, and just began to laugh.

“We’re alright!” Mike called, chuckling through the words.

“It’s verrrrrry slippery in here,” Mia said, giggling and clenching her thighs up to her chest.

“Well watch out, I’m about to make it worse!” Carmen said, tapping her fingers on the closed door.

Mike rolled his eyes while Mia got up and dusted herself off. She also went about unbuttoning her shirt. Top to bottom. She shrugged it off, neatly folding it and setting it on the sink.

This was now the second time today he’d seen a fully naked woman. The freckles that adorned the rest of her skin were just as present here. Little constellations spread across her shoulders, end to end like chocolate sprinkles on a cream donut. Her breasts, as the shirt had implied, weren’t very big. Despite their size, they jiggled pleasantly on her ribs as she pulled the shirt off. Little ripples on the flesh.

Even standing up, her breasts looked like she was laying down. Each nipple pointed outwards, spreading them out wide as their perkiness pulled them up. Her very own little ski slopes. She hid them behind her arm, a bit of that shyness he’d expected from these women. Despite the fact he’d seen so much of her, despite the fact that he’d been inside of her.

“You don’t like them?”

She shook her head, “I don’t really… I always wanted cleavage. But uh, it hurts. To really force them together. They’re- I dunno.”

“Why?”

“It’s sexy. I wanted to be sexy.”

“I know a lot of men, and more than a few women, who’d give up their right arm for a girl with those freckles and that colour hair.”

“It’s cute sir, not sexy,” she said, a little bitterness clouding out her voice as she kept her eyes fixed on her folded shirt, “heard that my whole life.”

“It’s pretty sexy to me,” he said, reaching forward and letting two of fingers brush along her pussy.

She jumped, her head swinging back to him with blushing surprise. She opened her mouth, as if to offer some counter.

When a slave uses a product to clean themselves, they will get cleaner in whatever way the product is intended to do. This means they do not cause negative side effects, even if a slave’s skin should react badly. The cleanliness stacks linearly. The more is used and the more thoroughly it’s rubbed in, the cleaner that part of them becomes.

Or

All slaves produce drool that has cleaning properties. Smearing it on bodies is good, but it’s even more effective when it’s licked onto a person, especially other slaves. Their drool leaves a person fragrant, pristine, and in a healthy condition, especially their hair. Slaves drool a lot more.

“You’ll get a turn in here soon enough,” Mike said, chuckling again as he read it over.

“Yeah, but soon’s not now is it master,” Carmen said, as she watched the votes get tallied up.

4-2 in favour of the omni-soap.

“Ugh, you guys’re boooooring,” Carmen said, slapping a palm into the door, “Can I at least eat Afi out while we wait?”

“Knock yourself out,” Mike said, hearing the halfway point between a laugh and a moan from the other room.

Mike gestured to the shower, and Mia slid inside. The water began to splash, flowing down her body. His eyes were first drawn to the overhang of her tits in the flow, but shifted to her hips. When she stood straight beneath the showerhead it went sideways towards the wall, like she was a slide. If she noticed this, she made no effort to remark on it.

“I’ll admit, I’m a bit out of my element,” he said, leaning forward on the toilet bowl and resting his chin on his hands.

“I think you’re allowed to be, sir,” she said, flicking the shampoo bottle open, “you’re doing an admirable job so far though.”

“Well cheers Mia, that means a lot,” he said, offering a smile, “I’m just… I’m getting pulled in two different directions.”

“Only two?” she cocked an eyebrow.

“Surprising, I know,” he replied, scratching his chin, “I feel like there’s so many things I want to change. So much I want to do with y’all, so much I want to try. I’m getting paralysed under it all.”

“That… Yeah, that I’ve noticed,” she replied, sinking her soapy fingers into her hair, digging around against her scalp, “but that’s not the worst thing. The advice I always got when I felt overwhelmed was just to keep putting one foot in front of the other. You’re scattered, sir, but you’re still going forward.”

“Wise beyond your years,” he said, “but that’s the thing. I’m being pulled to act by that other thing. A desire to make you all happy.”

“Sir-”

“Which you all seem to be quite against me doing,” he said, a proper grin on his face that wasn’t reaching his eyes.

“You don’t need to earn or keep us sir. We’re not going anywhere,” she said, dunking her head in the water and letting the bubbles flow down her body, “well, I’m not.”

“Perhaps, but I’m worried you all have low standards,” he said, sitting back against the tank, “and I’m not going to lie, hearing about your past relationships, or lack thereof, didn’t make that go away.”

“Sir, with respect, that’s some horseshit,” she replied, pulling her head out of the spray to look at him, “You don’t- Well, sorry, you don’t know us that well yet.”

“Point.”

“Sir, are you scared?”

“Yeah,” he looked down at the tiles, “Yeah, I am.”

“Well hey, so am I.”

“Of me?”

“Fuck no- uh, sorry, no sir,” Mia shook her head, squeezing out some body wash, “I’m scared I’m gonna wake up back home in the same house as my shitty mum and have to go to work at my shitty job and that this was all some cruel joke about how I’ll never, ever, ever get what I want. How the closest I’ll ever get is all my bad, shitty, stupid bosses who don’t like or care about me bossing me around forever.”

Mike looked up again. She was turned away from him. Rubbing soap into her skin. Scratching it in, like she was trying to sand her freckles off.

“And I know. I can already tell what you’re gonna say sir. You’re gonna say ‘what makes you think I’m any better’. And yeah, I’m a little scared you won’t order me around, that you’ll just keep forgetting what I want, but y’know what?”

She twisted around, staring him straight in the eyes. Her hands came to a stop on her body. One around her waist, one across her collarbone

“I trust it. I trust you. I trust that paper. I trust that I’m being given what I need. I wasn’t kidding sir,” Mia said, turning fully towards him and dropping her arms to the side. Letting the steaming water cascade, “I’m not going anywhere. Because I know that just by being who you are, you’ll make us all happy.”

Mike’s mouth was hanging open, staring through the fogged glass. She turned away again, shaking her ass for him and getting another pump of soap. He ran a hand over his new cock, half hard. He rested his palm on it, letting the warmth of the thing seep out.

“You still remember why I brought you in here?”

“Yes sir.”

“Let’s get started.”

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