The daughter of a client

Although your plan had been to play a prank on your Momma or the other staff, you were not prepared to be faced with a complete stranger. Your purple eyes met her grey-blue gaze and watched almost in slow-motion as they widened in shock.

Her face turned bright red to match her hair, which was tied up in an elaborate bun held in place by an expensive looking hair-clip. The hands hanging by her side tensed and tightened into a ball as she nervously scrunched up her pale blue dress. Surprisingly though, her eyes never left yours, despite being completely aware of your naked state in her peripheral vision.

Although not going according to your original plan, you decide not to panic and push onwards. Keeping your voice level, as though this was completely normal, you put a hand on your hip and give her a questioning look. “I’m sorry, are you lost? I don’t think I recognise you from the staff and this floor is meant to be off limits to clients.”

The girl’s foot shifts back and forth, but she never looks down. She inhales before replying, “Um, your Mother said that I should come up here to w-wait with you. My Father has a b-business meeting with h-her, so I couldn’t s-stay with him.”

Holding back a laugh, you intentionally give the girl a look-over, as if assessing her. This made the girl squirm even more as she no longer had anything to lock on to while looking at you. While she thought you weren't paying attention, her vision wandered over your exposed body, glancing first at your perky breasts and then at your clean-shaven pussy. By the time your attention had returned to her face, her eyes were once again fixed on yours, although her cheeks were now an even deeper shade of red.

Flashing the girl a gentle smile, trying to assure her that everything was fine. Your heart is pumping fast, but the rush of adrenaline is amazing! “Ok, that’s fine with me! Momma’s “meetings” often take an hour or two, so we have plenty of time. Come on in. What’s your name by the way?”

“E-Eryn Galahan. Daughter of Cyd Galahan. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” Seemingly out of habit, she dropped into a curtsy, but this brought her directly in line with your breasts. She panicked and tried to awkwardly crane her next to look back up at your face. This only served to throw off her balance and she had to awkwardly catch herself on the wall to avoid falling to the ground.

You could no longer hold in your giggles. The girl looked truly mortified now. Reaching out, you grab her hand and feel her jump at the contact. Gently, you guide her towards your room, turning sideways in the door, so as to hold it open for her. She has to pass right next to you to enter. Seemingly holding her breath, Eryn moves past you, the fabric of her sleeves catching slightly on your still enlarged nipples.

She nervously walks through your bedroom, looking around at all your things before sitting on the foot of your bed and staring down at the carpet. She seems to be genuinely confused and worried about what’s going on.