Wash up

I set the figurine down on my desk in the one finished room in the basement and turn back to the door.

"Hey! Where you going stud? I thought we were going to have some fun!" I pause to stare at the figurine. "Come on! You warmed me up and didn't finish me! What kind of person teases a girl like that? You even left me naked, naughty boy."

"But... what... I didn't mean... umm naughty..." I splutter.

"Don't you want to see me naked? Mmm, naughty boys are the best." Her tiny voice took on a slightly sultry tone. "Are you a naughty boy?"

My brain locked up a bit as this tiny figurine seemed to be flirting with me. If those words came from a person I would think they wanted sex with me. "Umm, uhhhhh. I'm going to go wash my hands." I turned to the door again.

"Wait! Take me with you!" She practically pleaded with me. "You have no idea how lonely it was being stuck for so long." I pause looking at her. "I am also a dirty, dirty girl. Can you give me a hot bath and rub me off."