Wet revenge By Kimberley Chase
He stood
transfixed. The tile floor made every word, every shriek of laughter echo. The humid air
from the steam bath seeped through the rest of the locker room, making him dizzy.
Or maybe it was the
sight of those women - all those women. Half-dressed, wrapped in towels, dripping wet,
laughing, playfully touching each other as they walked to their lockers à
He could only see
the women who passed in front of the little hole in the wall of the utility closet. He had
worked at the health club as a janitor for a full week before he discovered the hole.
"Mitch, they's
a little surprise in that south closet," the former janitor had told him. "I
can't tell you what it is, but it's something that will make your pecker harder than that
broom handle.
Heh heh heh."
Then he had wiped
his nose with a dust rag, scratched his balls, and shuffled away to retirement, leaving
Mitch to take his place.
Mitch had searched that closet the first day, but didn't know what he was looking for. Then, one day, he noticed a little shaft of light coming from behind one of the boxes against the wall. The peephole. He brought an old bucket to use as a stool and began his daily ritual, perching on the bucket in the darkness, stroking his cock thoughtfully and watching for glimpses of bare ass, swinging breasts, dripping womanhood in its many forms.
Sometimes, he just
watched the floor through that little hole, for the parade of women's .
On those days, it took all his self-control to keep from trying to thrust his cock, which
was indeed broom-handle hard, through the little peep hole, stretching toward his fantasy
date
One night, he saw
something strange through the peephole. A tall brunette woman with tiny, hard breasts had
been standing naked in front of the sink, and then had walked slowly toward the wall,
behind which Mitch sat panting. Mitch thought he recognized her as Marie, the
nutritionist. Suddenly she turned around, and put her hands on her knees, pointing her
dark brown anus right at the hole. She wiggled her fanny a few times, then actually backed
up, until her ass was pressed against the hole, blocking his view.
Mitch blinked
several times. He could smell her through the peephole, a just-showered but still musky
scent. What in the world was she doing? His heart pounded as he realized he could at that
moment put his finger through the hole and be pushing right into that tight, sweet
puckered opening à.
The sudden flash of
light made him gasp. A woman stood in the closet doorway, her face distorted with anger.
Lisette, the physical fitness consultant. Tall, strong and sleek, her long auburn hair
pulled back in a ponytail, an elegant racehorse of a woman. If not for the soft curve of
her breasts, which made his groin ache, she would seem almost too powerful for him to
imagine as a partner. But those breasts and those pale pink lips had been part of his
fantasies since the job began. The red hair was natural, too. He had seen her coming from
the shower many times.
"Stand
up," she said in a cold voice, although her face was as red as her hair now. Mitch
was gripped by fear. Although he worked at a health club, the only exercise he'd had in
months was wanking in the closet, popping beer tabs and moving his right hand on the Play
Station controls. He realized that, if she wanted to, Lisette could really hurt him.
Behind Lisette, the
brunette appeared, now wearing a terry cloth robe that covered, but did not conceal, her
tiny, flat breasts and round ass. "See, Lisette? That's what I thought. The first
time I saw that hole in the wall, I figured some creep was using it to take a peek at
us."
"I said stand
UP," Lisette said, now towering over him. "What is your name?"
"It's
Mitch," he said, trying to smile. "I was just cleaning up in here."
"We know what
you were doing," she said, her green eyes sparkling with anger. Or maybe it was
excitement. "How long have you been watching the naked lady show?"
"I was just
stacking these boxes ..." he stammered.
"Stacking
boxes with your cock in your hand?" she asked, kicking over the metal bucket that had
been his front-row seat. "I'm calling the cops, Mitch."
"No,
wait." It was the brunette, laying a hand on Lisette's shoulder. Lisette seemed to
like this. She waited a half-minute before she turned to face the other woman.
"What is it,
Marie? You want him to apologize for ogling you?"
"No,"
Marie said. She stood thinking for a minute, as Mitch watched the water from her wet hair
drip down her shoulder, following its curve down onto her breast before being absorbed
into the terry cloth of her robe. "I just think we can handle this ourselves."
"What do you
mean?" Lisette asked, raising one eyebrow. A little edge of intrigue was evident in
her voice.
"I mean, if
the police haul him off, he still won't understand the seriousness of what he did to us,
as women."
Lisette was openly
delighted at the "us, as women" remark. "Well, what do you think should be
done to him?"
"Please,"
Mitch said. "Anything but the cops. I don't want to end up in jail for this. I've à
been in a little trouble before."
Marie smiled a
scary smile. "I think the punishment should fit the crime. I want him to know what it
feels like to be naked and stared at like a piece of meat."
Lisette nodded.
"Honey, you're the one whose orifice he was gazing into. He's all yours. Let me know
if I can help."
Marie now walked
over to Mitch and, one hand firmly on each shoulder, shoved him down onto a low stack of
boxed toilet paper. It was the first time she had looked him in the eye, the first time
she had spoken directly to him. Marie was rather beautiful, he noted, his cock beginning
to twitch of its own accord. "Mitch?" she said, her voice almost tender. "I
want you to take off all your clothes."
He replied with a
nervous laugh. Her stare told him she wasn't kidding. His eyes darted past her to where
Lisette's toned body stood like a brick blockade in front of the door. He listened for the
sounds of the last few women in the locker room talking as they zipped up gym bags and
started toward the door. It was closing time.
"Take them
off, Mitch. Right now."
He untied his
shoes, pulled off his socks, pulled his tee-shirt over his head, and gingerly scooted his
shorts down over his ass. The women continued to stare at him, and he looked down,
secretly glancing at Marie's long, thin with the perfectly trimmed
nails, each like a little pink sea shell. With great reluctance, he slid down his briefs,
sitting back, shivering on the cardboard boxes. The cardboard felt scratchy and damp under
his bare butt.
"Now stand up
and walk around for us a little," she said, offering her hand to help him stand up.
Her hand was warm, her fingernails very long and very red. He willed his cock to remain
silent, despite her touch.
Mitch walked
awkwardly to the door and back, knowing they were watching his cock and ass, his nipples
hardening in the cool locker room air.
"Do it
again," Marie urged, chuckling at his nervous gestures.
Lisette's smile was
more sympathetic. "How does it feel, having us look at you while you're completely
naked and vulnerable?"
"I hate
it," he said. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I looked at the women."
"Now,
Mitch," Marie said, touching his arm as he walked past. Her soft voice and soft hands
were driving him crazy. "Listen, honey, when I'm talking to you, I want you to look
me in the eyes. Not gape at my ."
Mitch looked up at
her. It was hard to read from her eyes whether she was crazy, or pissed off, or just
having some fun with him. It was unsettling.
"You seem to
be very interested in women's hygiene, Mitch," she said. Lisette smirked. "You
like to see women nice and clean, don't you?
Mitch nodded,
involuntarily thinking of the women coming from the showers wrapped in towels, dripping
wet, their clean pink padding across the damp tile à
"I'm going to
give you the treat of your lifetime, honey," she said. "I don't think the shower
I just took got me clean enough. I'm going to let YOU be my shower tonight."
She turned her back
to him and began to lift up the lower edge of her robe. There it was again, the dark anus
he had been watching when this nightmare began. "I want you to check and see if my
ass is completely clean."
He glanced at her,
and said, "Yes, it looks fine."
"Oh, you can't
tell that way, babe," she said. "Taste it with your tongue. Push your tongue up
inside and make sure it's really, really clean."
Lisette was
grinning from the other end of the room, enjoying look of fear on Mitch's face as he
leaned forward, eyes closed, and began to lick the length of Marie's crack.
Marie stood still
for only a moment, then began gyrating her ass in front of him and smashing it against his
face. "Go in deep," she said. "Make sure I'm very clean." As he licked
with more enthusiasm, she sighed and stroked her clit with one long finger.
"Are you sure
he's not just enjoying that?" Lisette asked. Her voice was almost tender now. God, he
had never realized how beautiful and warm her voice was, as rich as that amber red hair à
Marie lifted her
glistening finger from her pussy and pressed it against her own lips. "Shhhh,"
she giggled. "Don't worry, he'll pay for his sins."
"Now I want
you to clean my , Mitch," Marie said.
Mitch got down on
his hands and knees, trembling at being allowed to touch his tongue to her beautiful .
He licked methodically from the ankles down to the toes, stopping to suck between each toe
until his tongue touched the dirty concrete. Her were soaked clean and smelled
of chlorine from the pool, the skin wrinkled from standing barefoot in the shower.
Periodically, she raised her and pushed it against his face,
almost knocking him off balance, as Lisette chuckled.
"Oh Marie,
honey, he's loving this too much," Lisette said, shoving the toe of one of her
basketball shoes against his erect purple cock. "Your clean little tootsies are no
challenge. When he's done with you, I wonder how he'd like to try these?" Lisette had
taken a seat on the boxes and was removing her size 10 shoes, untying the thick white
laces and slipping them off to reveal white cotton socks damp with sweat.
"I ran for two
miles today, before aerobics," she said. "And I'm ashamed to say this, but these
are the same socks I wore yesterday. I just haven't had time to do laundry."
Marie wrinkled her
nose as the sour scent of Lisette's socks filled the small closet. "There, Mitch,
that will be a challenge for you," she said.
Lisette kicked him
lightly on the cock, then on the cheek, with one bare, redolent .
"Clean them up thoroughly," she said, settling back as the kneeling, naked man
began to suck her toes. Lisette's smelled so strong he could
hardly breathe. But he liked the way Marie watched him perform his cleaning duties on
them. He liked that a lot.
He liked the way
Marie came to stand behind him, and the way she lifted her ,
still damp with his saliva, and traced the crack of his ass with her big toe, even
prodding gently at his anus. He could feel the polished nail bite into the tender skin
there. He was hard and throbbing now. He felt ready to explode.
Lisette's
were vinegary and warm in his mouth, and he found himself looking for new spots to lick to
keep that taste on his tongue. The idea of cleaning her strong, Amazon
became more and more exciting. He lifted one hand to caress her instep as he tenderly
sucked her big toe, then lapped along the inside of her ankle from heel to toe.
Meanwhile, Marie
was amusing herself by lifting his balls up with the top of her ,
then letting them drop again and again. He noticed that Lisette had pulled the crotch of
her gym shorts to the side. When he glanced up, he could see her curly auburn hairs,
glistening with moisture just a few away. More than anything he
wanted to trace the inside of one pale thigh with his tongue, and bury his face in that
moisture.
Lisette noticed
that he had stopped cleaning her and was staring at her crotch.
She wiggled one finger tantalizingly against her thigh, and then beckoned him with it,
unsmiling. He hesitated. She reached down and cupped one hand over each of his ears,
pulling him forward until his nose was right at her crotch.
"Yes, I'm
going to need you to clean me there, too," she said, exchanging a grin with a
wide-eyed Marie.
Mitch gingerly
pressed his lips against her and sucked in the droplets of moisture, then began long, long
strokes with his tongue, beginning as far down as he could reach, right where her bottom
met the cardboard box, right where her knuckles brushed his cheek as she held aside the
crotch of her panties. He pushed his tongue in, but kept it soft, sweeping upward between
the lips, and over the hard knot at the top.
"Again,"
she said sternly, and he complied. "Again." Marie watched in fascination, her
mouth open a little, as her friend began to writhe and buck under Mitch's mouth. Lisette
came twice, leaning back on her elbows on the boxes. Mitch was afraid to stop, until Marie
tapped him on the back.
Marie backed up to
him and leaned over, motioning for him to begin cleaning again. But this time she wanted
him to lick her all the way from her tight, puckered anus to the top of her womanhood and
the tiny, soft knob there. After three complete circuits, she had her orgasm, accompanied
by a strange little squeak.
At the sound of
that squeak, he could no longer control himself. Without touching himself, he began to
explode. Mitch groaned, squirting wildly. He could hear it hit
the cardboard boxes on which Lisette sat. And when she shoved him away, he could see to
his dismay, that some of it had also landed on Lisette's .
And even a drop of two on Marie's ankle.
Mitch lay on his
side, naked on the cold, gritty concrete floor, inches from a splat of his own ,
panting, wondering if they were done playing with him.
"You're going
to lick that up, Mitch. And then, I think we're going to let you go home," Lisette
said. "But you may have some added job duties from now on." She winked at Marie.
Lisette settled her
on the length of Mitch's softening cock and pressed it down to the floor, softly at first,
then with increasing pressure, until Mitch gasped in pain. Then she wiped one toe across
his cheek, depositing a drop of his there, like a strange kiss.
Quiet Marie only
smiled.