Lustful Revulsion (wlw)

Chapter 41- Beg.

Red walks in. The doorbell rings, signalling to all the workers that there's someone new here, whoever it is, no one knows.

Until all the workers look up and past the customers, from the ones who are standing up and ordering to the ones who are sitting and waiting for their orders to be to served to them.

Red stayed standing, completely frozen and not knowing what to do next, whether she should just wait here until someone comes and saves her or whether she should make her way to the front and ask someone for help. She hadn't really thought this part through as much as she had the rest of it.

As she's stood waiting, a waiter bumps into her and nearly spills the coffee on her tray, "Watch it." The girl hisses, glaring at Red before pushing past her and serving the elder couple at their own booth.

Before Red can even find herself responding, whether it's anger or her crumbling in anxiety at the entire situation, Aunt Carrie is wrapping her hand around Red's shaking wrist.

Red's head turns down to see Aunt Carrie in her wheelchair, dressed formally and her face bright in apparent excitement, "Hello." Red greets but Aunt Carrie doesn't start with any small talk or anything, she simply guides Red to the office where the interviews take place, and that's when Red realises that Aunt Carrie is who will be interviewing her.

Later..

I feel like I'm drowning- Two Feet

Layla found herself bored without being accompanied, so she tidied and cleaned her room as the nerves rose at how this interview must be for Red right now.

Eventually, she decided to get in the shower. Which is where she currently is, the music dimmed out in the background, as soap runs down her spine and through her legs. Her eyes shut as she uses a loofa to massage the body wash into her legs, she starts to slowly rub her inner thighs, feeling a swarm of butterflies at the idea of Red's hot hands burning just there.

Layla starts to slowly rub her own clit, imagining Red's larger hands inserting themselves in her send her back to hit the tiled walls with her spine arched and her head back, imagining Red's mouth and hands all over her, taking complete control over every inch of Layla, and Layla taking it all.

Layla finds herself start to let little moans out, that turn into louder cries of desperation when her fingers enter herself, but she still finds herself completely unable to come unless Red is the one touching her. After desperate attempts, Layla takes her fingers out of herself, sighing in dissapointment before she washed the rest of the conditioner and body wash off herself.

She steps out of the shower, wrapping herself in a towel after drying her hair with another towel slightly so her loose hair doesn't go dripping all over the floors before she unlocks the bathroom door to find Red sitting opposite her on Layla's bed, her expression smug and her legs spread with her head hanging to the side and her tongue poking out the inside of her cheek.

"You look a bit red there." Red comments as the smirk on her face grows bigger, she leans forward allowing her arms to hang in between her already spread legs as her dark eyes carefully gaze down Layla's flushed expression.

Layla shakes her head, taking a deep breath in of embarrassment, "Well, I did just come out of the shower, and it was hot." Layla responds, crossing her arms over her chest as though she's standing her ground. The shower was pretty cold.

Red's eyebrows jump in sync as she pushes herself off the edge of the bed, "Mhm.. You do look very hot.. And tired." Red slides her hands in her pockets as she intently traces her hungry eyes down Layla's body.

Layla immediately makes her way to the closet, fearing that if she held herself in the same spot she would never be able to move again, "I am." She strictly responds with her back turned to Red, who keeps her eyes intently glued onto her.