Devil's Girl(18)

“I’m just gonna check my messages,” he said, pulling out his phone. “Go ahead and get undressed.” He sat on the room’s uncomfortable wooden chair and brought his phone to his ear. I stripped as he watched, his attention split between me and whatever he was listening to. I removed my shirt first and cupped my bare tits for him, but he only nodded and indicated that I should go on. I pulled off my skirt and panties and posed against the bed, back arched, ass up in the air, giving him just a glimpse of the pink at the apex of my thighs. That got his attention a little better - his eyes darkened, and he tilted his chin at me and said “Lie down. Almost done here.”

I sat up against the pillows at the head of the bed. Still intent on distracting him from his important business, I bent my legs at the knees and spread them open. Then I let a hand lazily trail down to my pussy, grazing my lips with a light touch. I felt a slight burning sensation. Should’ve washed my hands, I thought as I wiped my fingers against the blankets. Then I dove back in with a firmer touch, stroking deeper between my sensitive folds, seeking the growing wetness as I anticipated the rest of the evening’s activities. Jester liked to have me toy with his asshole while we fucked - though heaven forbid I ever put any words to the act - and sometimes would finger mine in return. It felt deliciously dirty, and thinking about it brought forth a wave of fluids.

But something was wrong. That slight burn very quickly became a fire. I pulled my hand away, but it was too late. “Oh, my God,” I mumbled, looking down at myself. Nothing seemed amiss - I was a little red, but there was no visible dirt or anything.

And then the fire became an inferno. “Oh my God. OH MY GOD.” I fanned myself as a high-pitched shriek tore from my throat. The pain took my breath away.

Jester dropped his phone. “What the fuck? What’s wrong?”

“It BURNS!”

He backed away as if it was contagious. “I’m gonna get Nella.”

I barely heard him. I scrambled to my feet and ran for the bathroom. “Fuck fuck fuck!” It was like fucking napalm. It just kept getting worse. I leapt into the bathtub, turned on the water, and positioned myself beneath the faucet so the stream ran directly against my burning pussy. I shrieked again. The water did nothing at all to help. I’d even swear it was making it worse, spreading it everywhere.

Nella materialized in the bathroom. She looked down at me in my compromising position with her mouth wide open and shook her head in shock. “Jesus, Ivy. Did you catch something?”

I wailed, “No! It started when I touched myself! Do something!” Someone laughed behind her, then another, deeper chuckled. Dawn and Irish hovered over her shoulders. “Get the fuck out of here!” I screamed at them.

Nella elbowed Irish. “Get some milk, fast.” He took off running.

Dawn was still laughing. “What did you do?” Nella asked her.

“Oh, God, Ivy, you should see your face. Got jalapeno juice on my hands, and-” she dissolved in another fit of giggles.

“If you two don’t cut this shit out, you’re both getting the boot!” Nella shouted as Irish returned. She turned off the water and, lifting the gallon jug, poured milk directly against my pussy. It didn’t stop the burning but it cooled me down at least a little. She sighed. “Would you two get out? Who’s manning the bar?” Irish muttered under his breath as he left, his shoulders still shaking with chuckles. Dawn followed soon after, but not before I flipped her the bird. She only grinned.

“I’m serious,” Nella said once they were gone. “This rivalry has to stop.” She poured another quick splash on me.

I relaxed my head back in the tub and breathed through the pain - it was much more manageable now. “Girl doesn’t know her place.”

“You think there were no young girls coming in and taking over the room when I was your age?” Nella shook her head. “It’s the natural progression of things. She’ll move on eventually and you’ll have run of the place. But it’ll happen again, with another girl, and then another.” She poured one more cooling splash of white liquid on me, then handed me a towel. I used it to wipe the sweat from my forehead. “You ought to start thinking about making yourself useful in other ways, like me. I did a little schooling, and now I run some of the books and do some hiring at the bar…”

“I don’t want to be here forever,” I said, my voice small.

“Then start making other plans. Nothing’s sadder than a girl who talks about leaving and then never does. I should know. I was one of them.”