"Just kill me now," I thought as I dragged my aching feet to the supply cart and hung up my duster. It was the end of my first week at Corporate Cleanup and I was wrecked. I had no aspirations of being a janitor, believe me, but as an actress it's tough to find good paying night jobs. I needed my days free to go on auditions. You're probably wondering why wasn't waitressing like every other actor out there. Tried it. Hated it. Got fired for dumping a plate of food on some jerk. Sorry, but I do not take crap from anybody for any reason.
Dusting windows and scrubbing toilets in downtown Los Angeles would be paying the bills for now. Urinals were disgusting, but being forced to clean up stinky pee had definitely lit a fire under my butt. I was desperate for acting jobs and would take auditions for just about anything. My agent knew that, which is why I couldn't hate her too much for sending me out on some of the suckiest jobs. I'd rather not be a spokesmodel for "ribbed for her pleasure" condoms, thank you very much. Speaking of which, the only call back I'd gotten this month had been from a pair of adult film producers. Now there's a career every little girl dreams of. Porn star! I rolled my eyes.
Not that there's anything wrong with adult films. I watched them from time to time myself. And I loved sex. I really did. I just wasn't sure I'd be comfortable doing it with strange men in front of a camera crew, not to mention allowing the entire world to watch. Although I had been pretty shocked when I walked into that studio and saw the sexy posters on the wall, I remained calm and gave a great interview.
Feeling blindsided, I had stormed into my agent's office that afternoon and screamed, "Do I have a sign on my back that says PROSTITUTE?" She had calmed me down and tried to explain that Femmerotica Studios was well respected in the industry. Some big name talents had even expressed interest in appearing in their films. Crazy, but true. Actually, the producers had been very professional as they explained what they were looking for. It's not like they asked me to strip and give them blowjobs. They were cute, though. I wouldn't have minded too much.
"Goodnight, Angel," one of the janitors crooned as he passed by me a little too closely.
Paul. He creeped me out big time, and not just because I had caught him staring at my ass a few times. I nodded at him just to be friendly. I still needed to work with the sleaze. For now, anyway.
"Hey, it's Friday night, baby! You want to go out for a drink to celebrate your first week? I'll make it worth your while." He wiggled his dark eyebrows at me.
I shuddered. Did he have some delusion about an attraction between us? Ick. "Sorry, Paul. I'm really wiped out and I have an early audition tomorrow," I lied.
He grabbed his crotch and said, "Your loss." I turned away and fought to keep down my dinner. What a pig!
I glanced up and caught the word SAUNA on the wall. The fitness center boasted other amenities too, but that was all I could see. My body tingled at the thought of lying naked in a steaming hot room while all my troubles oozed out of my pores. Being so late at night, it was probably closed, but I figured what the hell.
I hung back and watched the rest of my crew walk out of the building before trying the door. I was surprised to find it open. "Hello? Anybody in here?" I was greeted by silence. Sweet silence! I grabbed a few towels from the pile by the empty reception area and followed the signs to my destination.
I peeked inside the sauna and was relieved to find it empty. It was still hot. Wasn't it dangerous to leave this room active when there was nobody watching over the place? I would have to make sure it was turned off when I left.
Peeling off my clothes in the dry heat, I immediately felt my muscles begin to relax. This was going to be so good. I laid a towel on one of the benches then wrapped the second one around my body in case somebody did show up. The third towel I used as a pillow. It felt like heaven just to be off my feet. I closed my eyes and wiped at the beads of sweat already forming on my face.
It didn't take long before I felt throbbing between my legs, making me long for my vibrator. I stretched out like a cat and practically purred, suddenly feeling very sexy. I wondered if maybe I should give adult films a try. The pay was amazing, that's for sure. All I had to do was let strange men put their hands all over me and in me. I imagined myself lying naked at the mercy of those strange men.
I was naked and tied spread-eagle to a big round bed. "Let me go, I beg of you!" A group of men in black masks and cloaks filed into the room. They didn't listen to me, but crowded around murmuring softly and licking their lips. One of the men pulled out a riding crop and stroked it down my belly to rest between my thighs. He turned it around so the blunt end teased my opening, penetrating slightly. A masked man on either side of me leaned down to suckle on my nipples. I could only arch my body and impaled myself on the riding crop. The men laughed menacingly.
Oh, yeah, ravish me you creepy old men! I let the towel fall open as I slid my own hands down along my sensitized skin, slipping two of my small fingers inside. I pumped slowly in and out, while using my other hand to alternately pinch my nipples. The throbbing increased and I was getting hornier by the second. I arched and pumped against my own hand, searching for my orgasm. Where the hell was it?
"Oh god, somebody fuck me, please!" I moaned dramatically, trying not to giggle. After all, it would be an acting job. I'd have to give an Oscar-worthy performance, make everyone watching believe that I was in the throes of passion. That really wasn't hard to do at the moment. The heat was making me delirious. I pumped faster and harder. I was so close.
I was gasping and moaning, completely enjoying myself when I felt the air shift. I froze. Shit! Somebody else was in here with me. When did they come in? Was it a man or a woman? Had they heard me making those stupid sex noises?
I jerked my hands away from my body and pulled the towel closed as I bolted upright. I scrunched my face and peeked out one eye. I tried not to burst out laughing at the sight before me. Three men stood there gaping at me with their mouths hanging open. They all wore the same shocked expression, but each one couldn't be more different. The first was sex on a stick: athletic, handsome with short dark hair. The second was Conan the Barbarian: big muscles, square jaw, with long blonde hair. The third one looked like an accountant: fiftyish, glasses and slightly balding.
In addition to their wide eyes and mouths, each was sporting a growing bulge beneath his towel. I clutched my own towel to my chest, trying not to stare.
"Are you supposed to be in here, miss?" Sex-on-a-stick finally asked. Even his voice was panty-melting (that is if I had been wearing any). It was so refined, like British royalty or something. I tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come.
"You know what, Alec? I don't think she does belong in here. Maybe we should call Security."
The barbarian, obviously Alec's bodyguard, stepped forward and I frantically shook my head. How embarrassing would it be to be arrested for masturbating in a public place?
Alec stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "No, Biff, I don't think that will be necessary."
Biff? How appropriate, I thought. Alec looked me over, obviously undressing me with his eyes. I gulped. "Let her stay. There's plenty of room for all of us. We can just have our meeting in the conference room."