Young Maid
It was a day like any other, or so Mike thought. Having thrown his morning DEA tails, Mike drove to the Vamonos Pest headquarters. Though he had parked three blocks away, he entered through the garage and walked into the main office where he saw something unexpected.
“About damn time,” Jesse mumbled, turning around.
Mike dropped his bag of cash on the floor. His jaw almost hit the floor. Jesse was standing in the middle of the office wearing an extremely short maid-outfit. It was black and white with all the proper frills and the top was cut into the outline of breasts though Jesse had none. Mike was shocked by how appealing this look was to him. Jesse was staring at him with wide blue eyes.
“Mike,” he breathed, backing towards the wall. “You…got here kinda early.”
“Yeah,” Mike said, still stunned. They stood in silence for a moment, until Mike started to regain his senses. “Kid, what in the Hell are you doing?”
“Mr. White,” Jesse said, blushing and looking down. “I mean, I’m not doing Mr. White right now! Not that I would! It’s just…I lost a bet and he…this is what he wanted so.”
“Oh,” Mike breathed, still in awe.
“This is stupid!” Jesse declared, speed-walking to the garage. “I’m going home!”
“Kid, wait!” Mike said, grabbing his wrist.
Jesse stopped immediately at his touch and glanced at him.
“It’s not stupid. You look-“
“Ridiculous?”
“Sexy,” Mike said, quietly serious but still in awe.
Jesse gave him a doubtful look, but as the moment passed he seemed to realize that Mike meant it. He began to awkwardly shuffle his feet.
“You think?”
“Yeah…I do,” Mike said, stepping forward, bringing their faces close.
“Mike…” Jesse whispered, but didn’t turn away.
Mike put his hands on Jesse’s waist, just above the frilly little skirt. The fabric felt rough, cheap, but Mike knew what was wrapped beneath it was valuable, priceless even. Mike walked Jesse back until the Kid was pressed against the wall beside a filing cabinet. He leaned forward and Jesse closed his eyes, but Mike went for the softness of his neck.
“Mike,” Jesse moaned quietly, squirming a little beneath him. “Mr. White’ll be here soon.”
“Well, we’d better be quick about it then.”
Mike’s hand touched Jesse’s leg and slid up to his thigh, pausing to see if Jesse would protest, but he didn’t. He slid higher, glad to feel the soft sleekness of Jesse’s skin, then his ass and…
“Jesse, are you wearing a thong?” Mike asked with a slight chuckle.
“Yeah,” Jesse replied, embarrassed. “He uh…wanted the whole package.”
And easy access, Mike guessed.
“Where’s the lube?” Mike asked.
“It’s in the third drawer, beneath the contracts.”
Mike pulled away briefly to retrieve it, then he was back pressing hard against Jesse. He moved to lube his fingers.
“You don’t have to,” Jesse said, looking down. “Mr. White wanted me to be…ready.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah.”
Mike couldn’t say he was disappointed. He started to lube his cock.
“Ahhh, Jesse. You in that outfit…” Mike moaned. “You’re beautiful, Kid.”
Jesse gave a soft moan and kissed Mike’s lips. Mike finished lubing his cock and lifted one of Jesse’s legs, wrapping it around his back before moving the thong aside again. He pressed against Jesse's entrance.
“Mike please,” Jesse whined, breath hot against Mike’s neck.
“I’m here, Kid. Here it comes.”
He pushed in, feeling Jesse shake and gasp against him. It was a tight fit as always, but Jesse had stretched and was relaxed enough that it didn’t take long for Mike to get all the way in. Jesse’s fingers were on his back, gripping tight.
“How’s that feel, Jesse?”
“Good! So good! Mike, move! Please!” Jesse begged.
Mike didn’t need to be told twice and started to pull out and thrust back in slowly, angling around until he found Jesse’s prostate gland. Mike was glad that the office empty because they were having a hard time keeping quiet. Jesse was moaning from deep in his chest and Mike was breathing hard. This position was easier when he was younger, but he wasn’t with Jesse back then. Jesse’s standing leg was starting to shake and Mike realized that he’d have to lift that one too. He reached down and lifted it up, letting Jesse wrap it around.
“Faster! Harder, Mike! I can take it!”
Mike grinned, and picked up his pace. After all, Walter could walk in any minute and find them like this. For some reason, that made Mike happier. He thrust harder. The sounds Jesse was making might as well have been a song. It was so good to Mike’s ears, hearing Jesse make those sounds for him.
Jesse was nearing his edge. Mike could feel him hard against his belly. Mike reached a hand down and moved the tight thong so Jesse’s cock could breath. He gave it a good tug and Jesse came hard against Mike’s button-up shirt. Mike reached his hand back up to Jesse’s side. He was close too, just seconds away and he kissed Jesse with all his heart before spilling into him hard and fast.
They leaned heavily against the wall. Jesse’s legs slowly uncurled from Mike’s back and Mike let him down easy so his feet touched the ground. They heard a car pull into the garage and scrambled apart. Mike went to the water cooler and started to clean his shirt off. Jesse adjusted his thong and skirt.
Walter entered and gave Jesse a sexy smirk.
“Well, look at you,” he said lowly, licking his lips.
“Hello, Walter.”
Walter turned, noticing Mike for the first time.
“Mike…what are you doing here?”
“You want to get paid today, I assume?”
Walter worked his jaw, unable to say ‘no’ but obviously displeased at Mike’s presence.
“Alright,” he sighed. “Let’s get on with it.”
“About damn time,” Jesse mumbled, turning around.
Mike dropped his bag of cash on the floor. His jaw almost hit the floor. Jesse was standing in the middle of the office wearing an extremely short maid-outfit. It was black and white with all the proper frills and the top was cut into the outline of breasts though Jesse had none. Mike was shocked by how appealing this look was to him. Jesse was staring at him with wide blue eyes.
“Mike,” he breathed, backing towards the wall. “You…got here kinda early.”
“Yeah,” Mike said, still stunned. They stood in silence for a moment, until Mike started to regain his senses. “Kid, what in the Hell are you doing?”
“Mr. White,” Jesse said, blushing and looking down. “I mean, I’m not doing Mr. White right now! Not that I would! It’s just…I lost a bet and he…this is what he wanted so.”
“Oh,” Mike breathed, still in awe.
“This is stupid!” Jesse declared, speed-walking to the garage. “I’m going home!”
“Kid, wait!” Mike said, grabbing his wrist.
Jesse stopped immediately at his touch and glanced at him.
“It’s not stupid. You look-“
“Ridiculous?”
“Sexy,” Mike said, quietly serious but still in awe.
Jesse gave him a doubtful look, but as the moment passed he seemed to realize that Mike meant it. He began to awkwardly shuffle his feet.
“You think?”
“Yeah…I do,” Mike said, stepping forward, bringing their faces close.
“Mike…” Jesse whispered, but didn’t turn away.
Mike put his hands on Jesse’s waist, just above the frilly little skirt. The fabric felt rough, cheap, but Mike knew what was wrapped beneath it was valuable, priceless even. Mike walked Jesse back until the Kid was pressed against the wall beside a filing cabinet. He leaned forward and Jesse closed his eyes, but Mike went for the softness of his neck.
“Mike,” Jesse moaned quietly, squirming a little beneath him. “Mr. White’ll be here soon.”
“Well, we’d better be quick about it then.”
Mike’s hand touched Jesse’s leg and slid up to his thigh, pausing to see if Jesse would protest, but he didn’t. He slid higher, glad to feel the soft sleekness of Jesse’s skin, then his ass and…
“Jesse, are you wearing a thong?” Mike asked with a slight chuckle.
“Yeah,” Jesse replied, embarrassed. “He uh…wanted the whole package.”
And easy access, Mike guessed.
“Where’s the lube?” Mike asked.
“It’s in the third drawer, beneath the contracts.”
Mike pulled away briefly to retrieve it, then he was back pressing hard against Jesse. He moved to lube his fingers.
“You don’t have to,” Jesse said, looking down. “Mr. White wanted me to be…ready.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah.”
Mike couldn’t say he was disappointed. He started to lube his cock.
“Ahhh, Jesse. You in that outfit…” Mike moaned. “You’re beautiful, Kid.”
Jesse gave a soft moan and kissed Mike’s lips. Mike finished lubing his cock and lifted one of Jesse’s legs, wrapping it around his back before moving the thong aside again. He pressed against Jesse's entrance.
“Mike please,” Jesse whined, breath hot against Mike’s neck.
“I’m here, Kid. Here it comes.”
He pushed in, feeling Jesse shake and gasp against him. It was a tight fit as always, but Jesse had stretched and was relaxed enough that it didn’t take long for Mike to get all the way in. Jesse’s fingers were on his back, gripping tight.
“How’s that feel, Jesse?”
“Good! So good! Mike, move! Please!” Jesse begged.
Mike didn’t need to be told twice and started to pull out and thrust back in slowly, angling around until he found Jesse’s prostate gland. Mike was glad that the office empty because they were having a hard time keeping quiet. Jesse was moaning from deep in his chest and Mike was breathing hard. This position was easier when he was younger, but he wasn’t with Jesse back then. Jesse’s standing leg was starting to shake and Mike realized that he’d have to lift that one too. He reached down and lifted it up, letting Jesse wrap it around.
“Faster! Harder, Mike! I can take it!”
Mike grinned, and picked up his pace. After all, Walter could walk in any minute and find them like this. For some reason, that made Mike happier. He thrust harder. The sounds Jesse was making might as well have been a song. It was so good to Mike’s ears, hearing Jesse make those sounds for him.
Jesse was nearing his edge. Mike could feel him hard against his belly. Mike reached a hand down and moved the tight thong so Jesse’s cock could breath. He gave it a good tug and Jesse came hard against Mike’s button-up shirt. Mike reached his hand back up to Jesse’s side. He was close too, just seconds away and he kissed Jesse with all his heart before spilling into him hard and fast.
They leaned heavily against the wall. Jesse’s legs slowly uncurled from Mike’s back and Mike let him down easy so his feet touched the ground. They heard a car pull into the garage and scrambled apart. Mike went to the water cooler and started to clean his shirt off. Jesse adjusted his thong and skirt.
Walter entered and gave Jesse a sexy smirk.
“Well, look at you,” he said lowly, licking his lips.
“Hello, Walter.”
Walter turned, noticing Mike for the first time.
“Mike…what are you doing here?”
“You want to get paid today, I assume?”
Walter worked his jaw, unable to say ‘no’ but obviously displeased at Mike’s presence.
“Alright,” he sighed. “Let’s get on with it.”