Page 142 of Mayhem and Minnie

“Now?” I ask.

“Of course now!” She chuckles. “Come, the bathroom is over there,” she says as she grabs my arm and steers me toward the men’s bathroom.

I didn’t think my fantasies would come to life so quickly, but damn…

My excitement increases with every second as I picture Minnie’s small hands wrapped around my dick as she tries to take care of it. But then, the picture morphs into her on her knees, those pouty lips of hers parted over the tip of my cock…

Fucking hell.

At this rate, I won’t make it to the bathroom. The mere idea of my cock in her mouth has me close to coming already.

In fact, I’m so lost to lust that I forget about wanting to question her further about her brother or her identity. All I can think about is my impending release. And the fact that she looks so fucking hot in that dress.

I picture what she looked like naked.

I was a fool for telling her she should keep her clothes on. She wouldn’t have objected to working naked around the house.

Back then, unacceptable.

Now? It would be heaven.

I mentally berate myself for my previous uptightness—not that I’ve shed much of it, and only when it concerns Minnie.

We reach the bathroom, and I’m happy to see it’s single use. I’ll make sure to put paper towels on the ground so Minnie won’t sully her knees or her dress.

Normally, I’d question the cleanliness of a random bathroom and I’d never see myself setting foot inside it.

But this will be an exception.

I might have nightmares about it and I might over-scrub my skin tonight in the shower, but a little pain is nothing compared to the bliss that awaits me.

I open the door to the bathroom and motion for Minnie to go in first. I do my best to not seem overly eager, but it is what it is.

We’re boyfriend and girlfriend at this point, no?

“Why won’t you go in?” She frowns.

“You go first,” I mention. Can’t she see I’m being a gentleman? Does she have any idea how hard it is to remember to be gentlemanly when your dick is about to go off?

Her frown deepens.

She stares at me, then at the bathroom, then back at me.

“You…” She swallows, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. “You want me inside? To help you…”

I nod. Why is she suddenly playing coy? It was her idea.

She balances herself from one foot to another.

She doesn’t seem so sure anymore.

Before I can ask her to clarify, she shoves me inside the bathroom and closes the door.

“Pervert,” she squeaks, then giggles as she runs away.

I can hear her heels clicking against the floor at a very high speed.

I stare at the bathroom mirror, confused.

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