TUESDAY
Waking up in a different bedroom every day was not really helping Layla's disillusion at what had occurred over the last few days. Had she really been invited into the home of Selena Grande, the world's most famous porn star, allowed to strut around her house nude, their dicks wagging together like eager puppy tails? Had she really fucked her in her own bed? Had their coitus really been just as two friends-with-benefits and not in the production of porn, no cameraman or craft service table in sight? Had she really fucked her just to fuck her?
Layla was alone again. As deep as her knowledge of porn stars went, never had Layla learned that Selena was such an early riser. Nevertheless, it did seem to match her professional and thoughtful attitude about every part of her life. Layla wanted to check the time, but could not find her phone. She'd been walking around completely naked since about seven o'clock last night. This was probably the longest she'd gone without touching her phone in years.
Layla worked her way to the edge of the bed. She looked down. Her cock was as hard as a bundle of pencils tied with string. It throbbed angrily, with the resentful attitude of someone you'd promised to pick up at the airport and then didn't. She wasn't just hard; her cock was demanding an explanation for the lack of release.
She left the bed and walked into the en suite bathroom. She inched the water from pleasantly warm to the very edge of what could be called 'cold.' She stood with arms apart, letting the cooler water pound against her cock. Never had she ever had to 'calm herself' with a cold shower before. Whacking it every night before bed for a cavalcade of jizz-hungry perverts had that advantage, at least.
Gradually, under the cold and unremitting torrent, Layla's cock softened and shrunk like a boulder eroded by a million years of water tricking against its surface. Of course, her condition was only temporary, until the first time she thought about Selena's huge cock, or that great ass. Dammit, Layla had gotten herself hard again.
As she bathed, watching the suds twirl down the drain... the thought occurred to her of something else white running down the drain. In truth, last night was the closest Layla had ever come to masturbating in the shower. Layla had never once masturbated to ejaculation in a shower. It was not only because she was sure she'd somehow be caught, even when living alone. Much more importantly... there was no porn in the shower.
Her thoughts sufficiently chaste enough to grow soft again, Layla finished her shower. She dried herself off with the towels, scattering her hair wetly against her back, no hair dryer to be found in this bathroom. She dried her hair the old-fashioned way.
She was about to wrap the towel around herself before catching a glance of herself in the mirror. Her thin, lean body, cock hanging from it like a third leg. What was the point of wearing the towel? Selena had seen everything already. Getting dressed would be to pretend she had anything to hide, or that she wasn't entirely comfortable in this house.
Layla left the towel behind. She wouldn't even wrap her hair in it. She would air-dry eventually... unless Selena could not resist her bold new technique, in which case... then they'd both definitely be wet. Layla strutted towards the kitchen, wondering if she could find a box of cereal, or if that wasn't Selena's style.
As she turned the corner, so did someone else, and they stood face-to-face at the same moment.
The black dress with poofy shoulders, the white apron, the lacy headpiece and thigh-high stocking and garter, the curly red-orange hair... it definitely wasn't Selena. It was the maid.
Layla gasped loudly and slapped her hands over her crotch. Evidently, she still had something to hide. But after a whole day of abstinence, her cock would not be denied. It grew stiff very quickly, like a modeling balloon being inflated. It obtained its fully erect size in a few seconds, and Layla's hands proved too small to hide it, the head popping out between her hands like a bird hatching from an egg.
Unsure what else to do, Layla spun in place and faced the wall, mooning the maid. To her left, she saw Selena emerge from the same corner Layla had passed earlier. Like Layla, Selena was completely naked. Unlike her, Selena was flaccid.
"Morning, Layla." Selena said. "What's wrong?" She saw the maid standing there, grinning at Layla. "Oh, yes. This is Merri. She's my maid. I told you she comes Tuesdays. Merri, this is my friend Layla."
"You... eh..." Merri said with difficulty, through a very thick French accent. "You don't need to be... shy. My country... topless beaches... everywhere."
"What are you doing, Merri?" Selena asked.
"Aww, you couldn't play along for one minute?" Merri moaned in a perfect American accent, probably that of a local Californian.
Layla turned around, holding her arms together to try to hide her erection. Her face was still as red as marinara. "I didn't realize you'd be here so early."
"It's ten o'clock." Selena said. "You sleep a lot."
"Sorry, I'm lazy." Layla shrugged.
"I'm not judging. All I said was you sleep a lot. I sleep less, but I also abuse amphetamines and diet pills."
"What?!" Layla shouted. She considered herself a repository of Selena Grande trivia, and that one had escaped her somehow.
"I'm kidding, Layla. Relax."
"Can I just say..." Merri raised a finger, and pointed it at Layla's covered groin. "Are all you futa hung like rhinos? Because damn."
"See, I told you." Selena reassured Layla. "You've got nothing to be embarrassed about."
Taking her advice, Selena moved her hands away from her crotch. Merri stared unabashedly at Layla's pulsing member. Layla resisted covering it again; after all, being seen naked by strangers was her full-time job.
"Nope." Layla said, blushing as hard as ever. "It's still embarrassing."
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After a quick breakfast consisting of another very nice omelet made by Selena, she asked if Layla wouldn't mind helping Merri with her cleaning duties for the morning. Layla agreed, leaving Selena to whatever business she had. Layla continued to walk around nude, having never been given express permission to get dressed. Most of the embarrassment had left her; her cheeks could only burn bright for so long before she adjusted to this. Her erection remained unfazed.
Merri walked a route through the different bedrooms and bathrooms of the house, picking up wet bath towels and clothing in a hamper under her arm. Some of the clothes went over her opposite shoulder. Layla offered to carry those, and Merri passed them to her, draping them over her the same way, contrasting her nudity like the sling Michaelangelo's David's had over his shoulder.
Of course... hers was bigger. It was probably bigger even considering the seventeen-foot height of the classical masterpiece.
Layla saw four of seven bedrooms that were still actually bedrooms. Two of them they'd slept in before, and two were entirely new to her. They were distinct in that they all had different colored sheets, but they all incorporated the king-sized bed, two nightstands with lamps atop them and remarkably... no television.
When they came to the bedroom where Selena and Layla had 'relations' on their first night... Layla tried to hustle the sheets into a bundle without showing the stain she'd thoughtlessly let sit for a few days. Underneath, there was a stain on the mattress cover, nearly the same size. Merri removed the cover, making no comment on it, but checking to see if the stain had seeped through to the mattress. It didn't seem so.
Now, Layla wondered why Merri wasn't surprised to see come in Selena's bed. Did anyone outside the industry know she didn't orgasm unless she was filming? As far as Layla knew, she never filmed in her own house, either. She surely would have recognized the house if she had.
