One Busy Lady 750 Words

This story was written for the

2025 Literotica 750 Word Challenge.

Below this line are exactly 750 words:

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NEXT!!!

" is the call from the back room, in a clearly feminine voice.

A naked young man stumbles out of the doorway into the crowded waiting area, obviously dazed, his crotch and stomach a mess from something smeary and sticky. Probably his own ejaculate, but that's a guess.

The attendant seated at the front desk directs him to another room, which from the sounds emanating has to be a shower area.

"I don't know how she does it," can be heard from the shower room, a weary comment from the hapless fellow to another probably toweling off from his own cleanup.

"Yeah. My second this evening. You might watch your step. It's all over the floor."

"

I'll get it in a moment!

" the attendant promises. She's obviously serving as receptionist

and

janitor.

Click... Ding!

'34' has just flipped-over on the numeric display over the reception desk.

"How about

you

, babe?" another naked male asks as he wags his erection at her after rising from a seat in the waiting area. He hands her the number stub.

"No. Not my job. Cash, card, or ApplePay?"

The comely young woman is apparently also the cashier. She's naked just like everybody else, a petite thing with modest breasts, and if she stood up, one would certainly appreciate her subtle, girlish figure.

"Card."

A payment card appears in his hand and he gives it to the receptionist.

"Very good," she says. "That'll be a $68.24 credit to your account."

"Let me get this straight... so you pay

me?

"

She giggles, "You've forgotten where you are already?"

"Oh. Yeah.

That

."

"That's okay, Mr. Jennings. Many of our newer arrivals try to forget the circumstances that brought them here."

"How do you know my name? It's not on the card."

"I know everybody's name. Comes with the job."

"What's your name?"

"Just call me Peters. She's ready for you. Door #5."

He scans the waiting room and in doing so is somewhat startled in the realization that the large crowd of naked men all seem to be in their twenties -- slender, and attractive. Several are even on the buff side.

Spotting the designated door, he steps somewhat gingerly to it, not completely sure of what to expect. In being directed to the center, he was advised it was good, very good, and he was welcome to avail himself of the services they offer at any time, day or night. He was also told they never close.

He pushes the door open, as it was slightly ajar.

"Hi," greets a naked cutie, her countenance all but glowing in her welcome. She extends her hand for a soft touch.

"Gosh. You look an awful lot like my first real girlfriend."

"I hear that a lot. Yes, Mary Elizabeth. I am so sorry you two were never able to hookup before she and her father moved away. She loved you, too."

"Thank you. And how do you know this?"

She chuckles, "Oh, you'll get used to it. Come. The bed awaits."

"What is your name?"

"You can call me 'Mary'."

"Coincidence?"

"If you wish it to be, yes. Please..."

"Mary" gently takes his hand to lead him to the bed. She encourages him to sit and then recline into the mattress.

"Oh, gosh. This bed is

so wonderful!

Heavenly!"

She stifles a laugh as she positions herself on the bed to cuddle and embrace, softly caressing his side. She offers a kiss. It is accepted. Oddly, the buss seems familiar and comfortable, and he reflexively kisses back. This is no stranger to him, or a least it feels that way.

"Are you doing okay?" she asks.

"I just met you, yet you feel so familiar. Are we going to...?"

"Yes we are. Shall I lead?"

"That would be nice. I don't want to do anything to offend."

"Don't worry, you won't. I know what's comfortable for you, and the many things you like when taking a woman. We'll start with you on your back."

Mary settles into cowgirl position with Conrad, her increasingly energetic coitus drawing his thrusting in return.

As they roll into missionary, he asks, "Ohmygosh, you are so wonderful. How much time am I allowed with you?"

"All the time in the world. Until you are done and satisfied, and not before."

"Cuddle time, too?"

"Absolutely. I would welcome that."

"Would it be possible to see you again?"

"Of course! As often as you would like."

"Gosh, Mary. This has to be Heaven."

"Conrad? Because it is."

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