She examined herself in the mirror. She wasn't sure if she liked it or not. It was probably one of those things that she would have to get used to.
She heard the front door open and close. Dave was home earlier than she thought he would be.
"Clarissa, you here?" he called out.
"In the bathroom, babe."
She cleaned up the sink, throwing all the trash into the garbage. She was washing her hands when there was a small knock on the door. A second later Dave entered.
"Hey—" he started, then stopped. She looked at him, and he had a stunned look on his face.
"Do you like it?" she asked nervously. She pulled a strand of hair out in front of her face and looked at it cross-eyed.
"Wow," Dave murmured.
She looked at him, trying to figure out whether he liked it or not. Her eyes happened to travel down and she was shocked to find he had the beginnings of a throbbing hard-on.
"You look amazing, Clarissa," he said a little breathlessly.
"I can see that you like it," she replied, looking pointedly at his erection.
"Yeah—I've always had a thing for blondes," he admitted.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked.
"'Cause I thought you'd think I was typical—a lot of guys like blondes."
"Yeah, I probably would." Clarissa told him.
He was still staring at her head of bleach blond curls.
"You look amazing," he repeated. He came and stood behind her in front of the mirror. He put his hands on her hips, squeezing gently.
She studied the two of them in the mirror. Her blond hair definitely contrasted with his dark straight hair. Luckily, Clarissa had been born with light hazel eyes that made it possible to change from a brunette to a blonde without looking funny. God, Dave's eyes were the brightest green. She could never get over how clear they were.
Suddenly, Dave grinned and pushed against her. The bulge in his pants lined up perfectly between her butt cheeks. Clarissa was only wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of Dave's boxers. With his hard cock throbbing against her backside, she felt a wetness between her legs.
"What are you thinking?" she asked him, having some idea of the kind of dirty thoughts that were running through his head.
His grin deepened. "I'm thinking," he started, running a finger up her side, light enough not to tickle, but hard enough to give her goosebumps, "that you look like a naughty cleaning maid, and that her boss has caught her running around in his clothes." He said this seductively, but there was a bit of hesitation in it as well.
Clarissa wasn't always a big fan of role-play and Dave knew this. She knew that she would probably be questioning him later on about his attraction to blondes. However, with his hardness pressing so adamantly against her butt and her nipples hardening with expectation, she felt rather adventurous. She decided to go along with it.
"Sir, I'm very sorry. It was so hot out today that I couldn't bear to wear my uniform any longer. I'm very sorry sir."
"Jennifer, I expected a better performance out of you. I'm gravely disappointed in you. I'm going to have to punish you."
She feigned shock and fear.
"Please sir—don't punish me. I need this job. I promise it won't happen again!" She squirmed around to face him. His bulge pushed between her lips. Her breath caught in her throat and she squeezed the edge of the sink. Hard.
Dave was starting to pant. He pushed up against her, his dress pants tented with his throbbing hard-on. There was a small dark stain at the tip of it.
His expression hardened but his eyes twinkled the way they did when they were making out.
