~Part Three~
Shelby woke up a couple hours later. She was on her side and she was warm and comfortable - it felt like she was in a bed. But it felt different than the bed she was used to in her stepdad's trailer. It was softer, and more plush. And it was much wider. She opened her eyes. Where the hell was she?
She was in a bedroom with large furniture. She could see a clock on a night stand that said 5:27pm. The bedroom was strangely dark. Blackout curtains?
Something behind her brushed her hair off of her shoulder and she froze. She felt two soft kisses on the back of her neck. "Are you finally awake, baby?" Nancy asked.
Shelby scrambled off of the bed, bumped into the window, and almost got tangled up in the curtains. Something was wrong. She looked down. Topless? She was topless?! What the? She brought her hands up to cover her naked breasts. Her ass felt cold too, and she reached behind to feel. Her cheeks were out in the open. She didn't own any thongs! Where had it come from?
Her eyes darted frantically around the room. There was a bed. A huge bed. A California king? In the middle of the bed was Nancy in a pair of white lacy panties and a white tank top.
They stared at each other for a couple seconds.
"What the fuck is going on?" Shelby said.
"You were in bed with me," Nancy said simply.
"Yeah, but why?"
"Because that's where I wanted you to be," Nancy said.
Shelby nodded, then shook her head, because none of it made any damned sense. "I have to pee. Bad," Shelby blurted out.
"Bathroom's that way," Nancy motioned with her thumb.
Shelby nodded once, then, still holding her breasts, walked herself with her back always to the wall, around the room. Nancy's eyes followed her. She passed the door to the bedroom and on the other side of the bed, she came to an en-suite. She turned on the light and shut the door, but couldn't get the lock to work. She tried for a few seconds.
"There's no lock," Nancy finally said from the other side.
"Fuck," Shelby said. "Of course there isn't."
She used the bathroom anyway then looked at herself in the mirror. "What the hell is going on?" She said out loud to herself. "Why was I in bed with my freaking boss?" She whispered.
She ran her fingers through her strawberry blonde hair and froze as her memory from earlier in the afternoon came back to her. She suddenly remembered an exam table and a perverted doctor. Oh, god! What had happened to her this afternoon? "Had Nancy actually...had she...had she had her mouth on me?!" Shelby whispered. Shelby blinked as she stared at herself. Hard. She also remembered Nancy's fingers inside of her. She cringed.
She physically jumped when she heard Nancy's voice coming from just outside the door. "I'm going to order us some dinner. What sounds good?"
"Oh, gee, I don't know, surf and turf?" Shelby yelled out angrily.
"Really? Okay. I'll get some too."
Shelby felt...dirty. All over. She needed a shower. She looked around. Where the hell was she? A hotel? The bathroom was as white as a hospital room. There was no phone in the bathroom, unfortunately, but there were two sets of extremely fluffy white bath towels and two equally fluffy white bathrobes hanging on the back of the bathroom door.
Walking around, Her bare feet felt warm. Was the white tile floor heated? Two toothbrushes sat in different cups, each one next to its own sink. Hand lotions and hand soaps Shelby had never heard of were arranged in threes on the white countertop.
The bathtub was huge and deep. It definitely could fit two people. To the side was a shower, and Shelby stepped out of her thong and climbed inside. It was set up so that two people could shower at the same time.
But looking around, she quickly became confused. "What the fuck?" She said. "I want to take a shower, not launch the fucking space shuttle," she mumbled. The shower was a confusing mix of buttons and shower heads that shot in all different directions. You couldn't even turn it on unless you knew what temperature you wanted. "Hot. I want it hot. The fuck?!" She said, pushing buttons and adjusting showerheads.
Finally lukewarm water shot out at her at belly level.
"Goddamnit!" She roared.
"Can...can I help you?"
"Yikes!" She squealed. Suddenly there was Nancy standing just outside the clear shower door, looking in at her. Shelby edged her body into the corner of the shower, trying to get as far away from the other woman as she possibly could, one arm covering her breasts and her other hand hiding the apex of her thighs.
Nancy reached her hand in and touched a few buttons and the water stopped. "Is 100 degrees okay?"
Shelby shrugged, never taking her eyes off of Nancy. She felt like a cornered animal.
Seconds later water came out of a regular-looking shower head at a speed that was neither too soft nor too hard. The temperature seemed okay too.
"This button toggles the water speed. This button here toggles the temperature. Okay?"
"Sure. Okay," Shelby said.
"Your stuff is all on the right. Shower poof, toothbrush, everything." Nancy said. "Mine is on the left."
When Nancy left the bathroom, Shelby quickly dipped her head in the falling water. She reached up for the shampoo and found some expensive, froo-froo, rosemary mint shampoo and its matching conditioner. "What, no Suave?" She said, giggling hysterically.
She skipped a shave since she had already done that before her job interview...and also because there were no razors to be seen. She concentrated on just getting and feeling clean.
She washed and washed her pussy, trying to get the memory of Nancy's mouth off of her body. Cleaning her body was easy, she realized. It was cleaning her mind that wouldn't happen so quickly.
If ever.
She soon emerged from the shower and wrapped herself in the white towels' fluffy luxury. She used one towel for her body, and one twisted up for her head. She dried off, then grabbed the white robe on the right and tossed the used towels over the edge of the bathtub.
There was leave-in spray conditioner in "her" drawer, and various different sizes of combs. She chose a wide toothed one and combed her hair out as well as she could, the act making her anger rise within her. Skipping the hairdryer that was attached to the wall, she scrunched some mousse into her hair that she found inside one of Nancy's drawers.
"This place is a fucking nightmare," she said. She grabbed the toothbrush on the left and looked at it. It was an expensive electric setup that was something she would never have splurged on for herself. She made a face, then swirled the fancy toothbrush all around the inside of the toilet bowl. Then, after she put the toothbrush back, she burst from the bathroom ready to give Nancy a piece of her mind.
But she stopped dead in her tracks.
"What the...hell?"
Nancy sat at the kitchen table with the identical meal set at the empty seat across from her. The plates each had a beautiful stuffed lobster tail on them with a nice attractive cut of steak.
"I wasn't sure what dressing you liked for your salad so I got several different kinds," Nancy said. Indeed, beside Shelby's salad were several different tiny plastic containers of different dressings.
