As the cab rounded the corner and stopped in front of Nulmara International hotel, Olivia shifted uncomfortably in the back seat. In the kitchen of the sushi restaurant, she had not quite managed to rinse out all of the wasabi out from between her legs. She could feel some residual green past between the folds of her labia. It burned and irritated her sensitive flesh.
Her denim cutoff shorts and croptop laid rumpled across Luke's lap. Seeing as how he had no cash on him and the taxi did not accept credit cards, he had needed to come up with an unconventional way to pay for their transportation back to their hotel. Luke had asked the taxi driver in Vulmonian if he would drive them for free if Olivia remained nude the entire time. The cabbie had enthusiastically agreed.
As the taxi pulled up to the curb, Luke handed Olivia her skimpy garments. However, before she could get dressed, Luke put a hand on her forearm to stop her. "Olivia, aren't you forgetting something?"
Olivia looked at him, puzzled.
"This man just drove us back to our hotel free of charge. Don't you think he deserves a tip?"
Luke then spoke to the driver in Vulmonian. The cabbie turned around to face the back seat, grinning at the scared naked girl. He reached down, grabbed her knees and pried her legs apart. Olivia clutched her clothes to her chest, dreading what he might do next. The taxi driver then began stroking her nether lips, murmuring something in Vulmonian, which Olivia could not decipher.
The driver's finger tip made contact with Olivia's clit and she let out a surprised squeak. He smiled as he slid his middle finger into her moist sheath.
Again, he spoke in a low voice in Vulmonian and Luke replied. Then Luke turned to Olivia and said, "He wants to know if all American girls get turned on by having strangers finger their pussies. I told him that you are a very special girl ... with a very special pussy."
The driver withdrew his middle digit from Olivia. The tip of his finger stroked Olivia's Gspot as he pulled it out. Olivia let out a long exhale.
The driver reached into his pocket, pulled out a business card and handed it to Luke. Luke looked down at the name and phone number printed on the small white square. "Looks like we'll be getting more free rides for the next two days," Luke said brightly as he pocketed the card.
Olivia dressed as quickly as she could and they exited the cab. The cabbie rolled down his window and called out, "See you soon," in a thick Vulmonian accent. He then rolled his window back up and sped away.
As Olivia and Luke entered his hotel suite, Olivia could not wait to take another shower. The wasabi in her crotch was driving her insane. She was desperate to wash it out. Even if it meant having Luke "supervise" her.
"Sir, may I please take another shower?" Olivia timidly asked.
"Olivia, do you really think that's necessary? You already took a shower earlier this evening," Luke pointed out.
"But I didn't get all of the wasabi out of my ... I couldn't get it all out before we left the restaurant," Olivia explained as she looked down at the white carpet, her face turning pink.
Luke let out a heavy sigh. "Fine," he said dismissively. "If you must. Then he held out his hand to take her clothes from her. "You can get undressed here."
Olivia removed her clothing and handed it over. She stood naked in the middle of the living room awaiting his approval for her to head to the bathroom.
However, before Luke could give his permission, there was a knock at the door. "Olivia, go get that, would you?" Luke casually instructed.
Olivia cringed slightly, but obeyed without hesitation. She grabbed the door knob and braced herself to have her unclothed body viewed by whoever was on the other side. As she slowly opened the door, she should not have been surprised to see the grinning face of the bellhop.
"Good evening, Miss Williams!" he chirped. "I am here to assist in rewarding you with an orgasm," he announced. "Or to help Mr. Pounding punish you," he said a little more seriously. "But I hope it's the former."
"I'm afraid it's the latter," Luke informed the bellhop as he walked over and stood directly behind Olivia. "It turns out Miss Williams' ability to perform her oral obligations falls a little short of satisfactory," he explained solemnly as he placed his hands on Olivia's hips from behind. "Isn't that right, Olivia?" he said in a husky voice in her ear.
Olivia inhaled sharply at uninvited touch on her hips and the warm breath in her ear. "Yes, Sir," she replied.
"I'm afraid no orgasms for you. At least not tonight," Luke shook his head disapprovingly as one of his hands wandered from her hip to her pubic mound. His fingers sought out her sensitive little bud and found their target. Olivia shivered. She could not help but moan as he stroked her.
Suddenly the door across the hallway opened. A man with a thick black mustache stood at the threshold of his hotel suite. He gazed across the hall at the sight in front of him. He looked over the shoulder of the bellhop at the stark naked girl being fingered by the burly middle-aged man.
"You! You're the American girl from the news," he said in English with a slight Eastern European accent.
"Ahhh ..." was the only response Olivia could muster as Luke's fingertip swirled around the head of her little kernel.
"Weren't you convicted of public nudity?" the mustached man said narrowing his eyes.
"Uh ..." Olivia grunted.
"What on earth are you doing standing naked in the doorway of your hotel room?" he demanded to know.
"I ... I ... Ohhh ..." Olivia panted as Luke continued his ministrations.
"Haven't you gotten into enough trouble? Are you trying to get arrested again?" The man with the black mustache glared at her.
"No! I ... I ... Sir, please ..." Olivia moaned as Luke increased the pace of his stroking.
"American whore," the man across the hallway spat out. He took one last disgusted look at her before turning away and walking to the elevators.
"Sir, please ... stop!" Olivia pleaded.
"Alright, let's get you inside and into the shower," Luke relented, pulling his hands away from her hip and her engorged nub.
Before Olivia could leave the living room, Luke turned to the bellhop and said, "Why don't you watch her while she showers?"
The bellhop looked puzzled. "I'm sorry Mr. Pounding, but why do you need me to watch the young lady as she showers?"
"As you know, Olivia is not allowed to orgasm tonight. She has not yet earned that privilege. She'll have to work much harder to earn that reward." Luke shot Olivia a chastising look before continuing. "If she showers alone, she'll no doubt begin masturbating uncontrollably. I mean, you see how easily she gets aroused."
"Yes, Mr. Pounding. You are certainly right about that," the bellhop eagerly concurred. Olivia's blushed furiously as she looked down.
"So you see, she must be supervised while she showers. If she's left unattended, she'll probably end up rubbing her dirty little pussy against the shower tiles. Or humping the side of the bathtub," Luke theorized.
The bellhop could not help but laugh at the mental image of Olivia rubbing up against various surfaces in the bathroom, trying to bring herself to climax, like an dog in heat.
"And don't forget about the detachable shower head," the bellhop sniggered. "It has five different settings."
"All designed to tease and please, no doubt," Luke chuckled.
Unfortunately, Olivia did not find the imagined scenario of her relentlessly trying to pleasure herself as amusing. She crossed her arms over her chest and glowered at the two men.
"Well, I think Olivia's eager to wash her pussy. So why don't the two of you head to the bathroom," Luke suggested. "I'll start setting up for Olivia's punishment."
"Why does she want to wash her pussy?" the bellhop asked.
"Oh Olivia, the messy girl! During dinner, she ended up getting wasabi all over her cunt," Luke said vaguely.
"What?" The bellhop looked shocked. Then he turned to Olivia. "How on earth did you get wasabi all over your cunt? Doesn't that burn?"
Olivia was so angry, she could have punched someone.
"It's a long story," Luke said. "I'll tell you all about it later. But right now, Olivia really needs to clean out her twat. Why don't you escort her to the bathroom?"
"My pleasure," the bellhop enthused as he took the disgruntled nude teenager by her arm and led to through the bedroom and into bathroom.
The bell hop turned on the rain showerhead, checking to make sure the water was a comfortable temperature. "Get in, Miss Williams." He gestured with his arms in a gentlemanly manner.
Olivia got in under the warm spray. Then the bellhop grabbed the other showerhead, the detachable one that hung on the wall.
"So like I said, this has five different settings. I know you aren't allowed to cum tonight. But you do need your pussy washed out. I think this will be easiest," he reasoned, turning on the second showerhead. A strong steady stream of water was emitted. The bellhop directed the flow of water at Olivia's groin.
"OOOH!" Olivia blurted out as the liquid hit her privates. "Oh my god!"
"Feels good, doesn't it?" the bellhop smiled.
"Ah ..." Olivia sighed as she closed her eyes.
After a few moment, the bellhpop said, "Let's try this setting." He shifted the metal ring around the showerhead in a counter clockwise direction. It made a clicking sound. Suddenly the flow of water ceased to be a steady stream and instead began coming out in hard spurts.
"Oh!" Olivia gasped in surprise as the water was shot out against her crotch at a steady rhythm.
