“You owe me a show,” Millie said after she led Bill into her room. Having made sure no one saw them go in, she locked the door behind them and had Bill sit down.
Besides the folding chairs, there was furniture now, one full sofa and two matching chairs, all of it big, broad and neatly upholstered.
Bill made himself comfortable in the armchair Millie showed him to.
“My boss put this here just recently,” Millie said. “They re-did some rooms upstairs so she took it. She said we might as well be comfortable.”
Bill didn’t say anything. He bounced in the chair as if testing it and settled himself deep into it.
“Plush, right?” Millie said. “She stays over sometimes. If they don’t have a room or it’s really last-minute, she can sleep here.”
“I could fall asleep right now,” Bill said.
“My boss will protect us you know.”
“Why?
“Why you think?”
“I’m only here a few weeks. How would I know?”
“It goes way high up.”
“What does?”
“What do you think? It.”
“And it is…?”
“Fooling around, stupid.”
“How high?” Bill asked.
“How high is up?” Millie stood right in front of Bill, right before him. “And it goes in all directions too.”
“Why am I not surprised?” Bill said. “Who?”
“It’s like spy stuff. I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.”
“I want to know everything,” Bill said.
“You owe me a show,” Millie said. “Time to give it up.”
Before Bill could do anything, before he even attempted to or made any pretense to do so, Millie lifted her dress. Bill saw that she was completely naked underneath and she was by no means shy about letting him see her, front and back, everywhere and everything. She turned. She bent over. She spread. She teased. She touched herself everywhere.
Bill couldn’t help being a young man at the top of his man-game. He couldn’t help getting so roused that he could have wet himself. It took all his will power to hold himself back.
As he watched her, it dawned on him that Millie liked showing off, that maybe she was an exhibitionist.
“You like giving shows, don’t you?” he asked.
“Only for you.”
“That for real?”
“What you mean?”
“I mean is that the truth?”
“You inspire me,” Millie said. “I like showing myself to you. I like you seeing me. Don’t you like it?”
“Sure I do.”
“Good,” Millie said. She let the uniform dress fall into place then unbuttoned it top to bottom so it stood completely open. “I’ve never done it before,” she said, “give shows, I mean.”
She moved forward and did her best to straddle him in the big chair. She offered him her breasts to do with as he would, but she led the way for what she wanted by moving them close as she could get to his mouth.”
Bill did what any man would have done. As he tended to the breasts, he reached his hand between her legs and let his fingers find the places he wanted to touch. Those thoughts he’d walked away with earlier in the morning came back to him, orneriness, mischievousness.
“What if your boss comes in?” Bill asked. “She must have a key.”
“Course she does,” Millie said. “Truth? If she came in and found us like this, she’d probably sit down and watch and then maybe play with herself or join in with us to get played with.”
“You think?”
“I know,” Millie said. “I know it for sure.”
“How you know?”
“If I wasn’t a hundred percent sure, I wouldn’t be doing this, not here, not like this. Believe me.”
Bill’s fingers found all her places they wanted to find. While they did, Millie opened his fly and set him free. She fixed it so she had her own show going on while he touched her.
