“LOL”. It was not the response M expected, and he felt a little angry at her lack of empathy underneath his embarrassment. Another text quickly followed, “was she pissed?”
M replied, “I don’t know, I couldn’t tell. I’m not even sure she noticed.”
“It was a yes or no question,” came the response. M was getting used to Charlie’s style of directly confronting M when he vacillated, but it still took him by surprise. He stopped, took a breath, and reconsidered the brief but humiliating exchange between himself and Ani. If she had noticed his erection and been angry about it, she definitely would have said something. Or at least, reacted more negatively.
M texted, “no”. More long moments passed before Charlie’s next text.
“Are you worried, or did you just want to tell me about it?” Charlie asked. Her questions always had a way of cutting through the bullshit, and forcing M to confront how he really felt and what he really wanted. He realized he probably didn’t have anything to worry about at work — men get unwanted erections all the time and women understand that, it was just an awkward moment, and M wasn’t being a creep about it. Ani had always been thoughtful and fair, and if she noticed it at all, she probably let it go.
So…what did M really want? M considered the question carefully before answering. “I needed to tell you,” he started, already knowing he would need to justify that answer. “I got hard because I realized I was submitting to my boss, and I felt guilty”. M felt afraid; he had no idea how Charlie would react to this. Still, it was the truth and he had to face whatever consequences Charlie deemed necessary.
She texted back, “don’t, this is good and I’m happy. I have to get back to work. Go to my apartment and clean it, the spare key is in a fake rock in the planter by the back door. I get off at eight. I’ll bring takeout, and we can talk about it then. Bye!”
M replied, “yes mistress, thank you”, before starting his car to drive to Charlie’s apartment. The drive was pleasantly quick; he had managed to beat rush hour as he typically did, and even managed to find a good parking spot by her apartment. Charlie had a corner apartment facing away from the street, and M walked casually around the corner and to the back door, hoping none of her neighbors would see him and assume he was trying to break in. Charlie’s apartment had a small patio; enough space for a deck chair, side table, and the planter which held the key holder.
M felt around inside the planter, found the fake rock, and opened it to retrieve her spare key. He unlocked the door, replacing the spare key, and stepped into her dark apartment shutting and locking the door behind him. Turning the light to her living room on, he saw her apartment was a slight mess; as busy as she had been this week, she clearly hadn’t time to tidy up.
There were a couple empty hard cider bottles and glasses on her coffee table, sorted mail still on the dining table, dishes in the sink, her previous night’s takeout on the kitchen counter, and the blankets and pillows on her couch were out of place. M walked into Charlie’s bathroom and saw it was an even bigger mess, with delicates hanging on the shower rod, towels on the floor, toiletries out of place on the sink, and her hamper full of scrubs and house clothes. Checking her bedroom, M found her bed hadn’t been made, a set of her bedclothes were on the floor, her dresser and vanity were as big a mess as everything else, and she’d thoughtlessly left her wand vibrator on her night stand.
M realized, that if he cleaned every countertop, did Charlie’s laundry, and vacuumed, even four hours would be cutting it close. With little time to spare, M stripped, folding and setting his clothing on one of Charlie’s dining chairs for lack of a better place, and started thinking about the best order to accomplish everything. He started by sorting her laundry, still smelling faintly of her which M enjoyed, and began the first round before cleaning her living room.
He picked up the trash, organized her coffee table and dining table, and put the dishes in the sink. He vacuumed, did her dishes, threw away the trash in her kitchen, and cleaned the countertops before putting the first round of laundry into the dryer and starting the second. He moved onto the bathroom, picking up the towels, organizing her sink and medicine cabinet, setting her delicates in the bedroom to sort and fold later, cleaning the sink, toilet, and bathtub. He finished the bathroom by mopping it and the kitchen floor at once, before emptying the dryer of the first laundry load, and throwing the second in it.
M went to the bedroom and was about to remove the bedsheets from the bed, when he noticed they smelled heavily of sweat. Charlie’s…and someone else’s. A heavier, masculine scent. The smell set M’s mind ablaze, full of the same emotions and feelings he experienced the week before, when she’d fucked Brian at the party. Weaker, because then he’d caught them in the act and now he realized he was seeing — and cleaning — the aftermath, but still there.
M wasn’t certain, however, until he peeked into the waste basket next to Charlie’s bed and saw it…a used condom laying atop its torn wrapper. It was one of those extra large condoms with a flared tip, perfect for uncircumcised men allowing the foreskin to glide inside it, and judging by how far it had been rolled out Charlie’s partner must have been very well-endowed. M grew slightly disgusted by himself, when he found himself looking closer to see whoever used it had quite the large load, judging from the volume of stale and yellowing fluid inside.
M had an impulse to pick the condom up and inspect it, but it was still a step too far for him, and he stood back up, shaking his head. At least he knew Charlie was being safe…or did she have her unknown sexual partner use the condom, intending him to find it when he cleaned her apartment? Did she plan for him to clean today at all, or was this a consequence of his texting her about Ani? If he hadn’t been ordered to clean her apartment, would he have known about this at all?
The achy tightness of M’s cage, and his week without orgasm, reasserted itself suddenly and strongly as his cock grew to its maximum hardness within it and begun to weep for lack of freedom. M’s humiliation and disgust with himself combined with his growing arousal left his throat dry and his head slightly spinning. A thick gobbet of clear precum oozed from within the cage and dripped onto M’s thigh, leaving a thick glistening strand, as he stood at the side of the bed reconstructing the events — fantasizing about them — that led to this mess.
But M didn’t have time to loiter, and he set to work changing the bedsheets on which Charlie fucked another man while continuing to think.
Whose cock was that condom on, Brian? No, M realized…Charlie has a birth control implant, her only risk is STI, and she gets tested regularly as part of her job. Since Brian is in the same field he probably gets tested regularly, too, so they have no reason to use protection — not that she would want it. M knew Charlie likes fucking Brian bare, and loves the feeling of his cum inside her. It had to be someone else…a hookup or new lover, maybe?