Chapter 10 What A Wicked Smile

• I took the opportunity to text Cass, to see how the hotel work was going. No answer. I guess she was busy. About five minutes later, when I walked back with a new hose, I finally got a message. I regret opening it in public. I had to hide in an alley to let my immediate erection subside. It was an upskirt photo of Cass in a black maid's uniform. No, it was not one of those ridiculous uniforms from porn, it was a regular work one. But Cass had lifted the skirt up a bit, revealing the bottom of her ass. Though not really, because where her ass was, was also the text "Anyone in need of a maid?" and a sad emoji.
• I texted back some very complimentary words for her.
• Later when I got back home, both Cass and I were beaten, so we watched some shit Kevin Costner movie, more or less sleeping through the rest of the evening.