Chapter 4: Climax
Closing her eyes, Alexa slinked onto the bed, letting out a low sigh of contentment as her arms fell to her side, palms upwards, fingers splayed—a perfect picture of surrendered relaxation.
With each slow breath, she felt the corners of her mind unfurl, brushing away the grit of the world outside. But alas, the peace was fleeting, for as her eyes drooped closed, a knock echoed through the quiet room. Her heart leapt in her chest—a predatory animal awakened.
She took her time, her hands caressing the length of her body slowly ascending. Deliberately, she closed her fingers around each tight nipple. Alexa's back arched slightly at the contact, enjoying the phantom sensation. Her hips rolled; she bit her lower lip, trying to decide whether to be annoyed at the interruption or emboldened by it.
Alexa then slid a hand down her stomach, stopping when her fingertips brushed delicately against her trimmed hairline.
She teased her engorged clit, the engorgement a testament to the delicious thoughts invading her mind as the interruption continued outside. Finding her target with practiced ease, she applied gentle, circular motions, her arousal growing as the harsh echoes of her heartbeat drowned out the soft APAP machine whirring in the background.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, shattering her peaceful reverie.
A tall, paper-thin figure clad in a French maid outfit stood hesitantly in the doorway, her white lace apron draped diagonally across her large bust.
Her dark eyes flicked over Alexa's naked form, lingering on the curve of round hips, before settling on the area of interest. The girl gulped visibly, her cheeks flushing pink with discomfort and detection as she stared directly at Alexa's enlarged clit.
"Room service. Breakfast?" she asked tentatively, her voice wavering.
She seemed more vulnerable now, and Alexa found herself almost pitying this poor girl who'd probably seen countless strangers' naked forms by now. Almost.
Around her neck hung a small name tag: Krystal.
"Eat it or leave it, sweet thing," Alexa purred, her hips rolling once again as she watched Krystal's reaction. The girl lingered, as if trying to decide what she wanted more - her job or this bit of depravity b
"Now, darling," Alexa snapped her fingers, directing Krystal's attention back to her. "I'm quite hungry, and unfortunately, that tray isn't doing me any favors." Her eyes twinkled with building mirth, as did