Page 578 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
Just as Ghostie was about to get to the screen showing the command room, I stroked both men a little harder and faster.
I winked to the camera just before the guards exploded all over my face.
The new guard was fairly controlled, hitting me mostly on the cheek. But the first guard really had some pent-up tension. His first shot splashed across my forehead and onto my black wig. The next one was even more forceful, going all the way up onto my little maid hat.
Ghostie growled, and I knew he was enjoying the show.
I smiled nice and big until both men were finished.
Thanks for the skin cream, boys!
It was so tempting to sit there for a while to really let the cum sink into my pores. But for the second time today, I was in too much of a rush for such luxuries.
Such a waste.
But it was a necessary waste. Because there was no longer anything stopping us from saving Ash.
It was finally time to get my girl back!
“Such messy boys,” I said with a shake of my head as I wiped the cum off my face.
“You asked for it.”
“Yes, yes,” I agreed. “Otherwise you ruin floor.”
“I would have been happy to cum inside of you.”
I gasped and held up my teensy tiny two-carat promise ring from Chad. “I proper maid lady. Not slut.”
Both men looked deeply confused. They didn’t say another word as I slid back into my maid outfit and headed out to the elevator.
Slavanka was waiting for me there.
“You have cum in hair,” she said as we waited for the elevator to come.
I laughed. “I know.”
“You fuck guard?”
“Guards,” I corrected. “It was my only choice once you decided to go all kung-fu in the server room. Speaking of which…where’d you learn to fight like that?”
“When I seven, foreman at tank factory say I no work. No strong enough.” She pinched her bicep and shook her head. “I run home to Papa. Cry. Very sad. Papa teach me throat punch. Next day I go factory. Foreman say, ‘Go.’ I throat punch and kick in ball. Now foreman cry. I smile. Happy, happy. That start my love of violence.”
“You love violence? Do you mean martial arts?”
“Hmmm.” Slavanka shook her head. “Violence. Way to make meany man cry like baby.”
Interesting.
The elevator dinged open and we rolled our maid carts onto it.
“Everything set at the penthouse?” I asked into the comms.
“Yup,” said Ghostie. “Esme has delivered her cart and exited the building. And Ash is… Shit. Wait a second.” He went silent.
“Ash is what?” I asked.
No answer.
