Untucked, but Not Unfucked

The fatigue from the previous day is taking its toll on Mirage, so she spends the entire morning lying down, trying to plan her next moves. Today, everyone has the day off. She can visit Nymphia. After that, the filming starts, and no one will care about her anymore. But at least she can start looking for Andreas. Nymphia greets her half-naked and in a glum mood. Plane messed up again! Mirage isn’t usually one to meddle in other people’s affairs, but she doesn’t want her new friend to be left in the lurch either. “Help me find Plane’s room,” Nymphia asks, and they set off to search. They have to check in with the other girls to see who’s staying where. But Mirage thinks it would be rude to just barge into a room with a question. She needs to start a conversation, killing time at the same time. Nymphia doesn’t seem too happy about this. Mirage only notices when they finally get the information they need. Nymphia leaves her friend with a whole box of cold pizza and rushes off to her own business. The film comes to an end, and so does the pizza box. Mirage realizes that being alone in someone else’s room doesn’t feel quite proper. After all, now she knows the addresses of the others and can use her time wisely. The moment she closes the door, her eyes catch a male figure in the distance. Damn! Just what I needed! she switches to her ditzy mode. The staff member slowly turns his head, and Mirage breathes a sigh of relief. Well, hello, Andreas. The boy smiles warmly and walks toward her with a brisk stride. “Hi there, handsome,” Mirage says, giving him an appraising look. “Good to see you, Mirage,” he replies, winking. “Busy?” Andreas doesn’t flinch at her straightforward approach. “Today, yeah. But I’m free all day tomorrow.” And then, unexpectedly, he shyly looks down. “See you then?” Mirage continues. “At your place or mine?” and the boy’s quick on the uptake! “Depends on what you can offer.” “Ready to fulfill any of your wishes.” Andreas keeps surprising her. “Then get your ass ready and grab something to drink.” In agreement, the boy finds no better way than to grab Mirage by the shoulders, pin her to the wall, and kiss her hard. Energetic, aren’t we! Mirage thinks, taking the initiative into her own hands. Well, into her mouth. Shocked by her assertiveness, Andreas pulls away, waves goodbye, and heads off. Or rather, to carry out his super-important duties. The next day feels like a gift from fate — either from the memory of their hookup or from the desire to finally drink something stronger than tea. The boy lives not far from her room. She could go over right now. Andreas meets her at the door with a satisfied grin and a decent outfit. Huh, I thought they always wore that crappy uniform. “You’re up early,” he admits. “Should I leave?” she says, barging right in. “I didn’t get any alcohol,” Mirage huffs. “But I’ll call a friend — he’ll bring us some champagne.”   “Even better!” Mirage whistles. “I don’t even remember the last time I drank champagne.” The boy makes the call and pulls some light snacks from the fridge. “Andreas, I see you’re quite the cheapskate,” she teases. “Honestly, I expected something more substantial.” Andreas fumbles. “But I… I didn’t think…” “Exactly, you didn’t think. So I did and ate at my place. Now let’s see how the local workers live.” Mirage scans his sparse little place, pausing at a bottle of lube. Of course you brought that from home, you little rascal! Probably impossible to work without it. Andreas tries to say something to start a conversation, but their monologue is interrupted by a knock at the door. Mirage catches a glimpse of another cute assistant, but next to Andreas, he quickly pales. Not quite as easygoing, apparently. “All right, let’s get started!” Andreas gestures for her to sit at the table and turns his attention to the champagne. The bottle pops open with a sharp crack, and Mirage can’t take her eyes off it in anticipation. Andreas assumes she’s staring at him — which, in a way, works in his favor. Mirage downs almost a whole glass in one go and digs into the meager meal. Andreas can’t take his eyes off her, staring with sheer admiration, and fidgets impatiently on the chair. Mirage notices his awkward movements and smirks, “You’ve really been longing for this, baby.” The boy nods nervously, and in that moment, Mirage realizes why he can’t sit still. She rises from the table and plops boldly onto the bed, making Andreas jump and press her into the mattress. He insists on pulling her into a kiss, and she doesn’t mind his assertiveness. Andreas starts fidgeting with her pants until he hits the zipper, awkwardly undoing it. It’s been quite some time since Mirage last had sex, so arousal comes quickly. She helps Andreas pull off her pants along with her underwear, giving him the chance to take the lead. The assistant eagerly licks her cock and begins working skillfully with his mouth. Even though he’s excellent at this, Mirage feels it’s time to pause, or she’ll end up in embarrassment. “Alright,” she says, pushing him gently away. “Now let’s get you undressed.” Andreas doesn’t need to be asked twice. He quickly strips off every piece of clothing, revealing a rather appetizing ass. Mirage rises, grabs him by the cheeks, and leans down to take his mouth. Her fingers trail lower and bump into the plug he has carefully inserted. Mirage presses lightly, and Andreas can’t hold back a moan. “We shouldn’t be too loud here,” he says, embarrassed, pulling slightly away from Mirage. “Other workers live in the next rooms. They’d better not know what I’m doing.” “I can’t promise anything,” Mirage whispers in his ear. “No guy has ever managed to keep control around me.” Andreas whines unhappily, feeling another thrust. Mirage finally lets him go and reaches for the nightstand, grabbing the little bottle. “Where are the condoms?” she demands. “Over there — by the door. My friend brought them with the champagne.” Mirage smirks. What would you do without him? So you brought your toys, but weren’t planning to sleep with anyone. Naive little fool. Andreas ends up on the bed, lying on his back. The plug is already lying aside. “You’re feisty, Andreas. You’re not letting me do anything myself today.” “You’ve still got everything ahead of you,” he smiles, feeling Mirage’s wet fingers inside him. “All right, handsome, let’s go.” Andreas snatches the condom from her hand and carefully rolls it onto her cock. “You’ve gotten bossy,” Mirage teases, pressing the assistant down onto the bed by his shoulders and slowly entering him. No matter how much he brags about rules of decency among the staff, he doesn’t try to hold back his cries, and Mirage has to silence him with her own mouth. Andreas’s ass is perfect. Mirage can already feel that they won’t be disturbing the neighbors for long. She takes his cock firmly from him, works her hand for a couple of minutes, making him cum, getting a little of the mess on herself. She wipes her hand on the sheet, stares at Andreas’s exhilarated face, and driving into him even harder, cums right after. “Uuh.” The condom flies to the floor. Mirage collapses right on top of him. He gasps in surprise. Well. Now they can finish the champagne, nibble on the snacks, and go for round two.