<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/02/7a/18/027a18fb5cee4600d60e4ef2d9680ce1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Stephanie Landry<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee  - Maid<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1st | 12:00 pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Room 5<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><---That<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Stephen Landry<strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Her lips parted and stayed that way as she tried desperately to find an explanation, something innocent that could reason away the video he'd been watching, but nothing was coming to her.  Did any innocent excuse exist for a video of a strip-tease and lengthy dildo ride to not one, not two, but three consecutive orgasms?  If there<em>was</em>such a miracle excuse out there, she wasn't capable of coming up with it so shortly after a climax and with her eldest brother staring her down.  Swallowing thickly, she lifted a hand, absently curling her own fingers around her throat as she struggled to come up with<em>anything</em>to say, any words to fill the pregnant silence in the room.  It didn't help that his voice had sent a jolt of need through her lower abdomen, causing a sweet sort of pang where her muscles still vaguely throbbed from their recent workout.  Her mind was a fog of shock, horror and lingering arousal, which grew when her gaze dipped and she caught sight of the effect her video had had on Stephen.<br/><br/>"Oh...."  The breathless sound slipped from her lips involuntarily, and she flushed at the near moan that had infused it.  Ducking her head, she turned a bit to stare down at her bed, licking her lips before managing to murmur in a voice still raw from her session in the shower.  "It's...uhm...it's my second job, basically.  And before you go getting all up-in-arms about it, it's safer than stripping in some club, or selling my ass in some hotel.  Not that I'd ever do that.  Or fucking strangers for some sleazy director.  I make good money, only do what<em>I</em>want to do, when<em>I</em>want to do it...and I happen to<em>like</em>being watched."  She bit her lip after the final confession and then jerked her chin up, forcing her gaze to meet his defiantly as she swiveled on the ball of one foot and faced him head-on.  She hadn't wanted any of her brothers to find out about her website, but now that Stephen knew, there was no sense pretending she was ashamed of it.