As she began to scrub the shower, she couldn’t help but think about how much she loved the feeling of getting her hands dirty. There was something therapeutic about it, something that made her feel alive. She moved on to the sink, wiping down every inch of it with a dirty rag.
As she moved from room to room, cleaning and scrubbing, she could feel her friend’s eyes on her. She knew that he was watching, and it was turning her on.
As she scrubbed the toilet bowl, she felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her. It was a dirty job, but someone had to do it. And Vanessa was just the person for the task. She finished up the toilet and moved on to the floors, mopping and scrubbing until they shone.
