Room Service (Part Two)
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
“I-I’m terribly s-sorry about…screaming.” The girl said. “Y-You must be a guest in this suite, right? Um…that other lady ordered room service…so I started cleaning.” The girl gestured to her large cleaning cart parked to the side of the suite’s main room. Cassie assumed Irina had made the request in an attempt to be proactive and helpful.
“That’s fine. I apologize for startling you.” Cassie closed the suite door and approached the girl. “My name’s Cassie Smalls. What’s your name?”
The girl blushed even more. “Oh, that’s very kind of you ma’am. M-My name is A-Amber…uh…Amber Evans.” She bowed deeply. “Pleased to…uh…m-meet you.”
Cassie took this opportunity to take a good look at Amber. The girl, maybe about 22 years old, was most likely of Hispanic descent, indicated by her alluringly dark tanned skin tone and chocolate brown hair tied into a somewhat messy ponytail. The girl was Cassie’s height, but only because of her three-inch heels that matched her black and white, traditional maid outfit. The outfit did wonders for her image, but most likely not her comfort. Amber had some weight to her in all the right places, and her miniscule skirt struggled to stay down over her butt, and her blouse looked fit to rip at the seams where her impressive chest pushed against the fabric.
“Well, Amber, nice to meet you.” Cassie shook the girl’s shaky hand. “Did you drop something under the couch?”
Amber fidgeted. “Oh…well, yes. I did. But I can reach it!” Amber declared, dropping again onto her knees and flailing her arm under the couch. Cassie’s eyes widened as the maid’s skirt once more flipped up and presented her beautiful ass. Amber didn’t even seem to notice in the slightest. In more ways than one, Cassie was reminded a bit of Sophie while interacting with Amber, albeit an introverted Sophie.
A minute later, Amber popped back up, holding a small set of keys. “I dropped my master keys while vacuuming.” She explained, slipping the keys into a pocket on her cleaning cart. “I c-can be a bit…careless at times.” Amber twirled a strand of her hair. “A-actually…it’s my first week. This is…uh…a stressful j-job.”
“I wish you luck then.” Cassie smiled gently. “Don’t worry about little things, either. Our family is pretty laid back. I’m just here to find something real quick.” Cassie said, this time not even catching her mistake.
Amber’s uncertain face morphed into genuine relief, her smile radiant. “Th-thank you so much!” A bit too confident, she thrust out her chest. “And don’t worry, I’ll always do a good job. I’ve already collected all the used towels and bedsheets and thrown them in this hamper.” Amber indicated a hefty bag secured to the underside of her cleaning cart. “They’ll get a good cleaning this afternoon. All that I have left is the back room.” She paused. “What did you need to find?”
Cassie paled. Images of her precious fiancé crushed and balled up in Amber’s dirty hamper flashed in her head, before she remembered that the room she shared with you WAS the back room. Excusing herself, Cassie dashed back to her room, ignoring Amber’s confused offer to help Cassie look for whatever it was she needed. Expecting to see you almost immediately upon entering the room, Cassie entertained the thought of you lying on the bed, giving her a sarcastic expression, and knowing all she’d need to do was scoop you up and kiss you and she’d be forgiven.
Sadly (but expectedly, for you anyway), you weren’t there. Running a hand through her hair, Cassie paced around the room, checking everywhere. She looked under the bed and in her pile of dirty clothes, before finally climbing up onto the bed. Meticulously, Cassie scanned each blanket, pillow, and bedsheet for any sign of a squished tiny man, to no avail. You desperately wished you could simply call out to your future wife and let her know where you were, but her skirt still held you tight enough to prevent your mouth from reforming.
At least, until Cassie got off the bed. Opting to slide off in defeat instead of hopping off, Cassie’s skirt caught the sheets and pulled back as she slid off, exposing you briefly. Your fiancée’s gorgeous legs smeared against the bed as she weakly rolled off, and your sweat-slicked body finally gave way. You peeled right off Cassie’s thigh and onto the bedsheet, like dough unsticking from a rolling pin.
Free but still flattened, you could only stare up helplessly as Cassie moved around the bed and towards the door. You focused all of your power on some sort of dumb mental connection, begging her to just look back and spot you. Not expecting anything, you were genuinely stunned as Cassie hesitated by the foot of the bed and froze for a second. Would she actually turn around and see you?
No…not at all. Cassie bent down, grabbed a bundle of blankets that had fallen from the bed, and tossed them over her shoulder back onto the bed. You mentally screamed as the blankets arced with towards you, then plopped down onto the bed, burying you and hiding you from sight. The weight wasn’t much, but the line of sight issue was the real pressing matter. Still oblivious to your plight, Cassie walked to the door.
As she reached the door, Amber bumped into her, letting another cute squeal out and stammering an apology. “D-did you find…uh…what you were looking for?” The klutzy maid inquired.
Cassie shook her head. “No…I’ll check another room.” Dejected, the brunette giantess trudged into the adjacent room, very concerned for your safety. Watching her sadly, Amber shrugged and entered your room, turning on the lights and pushing her cart against the wall. Methodically (and not without tripping twice), Amber began bundling up blankets and sheets and tossing them into her cart’s dirty hamper. Soon, only the small pile covering you was left.
While this was happening, you found your body possessed just the amount of strength to slowly wiggle, and you had been squirming out from under the blanket towards the edge of the bed, hoping to fall off onto the safety of the floor. Being picked up and tossed into the hamper by Amber was a fate you had no intention of experiencing. Of course, you could hear her heels clacking closer, and knew it was now or never. With a final twitch, you wiggled your flattened body to the edge of the bed…
“That’s fine. I apologize for startling you.” Cassie closed the suite door and approached the girl. “My name’s Cassie Smalls. What’s your name?”
The girl blushed even more. “Oh, that’s very kind of you ma’am. M-My name is A-Amber…uh…Amber Evans.” She bowed deeply. “Pleased to…uh…m-meet you.”
Cassie took this opportunity to take a good look at Amber. The girl, maybe about 22 years old, was most likely of Hispanic descent, indicated by her alluringly dark tanned skin tone and chocolate brown hair tied into a somewhat messy ponytail. The girl was Cassie’s height, but only because of her three-inch heels that matched her black and white, traditional maid outfit. The outfit did wonders for her image, but most likely not her comfort. Amber had some weight to her in all the right places, and her miniscule skirt struggled to stay down over her butt, and her blouse looked fit to rip at the seams where her impressive chest pushed against the fabric.
“Well, Amber, nice to meet you.” Cassie shook the girl’s shaky hand. “Did you drop something under the couch?”
Amber fidgeted. “Oh…well, yes. I did. But I can reach it!” Amber declared, dropping again onto her knees and flailing her arm under the couch. Cassie’s eyes widened as the maid’s skirt once more flipped up and presented her beautiful ass. Amber didn’t even seem to notice in the slightest. In more ways than one, Cassie was reminded a bit of Sophie while interacting with Amber, albeit an introverted Sophie.
A minute later, Amber popped back up, holding a small set of keys. “I dropped my master keys while vacuuming.” She explained, slipping the keys into a pocket on her cleaning cart. “I c-can be a bit…careless at times.” Amber twirled a strand of her hair. “A-actually…it’s my first week. This is…uh…a stressful j-job.”
“I wish you luck then.” Cassie smiled gently. “Don’t worry about little things, either. Our family is pretty laid back. I’m just here to find something real quick.” Cassie said, this time not even catching her mistake.
Amber’s uncertain face morphed into genuine relief, her smile radiant. “Th-thank you so much!” A bit too confident, she thrust out her chest. “And don’t worry, I’ll always do a good job. I’ve already collected all the used towels and bedsheets and thrown them in this hamper.” Amber indicated a hefty bag secured to the underside of her cleaning cart. “They’ll get a good cleaning this afternoon. All that I have left is the back room.” She paused. “What did you need to find?”
Cassie paled. Images of her precious fiancé crushed and balled up in Amber’s dirty hamper flashed in her head, before she remembered that the room she shared with you WAS the back room. Excusing herself, Cassie dashed back to her room, ignoring Amber’s confused offer to help Cassie look for whatever it was she needed. Expecting to see you almost immediately upon entering the room, Cassie entertained the thought of you lying on the bed, giving her a sarcastic expression, and knowing all she’d need to do was scoop you up and kiss you and she’d be forgiven.
Sadly (but expectedly, for you anyway), you weren’t there. Running a hand through her hair, Cassie paced around the room, checking everywhere. She looked under the bed and in her pile of dirty clothes, before finally climbing up onto the bed. Meticulously, Cassie scanned each blanket, pillow, and bedsheet for any sign of a squished tiny man, to no avail. You desperately wished you could simply call out to your future wife and let her know where you were, but her skirt still held you tight enough to prevent your mouth from reforming.
At least, until Cassie got off the bed. Opting to slide off in defeat instead of hopping off, Cassie’s skirt caught the sheets and pulled back as she slid off, exposing you briefly. Your fiancée’s gorgeous legs smeared against the bed as she weakly rolled off, and your sweat-slicked body finally gave way. You peeled right off Cassie’s thigh and onto the bedsheet, like dough unsticking from a rolling pin.
Free but still flattened, you could only stare up helplessly as Cassie moved around the bed and towards the door. You focused all of your power on some sort of dumb mental connection, begging her to just look back and spot you. Not expecting anything, you were genuinely stunned as Cassie hesitated by the foot of the bed and froze for a second. Would she actually turn around and see you?
No…not at all. Cassie bent down, grabbed a bundle of blankets that had fallen from the bed, and tossed them over her shoulder back onto the bed. You mentally screamed as the blankets arced with towards you, then plopped down onto the bed, burying you and hiding you from sight. The weight wasn’t much, but the line of sight issue was the real pressing matter. Still oblivious to your plight, Cassie walked to the door.
As she reached the door, Amber bumped into her, letting another cute squeal out and stammering an apology. “D-did you find…uh…what you were looking for?” The klutzy maid inquired.
Cassie shook her head. “No…I’ll check another room.” Dejected, the brunette giantess trudged into the adjacent room, very concerned for your safety. Watching her sadly, Amber shrugged and entered your room, turning on the lights and pushing her cart against the wall. Methodically (and not without tripping twice), Amber began bundling up blankets and sheets and tossing them into her cart’s dirty hamper. Soon, only the small pile covering you was left.
While this was happening, you found your body possessed just the amount of strength to slowly wiggle, and you had been squirming out from under the blanket towards the edge of the bed, hoping to fall off onto the safety of the floor. Being picked up and tossed into the hamper by Amber was a fate you had no intention of experiencing. Of course, you could hear her heels clacking closer, and knew it was now or never. With a final twitch, you wiggled your flattened body to the edge of the bed…
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