Jenny, a tall, buxom woman with violet eyes and an authoritative air about her, stood in the lavish bathroom, her hands on her hips as she surveyed the mess before her. It wasn't often that they had guests to stay at the mansion, but when they did, it seemed they always left something behind - like this time, a urine-soaked toilet seat and some fecal matter clinging to the sides of the bowl.
"What the hell?" She spat out, glaring disdainfully at the offending object of her displeasure. "Amber, look at this." She called over her shoulder to her friend, who was lounging seductively on the bathroom countertop, one leg slung carelessly over the other.
Amber, equally as stunning and commanding, sauntered over to join her companion. She cast a dismissive eye over the state of their toilet before turning back to their guest, a somewhat nervous-looking individual who looked between them anxiously.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Jenny snapped, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Get on your knees and clean it up." The guest, aware of his predicament, lowered himself hesitantly to the cold tile floor as Jenny grabbed a fresh roll of toilet paper and tossed it to him. "Use your tongue," she added with a smirk.
The man's eyes widened in horror as he realized what she meant, but he didn't dare disobey. Tentatively, he stuck out his tongue and began to lap at the sticky remains of urine on the toilet seat. Jenny watched with amusement, her lips curving into a smirk as Amber approached from behind him.
"That's not good enough," she purred, running a finger along the still-damp surface. "You have to clean every inch of it until it shines." Her breath fanned across his neck, sending shivers down his spine as he nervously nodded his understanding.
Gathering up all of his courage, he leaned in closer to the toilet bowl and lapped a bit harder, using his tongue to scrub at the porcelain until he could see his reflection in it. Jenny laughed delightedly, clapping her hands together in approval.
"See? That's what I like to see," she said, the edge of her commanding presence softening for a moment. "You're quite good at that, aren't you?" She beckoned him to sit up, reaching down and grabbing hold of his collar instead of offering a hand.
He stood slowly, his knees wobbling with relief and anticipation as he awaited further instruction. Amber stepped in, her body brushing against his as she stood beside him. "Now," she murmured seductively, "it's time to deep clean."
Before he could protest, she'd shoved his head back down towards the toilet bowl, pinning it there with one hand while she undid his pants with the other. In one swift motion, she'd slid off his pants and underwear, leaving him completely exposed from the waist down.
"Lick it clean," she commanded, her voice now hard and unyielding. The man hesitated for only a moment before obeying, tentatively tracing his tongue around the rim of the toilet bowl. He could feel Amber's breath on the back of his neck as she watched him, and Jenny's amused chuckles vibrating through her chest against his cheek.
As he licked, they both began to guide his actions, one on either side of him, directing him where to go and what to do. Their hands roamed over his body, teasing and taunting him as he worked, his face pressed against the cold porcelain of the toilet bowl.
Slowly but surely, the toilet grew cleaner under his attentions, the water turning crystal clear as he devoted himself to pleasing his mistresses. Jenny's nails raked lightly over his skin, drawing little lines of pleasure and pain as she held him there.
Finally, they allowed him to stand, their hands leaving him for the first time in what felt like ages. They watched him, their expressions unreadable as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. After a moment, Jenny stepped forward and tormentingly ran her fingers through his hair, patting off the excess water.
"You may go now," she said simply, her voice betraying no emotion. The man stumbled out of the bathroom, still in shock but also strangely aroused by the experience. He couldn't help but wonder what other depraved tasks his bosses had in store for him, and if he would ever find the courage to turn them down.
