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Aunt Cass - Part 8
🕑 Added 2024-11-11 14:00:12 +0000 UTCOut of the shower and snatching a towel from its holder, Cass glares at the expressionless humanoid shape in the middle of the bathroom. Baymax, seemingly oblivious to the nude and dripping-wet woman, continues to stare at Cass's toy as it clatters around the bottom of the tub.
Baymax: Your device has a 35% charge remaining until its batteries are depleted. Shall I retrieve it for you?
Cass says nothing, wrinkling her nose at the helpful robot as she wraps the towel around herself. So much for a little 'me time'. Out of the tiny room, Cass stomps down the hallway in a huff, uttering a few choice expletives under her breath as she goes. Through the threshold, Cass slams her bedroom door shut...Baymax's muffled, monotone voice still audible from down the hall.
Baymax: Your device now has a 33% charge remaining...
In their respective bedrooms, almost simultaneously, Tadashi's and Hiro's eyes blink open, both awakened by the slamming door. Neither of them have been asleep long, having returned from a music festival across the bay in the wee hours of the morning. Well, music...and a robot fight. The latter of which they had neglected to tell Cass about.
A short while later, Cass emerges from her bedroom clad in little more than a cut-off t-shirt and pair of too-tight boy-shorts...her under-boob peeking out from one, the bottom of her butt cheeks peeking out from the other. She has at least managed to put away the clothes and 'toys' that have littered her bedroom from several nights before...or rather, she simply kicked them under the bed and out of sight, choosing to worry about it later. The cafe's kitchen, however, is still an absolute wreck...her and Honey's late-night peep show having drawn in the cafe's busiest day ever.
Trudging downstairs, her overweight fur ball of a cat bounding past, Cass stops short of the bottom landing. The restaurateur closes her eyes and shakes her head, grumbling at the task ahead...a small mountain of dirty dishes in the sink, food-caked pots and pans stacked along every countertop. She hadn't even bothered to clear the tables when she flipped the 'closed sign' the night before.
Cass: Go take care of that for me, Mochi.
The oversized cat, rubbing against her ankle, looks up with a half-purr, half-meow...demanding to be pet.
Cass: (petting the cat) You're no help at all.
A while later and Cass is already sick of cleaning, her fingers pruny from a solid hour of washing dishes. Cass wipes the sweat from her brow...and in doing so, leaves a blob of soap subs hanging from her hair. The clomping of feet on hardwood from the floor above gives her a moment of pause...looking up she notices the blob of soap, puckering her lips and blowing at it in irritation. Listening to the boys shuffle from bedroom to bathroom and the upstairs kitchen beyond...maybe she can get them to help her with this gawd-awful mess.
A little smirk begins to form in the corner of her mouth...Cass calls out to them.
Cass: Boys?! Can you come down here, please?
Upstairs, Hiro's eyes widen in panic.
Hiro: (whispering) Shit! She knows! She knows we went to the fights. She... She's gonna murder us!
Tadashi: (whispering) Could you be any less melodramatic? How could she possibly know? It's not like we got arrested... Again. She probably just needs help in the cafe s'all.
A moment later and pair appear at the foot of the stairs, not quite knowing what to expect. Cass has already returned to washing dishes...but not before hiking up her shorts. Tadashi elbows his brother, cocking his chin with a lecherous smile, drawing Hiro's attention to the inseam that has all but disappeared into the crack of Cass's ass.
Tadashi: (mouthing silently) See? Told yuh so.
Cass turns to them with a genuine-looking smile, happy to see her two strapping young men...and does not indicate that she'd noticed them hiding a pair of salacious grins after staring at her derriere. Feigning unawares of her dark-colored areola showing through her soaked, near-see-through shirt...looking much like some sorority sister at a spring break wet t-shirt contest...the brunette grins inwardly, waiting for their reaction.
Cass: Can you boys help me out down here? I can't pay you anything, but...
Actually, she can, given the boatload of money she'd made the night before...but it's so much funner to take it out in trade, so to speak.
Cass strides over to the center counter, exaggerating her movements, bending at the waste as she arches her back. Practically lying across the countertop, propped up on one elbow, her tiny t-shirt slipping up her breasts as they spread out across the worktop. Cass gives them a full profile view of her curvy figure, showing them all she has to offer.
Cass: ...maybe we can come to some kind of an arrangement.
Cass wiggles her hips while nibbling at her lower lip...a little extra incentive.
Both young men glance at each other, simultaneously breaking into toothy grins....one grabbing the hem of his shirt and lifting, the other tugging at his button-front shorts. Cass, amused by their sudden enthusiasm... it's just the reaction she's been expecting...smirks as she raises a single finger, waggling it back and forth.
Cass: After this place is spick and span.
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