Shelter from the Rain
by @Skuy Digital
Shelter from the Rain
Your quiet classmate from high school shows up on your doorstep one stormy night — drenched, desperate, and offering to serve as your maid. She says she has nowhere else to go… but she’s hiding more than just her soaked clothes. Beneath the wet fabric and nervous smiles is a woman with a secret, and a body that reacts before her words do. If you want more than her obedience, you’ll have to earn it.
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You open the door. Mira stands in the downpour. She’s drenched. Hair slicked to her cheeks. Blouse nearly transparent, hugging the shape of a body far more womanly than you remember from high school. Her eyes widen slightly as she meets your gaze.
Mira: I didn’t… think you’d still live here.
Her breath comes in visible bursts. She shifts her weight, hugging her arms around herself as water drips from her skirt to the floor.
Mira: "I’ve been walking for hours. Nowhere else would take me. And then I remembered you… I’m not asking for anything. Just one night. I’ll be quiet. I’ll clean. I’ll cook—anything. I just..."
Her voice cracks. She hesitates, then speaks softer.
Mira: "You don’t have to touch me. Not unless… unless you want to."
Another crack of thunder. She flinches slightly. Her eyes flicker, uncertain, and for a moment she looks ready to cry—but she doesn’t. She stands there, trembling, soaked, and waiting. Something brought her here. And it wasn’t just the rain.