Chapter 9 - Sex Scene: Cleaning Up.

Eric stood in his overalls beside the Chief, Belle, and a few workers from the City's Disposal Department. They were at the doorway leading down into the depths beneath the apartment, and Eric was signing the last of the forms. Satisfied the bureaucracy had been fulfilled two of the works went back down to continue the disassembly and disposal of the dead slime. The third went off with Belle to process the files in her office.

"Right, well, I'd say you're done for the day, Kid. The Chief waved him toward the elevator. "Come on, I'll get you your bonus." Eric felt sweaty in this clothes, especially after being under the decon suit. He stepped into the elevator, watching Belle lead the worker into her office, Donna's desk empty. He frowned, while the door's closed and felt the old man knock a knuckle on his elbow.  "Did good down there. Most times people see a slime, any slime, they freak out. Sommabitch that big, though?"

"I've shot bigger." Eric shrugged. "Besides, there wasn't any place to run, was there?" He asked, and the Chief chuckled. "Yeah, nice of you to set up some bait and then put us against a wall.

"I put us at a height advantage, after putting it into a digestion state," He wagged his finger. "Made it slower and prone to sticking on the ground." Eric nodded at the truth of that. "Well go down there and see what needs fixing tomorrow, no sense doing too much in one day." He said as the elevator opened and he walked out.

As he did, Eric saw a few older women conversing across they way. They waved when they saw the Chief and Eric could see them eyeing him up as the Old man led the way to his room. "Hold up here." He told him, before going into his room. Eric paused and could hear the giggles and whispering; heh, was the the old Dog of this floor? He cringed a little at the idea, not out of spite but because... well... old people.

"Right!" The chief came back with four metal cans sitting in a cardboard carrier. "Here's your bonus."

"Damn, Chief, you're gonna turn me into an alcoholic at this rate."

"Then share, dumbass." He laughs. "No get cleaned up, yeh smell like sewer and stink." 

"Right, thanks, Chief." Eric nods his head and the old man nods back before waving at the two gossiping ladies again. Hoo-boy. Eric makes tracks to the elevator before that goes anywhere. He hits his floor button and sighs. Long day and it's, not even noon yet. Wow. He gets off at his floor and it's quiet, nice. Same as when he enters his room; Drip is sleeping content in the sunshine.

But it wasn't as quiet as Eric first thought. The water started running; with the shower on?

He set the beers down in the kitchen and shucked his clothes off, till he was bare, and threw them in a hamper. He opened the door to the bathroom and was surprised to see Donna there. She was sitting on the tub's edge, letting the water run over her long legs, Her short hair hung around her face as she turned to look at him, and blushed bright.

"Wow." She muttered.

"There a reason you're in my bathroom?" Eric asked, conversationally.

"Well... um." She swallowed a lump in her throat as she watched Eric's cock swell from an impressive resting state to an intimidating semi. "I'm glad you're okay, and ah-" She was eye level with his cock as he reached past her to test the water with his hand. Perfect. "Well we both worked hard today and I was wondering if, I, I mean you, um-"

"Wash your back?" He winked at her and offered her a hand to stand up. She took it, and nodded as they eased into the water. The water fell over them, and while Eric could see the pools of sweat and grim fall off himself, with Donna some soap and tender care was required.

He built up a good foam in his hands, and started at her shoulders, massaging into her muscles and feeling her tension push back against his thumbs. "Wow." He muttered, "Don't worry so much. I'm right here." He whispered slowly, just over the rush of the shower. She nodded, even as she felt his cock rise up and press its head just between her cheeks.

Eric worked his hands down, and as he did, he instructed her to put her hands against one of the walls, letting her brace against it as his hands worked lower, and so the water would rain over her back and soothe her with its warmth.

His grip pulled and pushed and Donna moaned as she felt her tension unravel as her legs shuddered and moved apart. Did it help her stand? Sure. But that wasn't why she did it.

"Eric..." She moaned. "Please..." She gasped as she felt his cock slide back and forth between her ass cheeks, as Eric's hands kneaded them in his grasp.

"Please, what?" He leaned back and his cock dragged against her asshole.

"Please," She gasped as the head of Eric's cock pressed against the lips of her cunt. "FUCK. My. ASS." Oh? Well. He reached with a hand to grab some more of the oily soap he was using to clean them off, and pour some down the crack of her ass. "Ah." She sighed as he started to rub his thumb in circles over her puckered ass. "Yes." She reached out and grabbed the no slip bars, and braced herself as Eric pressed his cock into her. "YES." She growled through gritted teeth as he pushed in.

She was hot and warm, tight and ready as Eric slid inch after inch into her waiting bum. He felt no resistance or hesitation as he leaned in and was, soon enough, balls deep in her butt. Donna moaned loud over the shower, and Eric reached ahead to lower the flow just a little bit. He rocked back and she groaned as he started to pull her back, dragging her ass with him as he really got into a reaming rhythm.

Each hot, heavy, slap, and smack, resounded in the acoustics of the bathroom. Each moan and squeal and heavy growl of the two echoed briefly before being replaced by new sounds squelching and slurping and slapping and smacking as Eric's cock plowed deep and put Donna on her toes. He held her hips and kept her stable as she came, her ass clenching tight around his cock as she threw her head back and moaned.

Her grip on the handles loosened, and Eric wrapped his arms underneath her before she could slip her balance. Carefully he guided them down to their knees, rocking against her ass, and one of his hands going down to tease her neglected pussy, while the other squeezed a handful of soft tit.

They rocked there, fucking slowly in the shower, for a short while, before Eric squeezed Donna close, and came. His cock cumming raw insider her ass and coating it with hot white jizz. She cooed and moaned as he kissed her neck and the shower washed away the dirt, sweat, grime, and exhaustion. 

"You really know your stuff, Eric." Donna managed to squeek out, after they'd dried off, and Donna had slipped into a spare set of clothes she'd brought with her.

"Well, when you love your job," Eric shrugged, and saw some of the smile go out of Donna's eyes, shit, "And when you work with good people." He cupped her chin in his hand and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Not the best save, but he saw her smile come back a little ways. She kissed him back and they moved to the living room for a drink and light conversation before Donna excused herself.

Eric let out a breath as he looked out the window at the city. He still hand't explored the district, entirely, and there was the rest of the women on the floor to meet. What to do, what to do....