Lila's POV

The hallway was still packed with guys even though it was getting late. I pushed the heavy trash trolley slowly, trying not to make too much noise. My arms already felt sore from earlier, but I kept going.

This part of the job was supposed to be simple - knock on each door, ask the boys to hand over their trash bags, and move on. Easy for most people, maybe. Not for me.

I stopped in front of the first few rooms and knocked softly. "Trash collection," I called out, keeping my voice polite. Some doors opened right away. Others took forever. Every time a guy stepped out, the teasing started again.

"Wow, the fat cleaner's back already?"

"Look at her pushing that thing. Careful, don't break the wheels!"

A couple of them yelled jokes that made my stomach twist. I told myself it was because I was chubby and didn't look like the usual girls around here. They probably thought I was easy to pick on.

I kept my head down, smiled when I had to, and took the bags without saying much. By the time I reached the middle of the hallway, the trolley was already almost full and getting harder to push.

I decided it was better to empty it first before finishing the rest of the rooms. The big trash bin was outside at the back of the dorm, so I turned the trolley around and headed that way.

The wheels squeaked against the floor as I went. My tight uniform kept riding up my thighs with every step, and the cool night air made the wet spots from earlier feel even colder against my skin.

When I finally reached the back area, it was quieter. Just one big metal bin under a dim light. I took a deep breath and tried to lift the first heavy trash bag out of the trolley. My arms shook. No matter how hard I pulled, the bag wouldn't budge high enough. My belly pressed against the trolley, and my thick thighs felt weak under the weight. I was strong in my own way, but this was too much for one person.

Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind me.

"Need a hand?"

Before I could answer, a tall guy stepped up beside me. He had messy dark hair, strong arms covered in tattoos, and a confident way of moving. Without waiting, he grabbed the heavy bag with one smooth motion and tossed it easily into the bin.

The muscles in his arms flexed under the light, and his voice... oh god, his voice was so low and smooth it sent a shiver straight through me.

I couldn't stop staring. My mouth felt dry even though my body was reacting in a completely different way. Heat rushed between my legs. Just from hearing him speak, I was getting wet. I pressed my thighs together without thinking, hoping he wouldn't notice.

He turned to me and waved a hand gently in front of my face, smiling. "Are you okay? I'm Jax. I don't think I've seen you around here before."

I blinked fast, feeling my cheeks burn. "Oh... yeah. I'm new. I'm Lila. The new cleaner."

I reached out to shake his hand. His palm was warm and big, wrapping around mine completely. The simple touch made my pulse jump. When he smiled wider, I felt another rush of wetness in my panties. This was so embarrassing. Why did my body always react like this?

"That means we'll be seeing each other a lot more often," Jax said, his deep voice making the words sound even better. "If you ever have any trouble with the guys or the work, just come find me. My room's on the second floor. You'll see my name on the door."

He started to walk past me toward the dorm entrance, but then he stopped and turned back. His eyes moved slowly over my tight uniform, taking in the way it hugged my round belly and thick curves.

"You look hot in that uniform," he said casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Then he gave me one last smile and disappeared back inside.

I stood there frozen, heart racing. My face felt like it was on fire. I looked down at myself - the short black dress stretched tight across my soft body, still a little damp from earlier, the white apron clinging to my heavy breasts. Hot? Me?

"Oh shit," I whispered to myself, pressing a hand against my thigh. "Why am I so wet?"

The feeling between my legs was impossible to ignore now. My panties were slick, and every small movement made me more aware of it.

Jax's deep voice kept replaying in my head. The way he lifted that bag so easily. The way he looked at me. No one had ever said I looked hot before - especially not in this ridiculous uniform.

Lila's POV

I stepped into the men's dormitory right after my last class ended. My backpack felt heavy on my shoulder as I headed straight to the small staff room to change. The tight black uniform waited for me on the hook, looking even shorter than I remembered.

I sighed, slipped it on, and smoothed the white apron over my round belly. The fabric stretched snug across my heavy breasts and wide hips, but I told myself it didn't matter. Tonight I just needed to get through my shift without any drama.

Thankfully, the hallway felt different this time. Much quieter. Only a handful of guys wandered around, and most of them barely glanced my way. No loud whistles or nasty comments. I wasn't sure why the energy had changed, but I wasn't complaining. Maybe word had spread that the new cleaner wasn't worth the trouble.

Or maybe they were all busy with something else. Either way, I took the calm as a small gift and started my tasks.

One of my jobs tonight was restocking the gym with fresh towels. I grabbed a tall stack of clean ones from the supply closet and carried them carefully down the corridor. The gym door was propped open, and I could hear the low hum of machines and occasional clinks of weights inside.

A few guys were working out, but they stayed focused on their routines. I liked that. No teasing meant I could just do my work and move on.

I walked over to the tall metal rack where the towels belonged. The top shelf was way above my head. I rose up on my tiptoes and stretched as far as I could, but my fingers only brushed the edge.

My uniform rode up in the back, the short hem sliding higher on my thick thighs. I heard a couple of low whistles from across the room. My cheeks heated up instantly. I didn't want to ask any of them for help - I already knew the kind of jokes that would come with it.

"Come on," I muttered to myself, trying again. I pushed up higher, belly pressing forward, breasts straining against the tight top. Another whistle cut through the air, followed by a quiet laugh. My face burned hotter. I felt exposed and clumsy all at once. Why did everything have to feel so difficult in this uniform?

Suddenly, a familiar deep voice sounded right behind me.

"Give them to me."

Before I could turn, warm hands gently took the stack of towels from my arms. I looked up and there he was - Jax. Tall, tattooed, and moving with that easy confidence I remembered from last night.

He reached up without any effort and placed the towels neatly on the top rack. His sleeveless shirt showed off strong arms and a hint of sweat on his skin from working out.

I lowered my head, embarrassed. "Oh, thank you. You again! You've helped me twice now. Thank you so much."

Jax chuckled softly, the sound rich and low. "No need to thank me. I told you yesterday - if you need help, just come find me."

He surprised me by reaching out and gently lifting my chin with two fingers, forcing me to meet his eyes. My heart jumped. His touch was light but sure, and suddenly every pair of eyes in the gym seemed to be watching us. My face flushed deep red. I wanted to look away, to hide, but his fingers kept me there.

"Don't cover your beautiful face," he said quietly, his voice warm. "You don't need to listen to them."

I swallowed hard. Being this close to him made my pulse race. Then he leaned in even closer, his breath brushing my ear as he whispered, "I know they're thinking the same thing as me. If they get the chance, they'll want to touch you too."

His words sent a rush of heat straight between my legs. I felt myself get wet instantly, my thighs pressing together on their own. The simple whisper, the deep tone of his voice, the way his body heat reached me - it was too much. My knees felt weak. I could smell the clean sweat on his skin mixed with something masculine that made my head spin a little.

Jax pulled back just enough to look at me again, a small smile playing on his lips. "See you later, Lila."

He turned and walked away toward the weights, his back muscles shifting under his shirt. I stood there for a second, staring after him, heart pounding. The sweat glistening on his arms and shoulders made him look incredibly sexy. Strong. Confident. My body reacted even more, a fresh wave of slick warmth making my panties damp. I had to bite my lip to keep from making any sound.

Once he was across the room, I forced myself to move. I finished arranging the lower towels quickly, then slipped out of the gym before anyone could say anything else. My legs felt shaky the whole way back to the cleaning room. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, taking deep breaths.

"Why does this keep happening?" I whispered to myself. One conversation with Jax and I was already soaked. It was ridiculous how easily my body responded to him. His voice alone did things to me that I couldn't control. And the way he touched my chin... the way he whispered in my ear... I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts.

I pulled my phone out of my locker and dialed my mom. She picked up on the second ring.

"Hello, Mom," I said, keeping my voice light. "I think I'll be home late tonight. You shouldn't wait up for me, okay?"

"Have you had dinner yet?" she asked, worry clear in her tone.

"Yes, I'm full. I grabbed something quick before my shift. I'm just taking a short break before I start the next round of cleaning. Don't worry about me."

"I love you, Lila."

"I love you too, Mom."

I hung up and sat down on the old chair for a minute, staring at the wall. The quiet of the room felt nice after the gym. My mind kept drifting back to Jax. The way he had helped me without making fun of me.

The gentle lift of my chin. That whispered confession that he knew other guys wanted to touch me too. It was bold. Flirty. And it made me feel seen in a way that was both scary and exciting.

I glanced down at my uniform. The tight black fabric still clung to every soft curve - my round belly, my full breasts, my thick thighs. Yesterday I felt awkward in it. But tonight, after Jax's words, a tiny part of me wondered if maybe he really meant what he said.

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Jax's POV

I pushed open the door to our suite with a cold can of water in my hand, the metal already sweating from the gym. The familiar smell of snacks and gym bags hit me as I stepped inside.

Theo was glued to his computer screen, fingers flying over the keyboard while some shooter game blasted from his headphones. Miles lounged on the couch, scrolling through his phone with that focused look he always got when checking swim stats.

I dropped onto the empty spot on the couch, stretching my legs out. The cold water felt good against my palm after all those reps.

"Where have you been?" Miles asked without looking up from his screen.

"Gym," I replied, cracking open the can and taking a long sip. "And you know what? Lila was there."

Miles's phone lowered instantly. He turned his head, blue eyes narrowing with interest. "Lila? Who's that? Since when do we have girls in this dorm?"

Theo let out a loud laugh from his desk, not even pausing his game. "I'm sure he's starting to hallucinate after his ex dumped him."

"Shut up," I shot back with a grin. "I dumped her, remember? And come on, don't tell me you guys haven't noticed the new cleaner around here."

Theo hit pause so fast the game sound cut off mid-explosion. He spun his chair around to face me, eyebrows raised. "Are you serious? You mean that fat girl? What was she doing in the gym? Trying to diet because we've been teasing her too much?"

I leaned back against the cushions, shaking my head. "Oh come on. You guys aren't blind. Yeah, Lila's chubby - soft belly, thick thighs, the whole package - but she's sexy as hell. My eyes work just fine when it comes to girls."

Miles tilted his head, thinking for a second. "Yeah... actually, her face is quite attractive. Cute when she blushes."

"But we all know she's getting bullied around here," Theo pointed out, crossing his arms. "And how does she even work in a men's dorm? Management must be desperate."

"Who cares about the rules?" I said, sitting up straighter. "I've got an interesting idea."

Miles groaned immediately. "No, no. I'm not getting dragged into another one of your crazy plans, Jax. Last time I joined in, I almost lost my medal in that stupid dare."

"It's not like that," I assured him, holding up my hands. "Trust me, this one's fun. You won't lose anything important."

Theo leaned forward, curiosity winning over his usual sarcasm. "Alright, spill it. What are you planning?"

I grinned, feeling the energy build. "Let's make a bet. Whoever can make Lila moan the loudest wins free beer for a whole month."

Theo blinked, then burst out laughing. "What kind of bet is that? Just free beer?"

"Yeah," I said with a shrug. "Because it's going to be easy. The prize fits the game."

Miles raised an eyebrow, finally putting his phone down completely. "How do you know this bet will be easy? You've barely talked to her."

I took another sip of water, remembering the way Lila had reacted earlier. "Because I've seen it myself. She gets aroused super easily. One deep voice, a little touch, a whisper in her ear - and she's already wet. I've met girls like her before. It won't be hard to make her moan. Simple rules: whoever gets the loudest reaction from her wins. Easy and interesting, right?"

Theo's eyes lit up. He turned back to his computer for a second, saved his game, then spun around again. "I'm definitely in!"

I looked over at Miles, who was still watching me with that careful swimmer's focus. "What about you? Come on, it's just for fun. I'm sure she'll enjoy it and won't get all emotional about it."

Miles rubbed the back of his neck, thinking it over. The room stayed quiet for a few seconds except for the low hum of Theo's computer fans. Finally, he nodded slowly. "Yeah... okay. I'm in."

A satisfied smile spread across my face. I could already picture it - Lila in that tight uniform that hugged every soft curve, blushing bright red, trying to stay professional while one of us pushed her buttons. The three of us competing to see who could make her lose control first. It sounded perfect. Harmless fun with a curvy girl who clearly had a sensitive body.

Theo clapped his hands once. "So how do we start? You already talked to her twice, Jax. Got any tips?"

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. "We take it slow at first. She's shy. Works the late shift, so she's usually alone in the hallways after most people settle down. Help her with heavy stuff, compliment the uniform, get close. Notice how fast she reacts. Last night I helped her with trash and she stared at me like I was magic. Tonight in the gym? I lifted her chin and whispered something simple - her face went red instantly. I bet she was already soaked just from that."

Miles nodded thoughtfully. "Body worship angle might work well with her. She seems like the type who doesn't hear nice things about her curves often. Soft belly, thick thighs... plenty to praise."

"Exactly," I agreed. "And she's responsive. That's the key. We don't force anything. Just friendly help that turns flirty. See who can get her breathing heavy first, then moaning. Winner gets the beer, and we all get to enjoy the show."

Theo grinned wide, already looking excited. "I like it. I can be the fun one - tease her while she's cleaning, make her laugh, then catch her off guard with a touch. You be the bold one, Jax. Miles can do that quiet intense thing he's good at."

We spent the next while tossing ideas back and forth. I described how Lila had looked reaching for the top shelf - uniform riding up, soft body stretching, cheeks pink from embarrassment and effort.

Miles mentioned he'd seen her pushing the cleaning cart earlier and noted how her hips swayed naturally. Theo joked about leaving his door open while gaming shirtless to see if she'd stare.

The more we talked, the clearer the plan became. This wasn't about being mean like the other guys in the dorm. This was different - turning the teasing into something mutual and hot. Lila seemed sweet underneath the shyness. If she got wet that easily from just my voice and a whisper, she might actually enjoy the attention once we warmed her up.

I crushed the empty can in my hand and tossed it toward the recycling bin. "Ground rules: nothing that makes her uncomfortable for real. If she says stop, we stop. But I have a feeling she won't. She's got that look - curious, horny, trying to hide it."

Miles finally smiled a little. "As long as it stays fun."

"It will," I promised. "Think about it. Late nights, empty hallways, curvy girl in a tight uniform that's already too small for her. We help her reach high places, 'accidentally' brush against her, whisper dirty little compliments. Watch her thighs press together when she gets turned on. See who can make her whimper first."

Theo laughed again, but this time it was eager. "Free beer and a chance to play with the new cleaner? Count me in twice."

We shook on it right there - a quick fist bump between the three of us to seal the deal. The bet was official. Whoever made Lila moan the loudest would drink for free the whole next month.

The Bet