The Maid (Both Sides of the Story) (2 page)

When she was fully
dressed, they walked back out to the main room. She bent to pick up
her feather duster, her ass still hanging out from the bottom of her
skirt, and he felt that heat in his stomach starting again. He came
over and hugged her, enjoying the feel of her body against him.
"Merci," he said, as he gave her ass one last squeeze. She
shivered and gasped "Monsieur!" this time more chiding than
surprised. She smiled and pulled out the bill for the cleaning
company, which he realized wasn't covered by the cash he gave her
earlier. He laughed and wrote her a check, and she gave him a kiss on
the cheek before sashaying out of his apartment and out of his life.
He checked his phone, and saw that she had called herself, and saved
the contact as “Sophie”. He frowned a little when he
thought of how this was a one-time experience. He wished he could see
her again, but he didn’t have that kind of money. His house may
not be sparkling clean, but it was definitely worth every cent.

Her story:

Claire was smart.
Things just came easily to her and she enjoyed finding solutions to
problems. She was hard working, and earned straight A's in high
school, graduating at the top of her class. In college she had earned
A’s again, but despite again graduating at the top of her
class, was frustrated with finding a job that paid what she was
worth. She applied to graduate school and got in to her top choice on
her first try. It was a private school, so it was super expensive,
but it was the best program in the nation. She didn’t want to
rack up a massive student debt, so she needed something with more
money and less hours of work to at least pay the rent and groceries.

One of her college
friends had started stripping their senior year, and Claire thought
that sounded like a good time. She knew she was hot enough to earn a
good wage, but she quit after just one night, as she couldn't stand
being touched by so many drunk, ugly men. It was part of the job, she
understood that, but she just couldn't handle it. The actual dancing
and having men look at her with desire was fun, but having to put up
with men she didn’t want touching her, or buying lap-dances,
was not. There was one group she didn’t mind being touched by,
a group of four frat guys. It's not that she particularly liked them,
or frat guys in general, but they were good looking and treated her
alright while she was talking to them. She tried to stay near their
table when she wasn’t dancing, but an old guy with a gold tooth
kept buying lap dances from her. He smelled like beer and vomit and
kept trying to feel her up instead of sitting politely like he was
supposed to. She felt physically ill after the second dance and was
incredibly grateful when one of the frat guys called her over and
saved her from a third. She didn’t make much money off those
four boys, but she didn’t feel like showering in Lysol after
sitting on their laps either. One of them had offered her money to
come party with them after her shift, and she might have taken them
up on it, but she was already disgusted and worn out from the
evening's events.

She was
propositioned three times that night for sex. Her friend said that
being offered money for sex was just another part of the job, and
some girls made a killing doing it. She strongly considered it-
Claire enjoyed sex and considered herself pretty good at it. She had
already been paid for sex once, and it was an easy and fun way to
make money. It was definitely more rewarding than picking up a
one-night stand at a bar. She wanted different clientele than the
strip-club though. Claire thought about that for a while and was
wondering what she could do to show off her fantastic body while not
being required to allow them to touch her.

Since the stripping
gig didn’t really work out, she still needed a part-time job
she could work through school with. She scoured the paper and
Craigslist, trying to decide between an office secretary or a diner
waitress position when she ran across an ad looking for beautiful
women for a themed cleaning job. When she called them and they said
that it paid $60 an hour, she jumped at the chance. They hired her,
but during their training, they said that having sex with clients was
strictly forbidden. However, one of the girls there said that as long
as they didn't get complaints from customers, the bosses turned a
blind eye toward it. The company only booked the customers and
recommended Claire buy several outfits for the job, as some customers
liked schoolgirls, cheerleaders, or secretaries to clean their houses
or offices. The interviewer told her that with her complexion and
build she would make a great French maid and asked if she knew any
French. She had taken French I in high school, and could pull off a
decent accent so she decided to try that outfit first.

The first time she
tried the outfit, she was tipped an extra $20 and asked to return.
The second time, she was tipped $30 and propositioned for more. The
third made her almost $1,000 and a great orgasm. The best part was
that if she received an offer that she didn’t want, she could
just pretend not to understand what they wanted and not offend them
before they tipped her. She decided that the French maid was her best
avenue to getting paid to get laid. Most of her clients were rich,
and kept themselves well. She cleaned about three houses a day, three
days a week, and probably had sex with two of those clients a week.
She had turned down many offers, which she found easy to do
pretending not to know English. She had turned these people in to her
boss, and in turn they never questioned her when she stayed a little
late at a client's house or was requested to clean someplace multiple
times a week. She drove a nice car, was going to be able to pay for
graduate school, and was planning a trip to Europe in the summer. She
had a couple of regulars, housecleaning and otherwise, and was
referred on a flattering basis. She could easily juggle nine to
fifteen hours of "work" a week and school, and she was
going to make the Dean's List at school. Life was good, she was
making good money, and she was loving all the sex she got.

Yes, life was
good. Since her main job was still cleaning houses, she took regular
clients that just wanted their house cleaned. So when she came into
work one day and found that there was a guy asking for a cute foreign
brunette, she took it over the ones that wanted schoolgirls or
secretaries. It was her favorite outfit to work in and she had
another client later in the day who had requested it. She got dressed
and headed over in her work car, her aunt’s beat up Oldsmobile.
When she got there, she discovered it was just an apartment. She
sighed and realized the guy inside was probably poor and wouldn't be
tipping her well, but she put on a happy face and decided to make the
most of it. She thought for the tenth time this month that maybe she
should quit this job and become a call girl for the guys that
frequented her now, and just work off references. She put the thought
out of her head for now, and walked up the stairs to the door. She
rang the doorbell and waited patiently. When the door opened, a good
looking guy in his mid 20s opened the door. He was tanned, about six
feet tall, with short hair and a cute smile. He looked her up and
down, and then said, "Hi! Are you the cleaner?" She thought
about saying, “No, I just walk around in a French maid outfit
for fun,” but she used her canned response , in heavily
accented English.

"My name is
Sophie. I clean house." She never used her real name for this
job.

"Oh, you
speak English?" This was her favorite part, getting to play the
part of a foreigner and getting away with it.

"No, I clean
house."

"Oh, Bonjour!
Je m'appelle Caleb." His accent was atrocious, but the thought
was there.

"Cay-lob, I
clean house?" she asked, sweetly. He let her in and she put her
purse down, which contained the Taser she had used when guys got too
frisky. When he closed the door behind her, she took another look at
him. He was very handsome, just her type of guy. He was more muscular
than she had first thought, and seemed very light on his feet. She
noticed some well used boxing equipment in the corner and figured it
was probably his form of stress relief. She tried not to check him
out again, but she had a thing for fighters. She concentrated on not
staring and got to work picking up his laundry. He only had shirts
lying on the floor so she knew he had picked up a little for her. The
idea of cleaning up for the maid tickled her, but she appreciated it
anytime a client did it. She found some dress shirts on the floor and
put them in his bin. Definitely not a rich guy, but probably a pretty
well off bachelor, she thought. While dusting, she came across a
check from his company for $1000. Okay, not bad, so maybe he could
afford her. He was pretending to watch TV, but wasn't doing a very
good job of hiding the fact that he was staring at her. She could
handle that, it was part of the deal after all, but she found herself
feeling turned on by his eyes.

She decided to give
him a little show, bending over where he could see, reaching a little
higher than necessary to dust, enjoying watching him. He was trying
so hard not to stare it was impossible not to like him. She wanted to
see more of what he would do, so she got on her tippy toes to clean
the ceiling fan. Wouldn't you know it, the dear got a step ladder for
her to use. “And I thought chivalry was dead”, she mused.
Claire stepped up the ladder and he went and got her a wet cloth.
Wow, she thought, he's is the first guy who actually did something to
help. He was quickly climbing the ranks as one of her favorite
customers. His looks were definitely helping him become a favorite
too. His t-shirt showed off his arms and the way he moved around the
room made her temperature rise. Definitely a fighter.

She traded him the
cloth for the duster, and really got to cleaning the fan. All of a
sudden, she felt something brush against her legs. It was her feather
duster, and it was going higher and higher. Claire knew she was hard
to resist, but could she resist this guy? He was just her type, had
shown some manners, and now was showing initiative. Besides, she was
having a hard time resisting those well muscled arms. She decided to
wait and see how far he would go. When he grabbed her ass, she
instantly got wet.

"Monsieur!"
she squeaked at him, barely able to stay in character she was so
turned on. She grabbed the feather duster back pretending to be angry
rather than horny, wanting to see how far he was willing to go to
keep her there.

"Sorry, um,
um, desolee," he said. It seemed genuine and cute. She stopped
just short of her purse, put her hand on the table and used her other
hand to lift up her skirt.

"You like?"
she asked. Claire had him right where she wanted him when he nodded
his head quickly. She decided she'd give him a little discount. She
wrote down $900, and gave him the paper.

"No, I can't."
He frowned and looked frustrated. She pouted, sincerely disappointed,
thinking maybe she had done something wrong. She went to leave, but
he stopped her. He went into the back room, and she could hear him
rooting through his things. He came back a moment later with $690.
She laughed to herself, it was so much less than her going rate, and
she might have asked him to go to an ATM if she knew that much
French, but she was also so turned on that she would have considered
doing it for free. Or at least a nice dinner.

"Oui,"
she said, as she tucked the money away, and came in for a kiss. He
was obviously obsessed with her ass, and he grabbed at it
immediately. She worked hard to keep that ass in shape and enjoyed
having it played with and appreciated. He was a good kisser too. She
found herself hungering for more than just his lips and mouth, and
his hands felt good on her ass. He grabbed her hips and when he
leaned back she wrapped her legs around him, feeling his growing
erection. She could feel how strong he was as he lifted her up and
carried her to his bedroom. If he wanted to get right down to it, she
thought, so much the better, I've got other appointments today. When
he set her down, she moved to the bed and again, got on her tip toes,
showing him her lacy underwear. He took the hint and peeled her black
lacy panties off, and as he kissed down her legs another shiver went
through her. She stepped out of her panties, she spread her legs back
open, and found his hand grazing her labia. The light touch sent
shivers up her spine and fanned the fire growing deep inside her.
When he started eating her out, she felt like someone had cranked the
thermostat to high she was so hot and bothered.

It felt really
good, even when his tongue brushed against her anus, something she
didn't usually like. He went all over her crotch, finally settling on
her clit, giving her the greatest sensations of pleasure. Little
bolts of electricity kept shooting through her body as he licked and
sucked on her. She let out a low moan as he found a rhythm and she
felt herself climbing towards an orgasm. She concentrated on the
amazing sensation of it building, growing and then the sweet moment
right before release. A shock-wave rushed through her and left her
dizzy. He scooted out from under her and turned her around gave her a
kiss. She could taste her cum on his lips- salty and sweet. He then
suddenly shoved her on the bed, turning her on even more, making her
pussy even wetter. He then got between her legs and began licking her
again with that tongue. She hadn’t been eaten out like this in
a very long time. She grabbed his head in her hands, pushing his face
into her crotch, trying to keep the pleasure rising. She felt him
start touching her with his fingers, and then sliding one, then two
fingers into her. It felt amazing to have him in her and she felt
another orgasm sliding into place. When he found her g-spot, she lost
all control of her breathing and arched her back with sheer pleasure
as she came onto his fingers. She whimpered as he pulled his fingers
out and stood up.