Thread: Maid or Slave? (Viktoff&DangerousDanielle)

James was certainly an unusual sight himself, but this Veronica-lady wasn't hard on the eyes, either. His smile grew as she mentioned the maid position. It wasn't visible on his face, but he was so very bored and lonely here. The occasional guest that was the least bit social was rather nice, but James, needed to exert his built up desires on a woman. And here one was. A tinsy tiniest bit older woman who was desperate enough to actually take up the offer on one of the three flyers he ever actually printed. She made for obvious prey, not that James was going to reveal his hand of cards this early in the game. You seem fairly well dressed, Veronica. And since I get a good vibe from you, you're hired. Right this way. He'd usher her in with a long, black sleeved, fairly defined arm. The movement was so crisp, a corny move made so charming by his extraterrestrial eyes and smile. The front door would be shut behind her as a mechanical sound would signify the automated lock. Don't worry, all doors remain unlocked from the inside. Every bathroom, room and even these front doors. Leaving is as easy was walking out the door. Provided that my clientele are a rather cautious, very mvp bunch, the purpose of this, building is to provide luxury and privacy. You'll find this place to be quite a different experience, even when compared to five star hotels. He explained calmly, naturally. Not like a business man who has rehersed the lines over and over like a robot. He continued walking up the long hall and stopping before the receptionist desk he was previously lounging at. The way they were facing, the front door was behind them and the television was to their left. On the right was a cheesy but atmospheric chinese wishing fountain. Hand-chiseled square stones line and define the fountain as a jet at the bottom forces the water to shoot upward and fall back down into the fountain. At the bottom of that water was assorted quarters. Against the walls that faced the desk, the same wall the hall, ended at, two mini couches, like long armchairish benches, sat on each side. Without waiting a moment longer than it would take for her to see such details, James would walk to their left side of the desk where another hallway lead to three elevators, a staircase was on the rightside of the desk, But James felt rather lazy. Pressing the button to the middle elevator, sounds quickly made their way to their ears. Machinery, but not eary annoying sounds. The elevator door opened to a large elevator, which was, fitting for the space between each elevator. The numbers for each floor, leading up to floor nine, were seemingly carved in bubble shapes on the elevator's wall. The number one was filled with a red light, but James pressed his index finger gently over the number two which was above it. The once unlit number two lit up with white immediately, it was almost like a touch screen display. Come along now, I'll show you to your reserved room. He vocally suggested she should join him on the elevator, even though the situation and previous subtext should have made such a move obvious, he just loved telling her what to do, even if he wasn't being stern or yelling it. In a matter of seconds, the door shut and they quickly arrived at floor two. Stepping out, he pointed to a door that was unmarked to their right. That's the staircase. He spoke bluntly, then pointing to the unmarked door to their left. That's the supplies closet, each floor has one. A trash compactor, access to the chutes that leads to the laundry room, and the chute to the dumpster outside, behind rhe building. I'll get you the keycard that grants you access to those rooms. He spoke rather naturally still, as if she wasn't exactly his millionth employee or something. He continued to walk, but only a few more steps to the room marked '200' on the left. The first number stands for the floor, the first two rooms, of each floor, on the left then right, are rooms zero zero and room zero one respectively. He did enjoy using non-casual English, at times. His time spent around college folk was also short, but for the opposite reason. There are forty rooms on each floor, ten large rooms, fifteen normal, ten small or pet rooms, and five smoking rooms. With the first room on each floor being room zero, this makes the final room number thirty nine. Some of it was self explanatory, but he felt it was fairly necessary. After retrieving what would appear to be a white-backed playing card, James held it to the door lock. It was apparent that both sides were completely white. He pushed the door open to a large suite room, the only modifications being a kinky short skirted yet somewhay traditional black and white maid outfit hung up in the window, and there only being one bed. It was quite spacious with everything one could need or want for. Welcome to your room. James spoke with his same casual smile before setting the keycard on the counter and stepping in. He sat at the foot of the bed, looking out the large window at the other buildings in the city. That there is your uniform. It is to be worn as-is. He smirked and closed his eyes. Don't worry, there's a bra on the same hanger, it's hiding in the top.