Thread: Slave Maid For Sale

He smiled at her and replied, No, it's just you. I don't have a regular maid staff, which is why I use a service. You're just here for the regular weekly 'maintenance cleaning'--dusting, sweeping, vacuuming, emptying trash bins, making the beds, cleaning any obvious smudges on windows, mirrors, and other glass, and making sure all seven bathrooms are cleaned and fully restocked, the sort of things the average maid service does in a major hotel every day. I hire an entire squad of twelve girls to come in every three months and do the major jobs like polishing the silver, waxing and buffing the hardwood, washing all the walls and windows, shampooing the rugs and carpets, and my laundry is sent out, so that's never an issue for you girls, other than dumping the bed linens you change into the laundry chute that's on each floor. His eyes were obviously continuing to rove her body, frequently returning to her breasts, but surprisingly making actual eye contact on a frequent basis. He quite definitely appeared to feel that having paid huge sums for her to clean in that outfit, it was his right, part of his paid for service, to oogle her luscious body as much as he wanted. But he also quite obviously was completely capable of keeping his hands to himself. He didn't move them towards her a single time the entire time he was talking to her. Continuing to acquaint her with her tasks he said, The kitchen staff takes care of keeping the kitchen, pantry, and other kitchen related storerooms neat, clean, and tidy, so you won't have to do anything in that area of the house. Normally when I have a girl in for cleaning, they make an extra portion of whatever they're fixing for lunch and dinner so that you can share in the meal, but my head cook is on vacation and her assistant is home with the flu, so I'm afraid you'll have to settle for my meager skills. Lunch will just be subs, and for dinner I'll attempt to prove I haven't lost all my talent at fending for myself since successfully riding the dot com bubble. He smiled self-deprecatingly, eagerly anticipating the response he would get from the well-prepared food his classically trained cooking skills would put before her that evening. You have an hour's break for both lunch and dinner, on the clock, and three twenty minute breaks, one this morning, one this afternoon, and one after dinner, that you may take whenever you desire, all also on the clock. I noted the time the doorbell rang and you will be on the clock from that moment until I bid you farewell again at this doorway, including whatever time you might have to wait for a cab this evening. He could afford to be so generous, she was never getting paid for any job again, but in actuality, these were the terms under which all the girls who cleaned his place did their job. He had struck it rich in the dot com boom and got out with his vast fortune before the dot com bust. If he weren't a geek with the long-term social skills of a gnat, he probably would have already developed a permanent, non-coerced relationship with one of the pretty girls who had worked in his place. At least two of the ones he had paid for special panties for had no regrets at all in the morning to the extent of being in no rush to leave his luxurious bed even though the drugs had worn off long before they woke up. One had even seriously hinted, in a way that any more socially cognizant lover couldn't have possibly missed, that she quite happily would have stayed permanently, suggesting he might hire her as his permanent live-in maid, but really meaning she was willing to become his mistress. He merely quoted the cleaning agency's service contract that forbade hiring any of their girls permanently for at least a year after they'd done a job at his place. That clause was there, of course, to ensure that a client didn't take matters into their own hands and enslave a girl without paying the agency for her and just claim they'd hired her onto their own staff. You can hang your coat on that rack standing in the corner behind you there, and don't worry, it will be our little secret that you had it the agency need never know. Gesturing towards the staircase he said, Let me show you where the cleaning materials, bed linens, and bathroom supplies are stored. However, he made no move towards the staircase and it could easily be assumed that he intended for her to proceed him up the stairs once she had hung up her coat so that he could enjoy the view from below and behind her. And he apparently knew how obvious his intentions were, because he shrugged his shoulders and smiled in a way that wordlessly proclaimed, Well, I am paying outrageously for exactly this sort of opportunity, after all.