Upscale Family

The Hearthie family is a pretty established one, living in upstate New York, just north of the city. Dad is a lawyer, Mom works for a fashion company as a higher up executive. The eldest child, a daughter, has already moved cross country and married. Meanwhile the rest of the family consists of two children: A 21 year old daughter who's attending college while living at home and harbors a deep secret, and an 18 year old son finishing his senior year of high school who's got a constant itch for sex that he can't ever seem to scratch.

Recently, the family's maid retired at the ripe old age of 63, and they've had to hire a newer maid. The first few the agency sent didn't last long. One was an alcoholic, one was stealing, and one was more like a drill sergeant who liked to try and run their lives.

So now the agency has sent a new girl, younger than the others had been. At only 20, she's a native of the east coast, born in Delaware in a small town. She's quiet, reserved, does as she's told, and absolutely gorgeous, if not a but more innocent looking than normal.

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The game would primarily focus around the interactions of the family and the new maid, going about their daily lives. I'll provide a brief description of each of the characters below. Note, I'm leaving the names up to the players.:

Roger Hearthie(The_Gladiator):
A powerful lawyer working for a big time law firm in the city. He's handsome, despite the fact that he's in his late 40s by now, but is suffering from the loneliness of having a loveless marriage.

Mrs. Hearthie:
A type-A controller, Mrs. Hearthie works as an executive for a big fashion company in the city. She runs her life with efficiency and if it weren't so hectic, would likely run her entire family's lives as well. She's a mild drinking problem, but nothing severe enough to constitute calling her an alcoholic. For the past six years she hasn't slept with her husband, instead turning her sights on to those(men and women) who are more easily controlled.

Madison Hearthie(RebeccaRose):
A college student at the local private college, she got in thanks to her parent's money and her good grades. Ever since high school, she's harbored the secret that she's a lesbian, keeping it from her family for fear of being ridiculed.

Sebastian Hearthie(YoungLord):
A high school student in his senior year, he's the typical prep in the way he looks, always dressing in designer clothes and insisting he drive the nicest car. Ever since he was in middle school, he's been a horndog, always chasing the skirts of the girls around him.

The Maid(JewelSkye):
Liliana is a quiet, subservient thing with a talent for pleasing those around her. She goes about her job quietly, does what needs to be done, and then goes back to the small apartment she lives in above the Hearthie's garage at the end of the day, living on the premisis should they need her for anything.

Mr. Hearthie's Secretary:
A woman with a heart of gold, she's the type who can be docile and loving with her man one moment, then take charge of the situation and put her foot down the next. She's been working for Mr. Hearthie for some time now, and while she developed feelings for him early on, the two have never done more than flirt.

"So"?

Sebastian turned to his friend Curtis the asker of the one word question, he knew what Curtis wanted to know, it was what all of the others wanted to know.

'Had Sarah Sanderson put out?' Seb turned back to look at the retreating figure of a 5'9 blonde with a body to kill for , he'd spent a whole month working it with her , gaining the trust of her nervous father so that the old man's little princess would be allowed to date him.

When he'd tried to get some she had responded with those immortal words 'I'm not that type of girl' her dad really didn't have anything to be nervous about.

Sebastian sighed then turned to Curtis "Nothing , a bit of a feel over her top and a slap once my hand touched thigh, that girl is a cock free zone" the bitterness touched his face.

"So are you breaking up with her" Curtis asked hope in his voice, Sarah was the best looking girl for miles

Sebastian smiled "Not today she may not want to fuck right now but I'm not going to give up besides"...he nodded towards a group of junior girls watching him with interest "...dating my little princess gets me noticed by fresh talent"

Ten minutes later Sebastion was driving home in his Aston Martin, 500 dollar sunglasses doing their job on yet another beautiful day but behind the wheel of his car Sebastian was an angry young man ...he wasn't getting any, living in this town was like living in a nunnery.

What he needed was someone hot, someone who would do what he wanted when he wanted up to and including putting out.

The car turned into a large property ...home ..the house of madness.

Liliana tucked a stray curl of her long flame colored hair behind one tiny seashell ear, a soft sigh leaving her lips. It was only her fourth day on property, and she'd yet to meet most of the family, having spent most of her time moving into the apartment above the garage that had once belonged to the other maids who'd lived there. She was never around when they left for work and school, usually only having time to keep the house clean before returning to her previous tasks.

But today was her first day where she was sure she'd run into some of the family members, as she was done unpacking and moving into her apartment. The low-heeled shoes she wore were quiet on the dark red wood flooring of the expansive house, and that loaned to the girl's quiet charm. Most never even knew she was there when she worked for them. Her long hair had been swept up into a bun, save a few curls that fell around her face and danced against the back of her neck.

She wore a traditional maid's outfit, the skirt falling to just above her knee, loose enough to allow easy movement but not short enough to be improper. The top was a low cut enough neckline to show off the beginnings of what was, from the way her top hugged her shapely body, a generous bit of cleavage. She heard the car pull up in front of the house, pulling into the driveway and hurried to the kitchen.

By the time Sebastian would reach the front door of the expansive house, the young beauty would just be entering the foyer, a tray with a single tall glass of fresh iced tea on it. "Thirsty, sir?" she asked in her sweet as honey voice, offering him a small smile as she brought it down where he could easily reach it.

Sebastian opened the door , he didn't bother shouting 'I'm home' none of his family would be home , and even if they were his family wasn't really a 'I'm home' family.

Sebastian closed the door behind him he , up until this point, hadn't been paying attention to his surrounds.

Then he heard "Thristy, Sir?" his mind registered new maid as his face turned to the sound

"Ye..." the word stopped in his throat , she was quite simply stunning ,she was unbelievable she was like a wet dream.

Taking the sunglasses from his eyes to sit on top his forehead the smile that touched Sebastians face was genuine "Yes , yes I am " Taking a few step's forward he took the offered refreshment.

Taking a sip he Sebastian announced "This is great" and it was. Closer she was if possible even more of a beauty "I'm Sebastian and you are?"

Be charming ,Sebastian told himself and her legs could be hooked around your back sooner rather than later....with a bit of luck

When he took the tea, she lowered the tray and held it in front of her, smiling softly at his compliment, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. "Thank you very much, I'm glad you like it," she responded in the most polite of tones. And then he introduced himself... but of course, she already knew his name, that was part of her job. Know the family, their schedules, likes and dislikes, and make them as happy as possible.

"Liliana," she introduced herself, bobbing a curtsy. She doubted he'd remember her name in a few days... she was just the hired help, after all... nothing more. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Sir," she commented, and stood there, waiting to see if he would dismiss her before finishing his tea, or if he'd finish it and hand her the empty glass before doing so.

"Is there anything else you require?"

'Is there anything else you require?'

The question offered so many possibilities most of them well worth exploring, and the curtsy where the hell had this girl done her maid training?, Buckingham Palace.

A little plan came to mind , with a bit of charm and a bit of boldness he'd get a leg over very quickly.

"Well Liliana its a pleasure meeting you there is something you could do for me if you don't mind, I have to get something from the garage I was wondering if you could take my bag to my bedroom, I'd be really grateful"

As Liliana walked away with his bag Sebastian smiled she was hot , Sarah Sanderson hot maybe even hotter.

And she was going into his bedroom , when she disappearred from view he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his cellphone "Ah there you are" he said to himself before following the maid , his mind working overtime wondering if he should take it slowly or just go for it , the hardness below told him it's desired option.

Liliana's tiny hand took his bag, and she nodded, curtsying once more before turning and walking out of sight. She made a short stop in the kitchen, putting the tray on the counter before moving back out into the hall and climbing the wide staircase up to the second floor of the house, where the children's rooms were. The master bedroom was on the ground floor, of course, as that floor was ideal for the setup the Hearthies had chosen when they designed the house.

Once at the top of the stairs, she followed the hall down to the door she knew lead to his room. After all, she'd just changed the sheets on his bed that morning and cleaned up the mess he'd left the night before.

Inside the room, she moved and hung the bag from a peg on the back of his door before moving to make her way back out into the hall and downstairs, where she had every intention of returning to her duties. She still had to start preparing dinner, after all.

Sebastian got to her just as Liliana was about to walk out of his room, he noticed that her hands were empty which meant no tray this girl moved quickly.

Caught a little off guard by not getting to her when she was fully in his room , Sebastian thought quickly "Thanks so much Liliana your a life saver" his eyes did a quick scan of her body there was certainly enough showing to suggest just how spectacular her body was.

"So Liliana, thats a beautiful name by the way " his hand casually placed on her shoulder.

" You don't know how to do massage do you?, only my coach says I have to have my shoulder massaged daily and mother normally does it for me but she's likely to be working late" the lie came smoothly he hadn't done anything beyond gym class since he'd hit high school.

Massage? Well... that was a certainly an odd request, but Liliana saw nothing wrong with it. "Well... I mean... I don't know very much about it, Sir..." she stumbled over her own words, a small blush coloring her cheeks. She must have sounded like a bumbling idiot, standing there and stuttering as she tried to talk to him.

She didn't know he was into sports, and was fairly certain no one at the agency had ever mentioned that, but she didn't argue the point. Perhaps they'd simply left that part of it out, or he'd just recently joined a team. "I'll be happy to do what I can after I get dinner started... I'd hate to be late putting it on and have the rest of the family be delayed."

She lifted those eyes to look up at him, wide and innocent looking, sweet as candy, her voice smooth like honey.

Sebastian smiled his mind working , should he push it?

Part of him wanted to get between those legs as soon as possible, but the bigger part of him knew time was on his side, besides he could play the long game he'd done that with the Sanderson's and that particular game was still in progress.

"Of course Liliana , forgive me I really shouldn't be hogging your time" he said with a smile and gently removed his hand from her shoulder via the entire lenght of her upper arm

"Don't worry about a good massage mother is not exactly an expert"

Letting the maid pass by , Sebastian walked in to his room when the door closed , he clinched his hand and a silent "yes" escaped his lips.

Slipping past him, Liliana held her breath until she was in the hall and his door closed. Exhaling, she closed her eyes and smoothed her uniform over her curvaceous body. Something about him made her entire body tremble... the closer he'd been to her, the more she swore she could feel the heat, the sheer maleness of him.

And despite how nice he seemed, she was sure he could feel the tension too... if he was not the one creating it in the first place, anyway. It was near-maddening to think about, that she was only here for four days and had just met one of the members of the family... one of the children of the family no less, and already she was have thoughts that were less than innocent.

Shaking her head, she moved down the stairs and through the halls to the kitchen, where she pulled a defrosted roast from the refrigerator. Cutting away the plastic wrapping it, she slowly lowered the thing into a Crockpot full of water, then set to washing and peeling potatos in the sink that could be added to the water, which would soon become broth as juices were cooked into and out of the meat.

It wouldn't be long, she knew, before the rest of the family would begin to show up, and she just hoped the roast was ready in time for dinner to be served.

Roger Hearthie

Sighing, Roger Hearthie slammed his lap top closed, and began to pack it away. It had been a long day, meeting with clients, reviewing case files, etc. He was glad to be heading home early. He hoisted his bag to his shoulder and turned to exit his office. He smiled at his secritary, a woman he had known professionally for months, but some part of him wished he could know on a more personal level. "I am leaving for the day. If you could just finish up and close the office when you leave I'd appreciate it." Roger got an afirmative nod from the woman who was on the phone with someone. Closing the outer office door, Roger headed for the elivator, to travel down the 86 floors to the parking garage, where his car was stored. Climbing in, he began the long drive towards home. Traffic was hurrendous, adding almost an hour to his travel time, however he still arrived home earlier than normal. He saw his son's car in the driveway, he hadn't pulled into the five car garage, did the boy think he was going somewhere later? Not if his father had anything to say about it. His son had done poorly on an exam the other day, and Roger had tried to forbid Sabastian from going out with his friends, but not consulting him, his wife had let him go. Everyone knew that as controling as she was, if you caught her when she was distracted, she would agree just to get you to go away. Roger was angered by this, she had underminded his authority, and when he had consulted his wife, the response he got was none too pleasing. Apparently she thought she was to be the one in charge of punishment. It was supposed to be a colaborative effort, or at least in his opinion. He sighed, he needed to get into a better mood, thoughts of his wife made him angry. Their marriage had been a loveless one for years, born of necessity, and convenience. Now, years and three kids later, she had no time for Roger. He suspected she was having extramarital affairs bt he was unable to prove it. Besides at this time a divorce would just be more hastle than it was worth. Still, Roger wondered if he should keep his vows in tact if his wife did not.
Climbing out of the car Roger walked to the door, punching in his code to deactivate the security system, as well as let the Maid know which family member was arriving he stepped into the house, and began to slide his shoes off. He could use his customary scotch on the rocks, and wondered if this new girl responsible for remembering such things would remember his prefference. He sighed and looked towards the kitchen as he moved into the living area to take a seat in the chair and awate the drink. He had been working late, and could honestly say he hadn't met the new maid, although she had been there a few days.

Liliana was in the kitchen, and over the water running into the sink where she was washing and peeling the potatoes, she didn't hear him pull up. It wasn't until she heard the security system being deactivated that she realized someone was home. And not just any someone... the man of the house himself. Dropping the potato she'd been peeling, she set the peeler aside and hastily washed her hands.

Hurrying to dry her hands, she moved to the liquor cabinet to pull down a bottle of scotch. A few moments later and she was putting ice in a glass, then adding the amber liquid to it. He was certainly home earlier than expected, but for once the little maid was happy for the list of notes and preferences on each family member their prior maid, the one who'd been with them for years, had left her.

Placing the glass on a tray, she walked at a brisk but still calm pace into the living area. When her eyes landed on Roger Hearthie, she smiled pleasantly as she made her way over, full hips swaying some with each step. Holding the tray down where he could easily take his drink from it, she smiled some. "Forgive my delay, sir, you're home earlier than I expected."

Roger Hearthie

Roger nodded as he took his drink, "Please, no appology is necessary. I did manage to escape the office early." he commented with a slight laugh. "You are Liliana, are you not?" he asked conversationally taking a sip of his drink as he waved her to a seat on the couch beside him. He was always someone who liked to talk, which was one of her nots on Roger. one of the notes read, "He is a lonely man, we shared some long talks, be good to him, and he will treat you like a human being, not just a servant."

Roger waited to see if she would except his offer, or return to her work elsewhere.

Roger Hearthie was a hansom man, even at 49, going on 50. His hair was still a rich dark chocolate brown, and his green eyes held intelligence and openness in their gaze.

Liliana smiled. Just the man's countenance explained why the other maid had liked him so much. He was a handsome man, and personable with eyes that were at once expressive and wise. She could see where his son got his good looks from.

Sitting down on the edge of the couch, she nodded in response to his question. "Yes, sir," she answered, nodding once more to indicate that he had indeed gotten her name right. And now that she was sitting... now what? What should she say or do? Offer to get him another drink? A snack, perhaps? Dinner wouldn't be ready for a few more hours.

Deciding that offering him something to eat would be the best course of action, she spoke again. "Can I get you something to eat? Dinner shouldn't be ready until seven." Lifting those green eyes of hers to look up at him again, she smiled that sweet smile that seemed to light up not just her face, but the whole room once again.

He extended a hand to her, "Well Liliana, I am pleased to meet you. I am Roger, as I am sure you know." He considered her words, "Oh, no thank you. I will be fine until dinner is ready. Am I keeping you from your duties?" he asked kindly. In the light, his green eyes appeared to have slight hinds of golden brown in them, but they were not quite hazel, but close. He looked concerned that he might have been interupting her schedule with his time or conversation.

"Not at all, sir! After all, I'm here for your convenience, not the other way around," she offered with another smile. After a moment though, she stood and smoothed her uniform once more. "I do hope you like roast, I've one cooking in the kitchen now. I've just got to finish preparing the potatoes and carrots."

After finishing smoothing her uniform back out, she looked at the glass in his hand. "Can I get you another?" One hand lifted self consciously, smoothing her hair as it stretched over the top of her head back to where it was tied tight into it's bun.

She needed to get back to preparing their dinner, but of course he was quite welcome to follow if he wished to continue talking. "I should probably let you relax, sir..." she said, fidgeting slightly, obviously more than a bit shy.

"no no, I can get my own drink. Don't you worry. I'll let you get back to the cooking. I'll just follow you if I could." he said following her. He noted her selfconscious stance and actions and tried to give her a reassuring smile.
Roger had not always been wealthy, he had gained his wealth through his hard work, unlike his wife who had been born into money. His wife's family were what some would call old money, he was in the generation of new money, and the only reason his wife probably stayed with him, was new money or not, he still made more money than she did, she liked her lifestyle. The fact he made more than she did, did not stop her family from acting snobbish and ver hostile to him.
This fact was probably why he treated the servants like people, rather than tools, or slaves. He knew what it was like to work hard for everything.
He moved to the cabinet and pored himself a second glass of scotch while watching Liliana go to work on the food. "It smells delicious." he commented as he turned around to get more ice from the freezer.

It wasn't something she was used to... having one of the people she was a servant to say they'd get something for themselves. It almost made her feel like she wasn't doing a good enough job, but she nodded and bobbed a polite curtsy before leading the way into the kitchen. She could feel him behind her, and it made her more nervous than ever, so eager to please. She liked this job, she needed it... The last family she'd served hadn't lasted long. She'd left after a neighbor had tried to have his way with her. She'd fought him off, and he had threatened to go to the family and tell them she was stealing from them.

Rather than deal with it, she'd called the agency that day and walked away from the family forever, though it broke her heart to do so. They'd had two young children and she'd adored them, acting like a nanny to them between her duties as the maid.

Now though, standing at the sink and peeling potatoes, she smiled some as she glanced up at him. "Thank you very much. Would you prefer rolls or biscuits to go with it? I'm going to make a gravy as well."

he considered, "Biscuits or rolls." he mused, "I'm thinking the latter." he said, "Allow me to check with Sabastian," he walked to the intercom and punched the proper button, "Sebastian, do you want rolls or biscuits with dinner?" as he waited for his son's response he leaned on the counter, and turning on the sink began to wash the remaining potatoes for her, "Hope you don't mind." he said, "I used to enjoy cooking. Just tell me to buzz off if I'm in the way." he commented, using slang he had once heard friends of his children use.

With his added help, she soon found she'd peeled most of the potatoes she'd washed before he began, and moved to a cutting board, where she sliced them into large chunks and place them in the crockpot, around the roast itself, where they'd baste in the soon to be broth. As he continued to wash still more potatoes, she fetched a tupperware container with carrots that had already been sliced from the fridge.

Making her way to the crock pot, she dumped the carrots in and grabbed a baking sheet from one of the drawers, apparently having memorized the kitchen's organization already. Putting the sheet on the counter, she sprayed it with a non-stick substance and waited for a response on biscuits or rolls for the meal.

"Do you like iced tea?" she asked, moving to the fridge to check and make sure she'd made enough for the whole family during their meal. If not, she could always brew another pot. If the weather was nice enough tomorrow, she'd put out a batch of sun tea in the morning.

"Yes, I do, thank you very much." he said in regard for the tea. As they waited for a response he stared at her, "So, Liliana, tell me about yourself." he requested. "WHat kinds of things interest you, do you have family? How did you end up coming here." he said, and then appologised, "Sorry for the intterrigation," he said, "You don't have to answer, but I find I enjoy getting to know the people around me. Making you more than just a face, or a name."

"You are not going to believe how hot this maid is man she's ..no I'm not going to break up with Sarah damm Curtis get over her " Sebastian laughed "Why don't you go after Claire she likes you" Sebastian lifted his eyes in mock exasperation

Then he heard his father via the intercom walking after to the device he pressed the button, tempted to say 'surprise me' after his father's attempted at grounding him Sebastian went held his tongue

"Rolls thanks Dad"

Then walking back to his Mac he sat down "So you started that history assignment for Stimpson yet" shaking his head at the answer "you better get a move on man its due like Monday,... yeah I have almost anyway just gotta do the conclusion.." then Sebastian laughed " yeah I thought it started in December 41 too...dude I gotta get this homework away my dad's already tried to ground me once last thing I need is for him to make a second attempt if mother stays away for the weekend yeah catch ya"

Turning the cell phone off Sebastian looked at his math assignment and signed , Miss Turner obviously wasn't getting any either and she had taken it out on her class with some nasty nasty equations.

"Biatch" Sebastian said silently the hope of a bit of action with Liliana later on replaced with the reality of having a vindictive math teacher.

As soon as Sebastian's answer filtered over the intercom, Liliana nodded and moved to the fridge once more, pulling a container that appeared to be filled with round balls of rough from it. Moving back to the baking sheet, she began to lay them out on it, pondering over Mr. Hearthie's questions.

"I don't really have much of a family," that was the truth, too... Father had died when she was young, mother had been a 'maid' though in the house she'd been working in, it was more like a slave... she did whatever that man wanted... be it doing his laundry or sleeping with him.

In return though, Liliana lived in a nice town and went to a nice school, though it wasn't as good as the private school his own children went to. When she'd graduated high school, she saw little other choice than to follow in her mothers footsteps and become a maid. Of course... she'd actually gone to a school and been trained on etiquette and the like, then joined an agency.

"How did I end up coming here?" she asked, putting the baking sheet in the oven before moving the bowl to the sink and filling it with hot water. "The agency sent me here after the last few maids didn't work out," she answered simply. She didn't really feel right getting into the details of what had happened to separate her from the last family she'd worked for.

"My interests? Oh I guess I'm pretty boring... music, movies, I like to read..." she shrugged as she listed them off, smiling that lovely smile of hers. "I've never really had time to do much."

"My lady, those interests are not boring." he said, "We have some things in common, I always had an ear for music, and of course, Reading is all I did when I was a kid. Ah to have been froto Baggins." he said with a smile as he sank into memories. "Did you ever have a book character you wished you could become?" he asked Liliana. "Ah but aren't I just the sentamental fool." he said with a laugh as he moved passed Liliana, his hand brushing over her back as he set his empty glass in the sink and moved to get a clean glass as he then proceeded to pore himself a glass of tea.