Mischevious Maids... at your service.

[Guest]

OOC ~ A fantasy of many men and women is the idea of a maid, clad in the french maid costume fulfilling their every desire. This thread is designed to explore that fantasy...

Setting - Louisianna.
Time - Modern day.
Casting - Open. Create a character..maid or someone needing a maid and join in


IC -

Andrea sat at her kitchen table, exhausted from a day of waitressing at the local pizza parlor. Her ankles were swollen from being on her feet in the intense heat all day long. Despite having air conditioning in the building, she was still overheated in the kitchen. Massaging her ankles she reads the paper sprawled before her. Every day she perused the help wanted ads in hopes of finding something better. Generally she finds nothing.
For whatever reason, today she chose to read the "work wanted" ads. In it she notices an ad for a housekeeper. This particular lady was asking for $20 an hour to clean your home.

WOW! she thinks to herself...$20 would be good money. Beats $7 an hour plus tips hauling pizza. Closing the paper she stands and heads to the shower. Stripping her sweaty clothing off her body, she steps under the hot jets. Washing her body with her favorite body wash...the sponge gliding over her toned arms, supple breasts, soft abdomen and down her legs..her body bending to reach her toes. All the while the thoughts of such a job running through her head.

She reaches for her shampoo and washes her shoulder length blonde hair quickly. Clean, but enjoying the shower she remains inside contemplating an idea.

What if she offered herself as a maid? She had experience cleaning, she had cleaned her great grandmothers home twice a week until she passed away. She could do it...Maybe she could even start a maid service. Her co-workers all complained about wanting to quit, maybe one of them would consider it.

The idea fresh in her head, she hops out of the shower. Throwing on a robe and her fuzzy slippers she walks in to the living room and grabs her calendar and a sheet of paper. Noting what days she has off, she writes up her own add for the paper. Then calls them with it. Giving her creditcard info to complete the transaction, she awaits tomorrows paper.

Putting the information down ont he coffee table next to her, she thinks to herself this could be the beginning of an adventure. Who knows where it could lead.

Laughing to herself she remembers a costume in her closet. A short french maids outfit she had worn to a party last Halloween....maybe it is time to dig it back out.

 

[Sultry_Shade]

Pizza Parlor Purgatory

Corinne had just finished up the last batch of pizzas for the nights final delivery and felt like the kitchen of Tonio’s Pizza and Subs had become her own private hell. It was surely hot enough, and definitely torture to work slinging dough and sauce all hours of the day or night. This was definitely not the bright young red head’s dream job that was for sure.

She had watched her friend and coworker Andrea leave earlier with such jealousy as to be almost painful, she was so lucky to work days. This was definitely not the way for someone to feel about a job. She did her best to suppress her building frustration, but her mind kept worrying the issue like an old bone.

The only problem was education, wasn’t that always the problem? She didn’t have enough of it to get a high paying job and with her mother so sick she just couldn’t leave the old neighborhood. Never seemed like there were any options, she grumbles to herself, her plush mouth turned down into a frown.

Watching the last stack of pizzas leave the counter she grabs a towel and begins to mop up getting everything ready for closing time. Bidding the departing drivers a good night she turns back to the filthy parlor; sad that it wasn’t her turn yet to escape.

The sounds of the traffic die as the night slips into early morning. It is very late by the time Corinne is able to finish up all her duties. One of the worst parts of the job was leaving for that frightening walk home in the dark.

Grabbing her ancient black umbrella, and backpack she heads for the exit, shutting the lights off as she goes. Wishing against all wishes she could find something else, do something else. Anything but waste more time at this dead end job. Clutching the umbrella like a walking stick she slips into the darkness.

Locking the door behind her she begins her brisk jog home through the silent streets.

 

[Guest]

Rousing from her sleep, Andrea stares at her apartment window. The cheap shades let in a glimpse of the early morning sunlight, it falls on her dark-green bedspread cascading up her body to her face. She winces at the bright light while stretching.

Her dreams last night were full of splendor. The things she could do with the money she could make. The first of which would be getting a better apartment. This one bedroom efficiency apartment left something to be desired. Not that she had much to fill it, nor did she really need the space, but a girl likes room to breathe!

Grabbing her robe off the floor next to the bed, she climbs out and covers her naked body. After her normal morning ritual of brushing her teeth and hair she heads to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Opening the door to the hall first, she grabs her paper..smiling at the neighbor who for a brief moment sees her thighs peeking through her robe.

Setting down to the paper and coffee, she looks for her ad. There it was...a modest little ad..

Merry Maid Service
New maid service in town looking for clients.
Satisfaction guaranteed. Pay is negotiable.
Call 752-8879 and ask for Andrea
We live to Serve...

The ad looked bare, and could use some rewording as time goes by, but for now it seemed sufficient.

Her dreams last night were also very erotically charged. Images of men needing mades danced through her head. Her dressed to kill in a short black maid costume, teasing with the duster...as naughty as the thoughts were, they appealed to her.

Having been partnerless for so long, the sexual longing inside her overrode common sense. Imagining herself 'cleaning' a male client, or even a female client, made her squirm.

If my business takes that turn... she chuckles into the open air I will have to change the name to Mischevious Maids...

 

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[Sultry_Shade]

Reveling in her first sick day in months, Corinne stops by her favorite deli for the morning paper and a pastry. She’d needed a mental health day for far too long, today had been good as any. As she randomly peruses the want ads, her eyes catch on an ad with a familiar name and phone number attached.

“Hey, look at that.” She murmurs around a mouth full of cream cheese. “Well if it doesn’t look like Andrea is going into business for herself.” That girl always said she wanted to be self employed. Wonder if she could use any help, anything would be better then the pizza biz.

Circling the ad with a blue felt tip from her purse, she finishes her paper and snack, before returning to her apartment to give her friend from the Parlor a call. Contemplating on the way home, where she might find a maid’s uniform that didn’t look like it was straight out of an institution.

 

[msboy8]

Danny Arturo Wheel man

OOC: Raised in the streets, only 5'9", 155 lbs, but knows more about fighting dirty than anybody. Lost his virginity when he was 13 thanks to Uncle Ross and the neighborhood hooker. Raised to respect women, unless they were hookers or junkies. Has no use for junkies or drunks, thinks they are weak. Combs his Sandy brown hair over his blue eyes and wears an old chauffers cap.

IC:

I waz lookin' fer sumptin ta do. I needed some scratch ascap, well pronto. I dinna want to werk for da family, unk Ross still had a nikel left to serve. As much as I luv the glovermnt, hehehe. I dinna want to werk fer 'em.

Danny saw the ad in the paper, not that he read it, but it helped keep the carpet in his car, an old, but in good condition Caddy. It was an old pimp's car, but Danny had pulled off the hanging tasels and the curb-finders. He had left the shag carpeting on the floorboards though. It was still in good condition, even though the animal skin print went a little too far.

The ad read: (Danny could read OK, he just didn't see the point behind it.)

Merry Maid Service
New maid service in town looking for clients.
Satisfaction guaranteed. Pay is negotiable.
Call 752-8879 and ask for Andrea
We live to Serve...

Yeah, they needed a driver. One dude would go too far and they wouldn't be merry no more. Danny called the number and asked for the address, trying to explain that he was their new driver.

 

[Guest]

Lost in thought, Andrea reclines on her livingroom couch watching old Green Acres reruns on her 19 inch screen. Not really paying much attention to the show, her mind drifts to her new venture. Wondering if anyone will call...did she maybe set it up bad saying "maids"..if it were to be busy, could she handle the clientelle? Who could she ask for help?

The first lady that came to mind was Corrine. Knowing how badly she wanted out of the pizza parlor, she would be a logical place to start.

The phone ringing wakes her from her daydreams. She answers, introducing herself and awaits the response.

To her surprise it is a call about her ad, but not quite what she had in mind. The caller introduced himself as "Danny". However, he was not interested in a maid, he was looking for a job. Offering his services as a driver.

Andrea tried to explain that it was only a rinky dink operation thus far, no real jobs yet and that she did not know how she would pay him. He asked to swing by and introduce himself, tell her more about what he was offering and discuss what he would expect for payment.

Given she had explained all she could to him over the phone, she gave him her address and told him to come on over. They could talk in person.

 

[harley1899]

Jack Spencer

Jack was a 34 year old bachelor. His businesses kept him very busy and away from his house, friends and also relationships. He is 6'4 and was still in outstanding physical condition from his days as a college basketball player.

He found himself home from another month long business trip to Tokyo, New York, and Paris and was looking forward to spending a couple of weeks at home working out of his den. Looking around the house however, he noticed that his home needed a little straightening up. "Hmmm, needs a woman's touch", he thought to himself. "Too bad there isn't one around". Glancing through the paper, he found an ad for Merry Maids.

"This will work, I can be home to make sure I'm not robbed blind and the house can get a good cleaning".

He picks up the phone and dials the number.......

 

[Sultry_Shade]

After spending nearly an hour and a half tied up in line at the coffee shop, then trying to catch a bus, Corinne finally makes it back to her little shoe box apartment. The newspaper falls to the table, momentarily forgotten as she sees the red message light on her phone blinking like mad. “Now who could that be, I told Tonio I wasn’t feeling well.”

Sure enough despite her call in earlier pleading illness, it was her boss from the Parlor. Demanding, and then pleading that she come in. Their secondary pizza chef had also called in, for the fifth time in a week. The second message was from her mother’s doctor, as usual wanting to know where their payment was. How is it the medical profession claims to be about human health, but always seems to be in it for the cash.

She swears under breath, completely frustrated by this turn of events. So much for her day of R&R, she would have to go in. Now with this recent collection call, she needed the extra money more then ever.

As she reaches down to pick up the hand set, she sees the newspaper has fallen open to Andrea’s ad. Distracted by her messages, she had almost forgotten about it. Glancing down she quickly dials the number. It rings once and is transferred to voice mail.

“Damn, she must be on the line,” Corinne grumbles to herself. At the beep she leaves a brief message for Andrea bout the ad, “Hey girl, this is Corinne. Saw your ad, just wanted to ask you some questions about your new venture. Give me a call. I’ll be at Tonio’s till close. Or you can reach me at home in the morning.”

 

[msboy8]

Danny (wheel man)

Ah called Andrea on da phone. She tried ta shake me off, but Ah was havin' nun o that. Ah had made up mah mind, that Ah was gonna be her dr'ver. She tald me whar she was and Ah told her Ah'd be right thar.

Danny pulled up at Andrea's house. He tooted his horn, two taps, to let her know he was there. He got out of the car and went to the front door. The door was opened as he got to it. It was dark in the room and Danny was momentarily blinded. Andrea's voice invited him in.

He blinked his eyes, until he could see. She was barefoot and clad only in a robe. Danny was momentarily speechless. She was very beautiful. Her shoulder length blonde hair was freshly washed and hung loosely around her face. Her hands, ankles, feet and what he could see of her chest, was glowing with clean freshness and youth.

"Tanks fer seeing me, Ah know you are just startin' out. Ah dunt want much, at first. Ah can werk fer tips jus ta start."

 

[Guest]

"Hello? Andrea speaking." The second phone call of the day brought to her a potential client. A man named Jack. After listening to him describe his needs for housecleaning, she sets up a potential appointment with him. "I can be there tomorrow at 9 AM. We can go through what you would like done, how often and set up a schedule as you see fit."

As she is writing down his address she hears the door open. She looks up to see a man, roughly 5'9-5'10 in height..bright blonde hair and blue eyes standing at her door. Having a weakness for blue eyes, she stutters..."You must be Danny. Wait there one moment please.

"Jack, I will see you tomorrow morning at 9. I look forward to getting started. If anything changes, please let me know." Hanging up she sees a flashing light indicating a voice mail..She makes a mental note to check it as she turns to her company.

She approaches, reaching out her hand in invitation. "Nice to meet you".

"Tanks fer seeing me, Ah know you are just startin' out. Ah dunt want much, at first. Ah can werk fer tips jus ta start."

Looking down she notices her robe has also loosened, exposing more of her breasts than she had realized. Suddenly aware of her attire and rather embarrassed she stumbles over her words "Oh, I'm sorry. please excuse me...I must dress..please..sit..make your self comfortable..I will be right back.."

She runs to her room, stripping off her robe as she shuts the door. Grabbing her simple white cotton bra, she throws it on quickly..snapping as she eyes her meager clothing options. She chooses a light white sundress with purple polka-dots and slips it over her head. The narrow straps covered her bra...The neckline, though not overly immodest, showed a bit of her cleavage. The one downfall was the length of the dress, it was a good 2inches shy of her knees. However, it sufficed for now. Not one to wear panties, she skipped those and headed back to the living room.

She is pleased to find Danny sitting comfortably on her couch waiting.

"Sorry about that. Where were we?" She perches on her chair, crossing her legs. "You say you would like to be a driver for us? Also, I am curious. What leads you to believe we need a driver?"

 

[harley1899]

Jack

9 AM will be perfect I thought to myself. I can work out, take a shower and be ready for when she gets here. She sounded pretty hot on the phone, I wonder....no, she is coming to clean your house not satisfy your needs. But even still, what a thought.

I sat back in my chair and pictured a gorgeous blonde wearing a french maid's outfit. Hmmm, my cock started to jump a bit, so I figured what the hell. I took it out and started stroking it a bit as I played my fantasy out in my head. After shooting, then cleaning a massive load it was on to the rest of my day, then bed.

I had a few drinks before bed and slept very well that night, only to be woken up by the doorbell. It was Andrea

"Hello? Hello?? Jack? It's Andrea!!"

I ran down the stairs wearing a pair of boxers, I threw open the door and........

 

[msboy8]

Danny

Andrea asked Danny, "You say you would like to be a driver for us? Also, I am curious. What leads you to believe we need a driver?" I thought about this, I took some time to mentally drool over the woman before me. She looked very fine, a plum for the harvest. But, I better stick to business for now.

Danny stared Andrea in the eyes in stead of her legs or tits, like he wanted to. "Ah dunt want ta scare ya, but yer maids are gonna be women like you, pretty women, like yourself. Well, pretty women 'tract bad dudes. Ah'll not jest be yer dr'ver, Ah'll be yer muscle too. An' Ah kno how to pertect a dame as bootiful as yerself.' Danny winked at Andrea, like they shared a private secret.

 

[Guest]

A bright red tinge covers Andrea's skin due to his compliments, as well as his stare. She had never considered herself attractive. Her blonde hair was never styled fashionably, she kept it simple. She rarely wore makeup...Sure, she was tall, slender and had a decent chest, but she just did not feel attractive. His compliments left her speechless momentarily.

"You understand that I am just starting this venture, correct? At this given moment it is just me...Merry Maid...I only have 1 client thus far, and even he is not established yet."

Her mind wanders to the fact she has no car..a driver would be nice. And if things got out of hand, it sure would be wise to have someone to assist. Reason dictated - it's just housekeeping, is there danger in that? Obviously he believes there is.

Meeting his eyes with hers, she flushes again. Something in his stare entrances her. Always fond of blue eyed men, she finds his stare irresistible.

After a few moments she continues, "I have my first appointment tomorrow at 9. I cannot promise anything, but if you would like to accompany me...be my driver and guard, we could give it a trial run. What do you say to that?"

She leans in, staring into his eyes...completely lost in their brightness. She smiles and awaits his response.

 

[msboy8]

Danny

Danny smiled, a wide smile full of teeth. "Shore Ah can be har, Ah'll even git har early. Howz 'at sound? Ah will 'ven waar my cap."

"You shur ar a pretty lil thahg, wot yer duin t'hite? Culd be we can make sum h'story."

 

[Sultry_Shade]

Shortly after arriving at Tonio’s Corinne found the place completely slammed. Wall to wall patrons and orders in the window, the noise was incredible. Instantly she felt as sick as she claimed to be earlier in the day. Her head was pounding, her stomach flipping. Oh how she really didn’t want to be here.

Tonio bustled through red faced and angry as usual, pushing her apron and hair net at her with his usual bluster. “Here, Here, get back to the kitchen. Hurry Hurry, or it’s your ass!” He snaps flinging the items into her arms and pushing her towards the kitchen. It was all Corinne could take.

Turning to face the blow hard Italian she draws herself up to her full height of 5’9, puffing out her ample chest and shouting back. “I came in on my sick day you insensitive prick and this is how you repay me. With threats? Well you can cook those fucking pizzas yourself!” Her eyes wild with rage, hands shaking she throws the apron and hair net back in his face storming out.

"Now that was fucking brilliant, I’m so screwed.” She curses under her breath, how could she have been so foolish. Now here she was still desperate for money and now, more then likely, unemployed. Feeling completely nihilistic she stops by the gas station kitty corner from her apartment and picks up a six pack. At least she could celebrate her freedom from pizza slavery.

Walking into the silent apartment she again notices the open newspaper on the counter, no red message counters so she knows no one has called. Feeling a sense of desperation stealing over her, she grabs the phone and dials Andrea’s number again. “Please pick up, Drea. And please oh please have something for me.” She murmurs the words like a prayer as the phone rings.

 

[Guest]

"You shur ar a pretty lil thahg, wot yer duin t'hite? Culd be we can make sum h'story."

"You're quite flattering, Danny. I..." interrupted by the phone, Andrea reaches on to the coffee table and grabs the reciever. "Just a moment." She tells Danny as she answers her phone.

"Hello? This is Andrea?" To her surprise it is Corrine. For the next 2 minutes she is given the low-down on Corrine quitting at Tonio's.

"I'm screwed!" Corrine proclaims. "I need a job, you know that."

Andrea tries to calm her down, not making the connection about her new venture at first.

Corrine continues, "I saw the ad in the paper...." A light bulb goes off in Andrea's mind...Corrine could help her! Inviting Corrine over, Andrea then hangs up the phone.

"Danny, I apologize. It looks like Merry Maid has now become Merry Maids. I have someone interested in joining this venture with me. She will be here later this evening." Smiling broadly she replaces the phone and sits back down.

"Now what was this about making some history?"

 

[msboy8]

Danny

OOC: Danny's speech has been improving because of talkin' to Andrea, plus he doesn't want to appear like a hick.

IC:
"You and me darlin'. We can have some fun, maybe go dancin'. And if you're one to stay at home, we can have our own little party here. You know, the ol' Bump and Grind." Danny winks as he says 'Bump and Grind'.

While waiting for an answer, Danny makes himself comfortable. Tossing his cap into a corner and unbuttoning a couple of buttons on his shirt.

 

[Guest]

Is he actually suggesting... Andrea's mind begins to race as she watches this man get comfortable on her couch. ..no...that cannot be it..He hardly knows me...He wouldn't...I wouldn't...

The sight of him along with the long overdue need for human touch has her squirming in her seat. Oddly aroused at this stranger who had offered himself to her employment on such odd terms. She wouldn't.......or would she?

"I haven't been dancing in years." She manages to speak, despite the intense distraction. His flesh looking so appealing beneath his open buttons. "I have a few old movies..." Her eyes wander to her movie collection but find their way back to him.

She finds he is still staring at her, the suggestion of a movie seems silly now. Instead she sits there..her pulse beginning to race, her cheeks flushed with the wanderings of her mind, her chest rising and falling quickly in her dress. Could he tell her excitment, she wonders.

"Let's stay here and become better acquainted." she suggests. "After all, if we are going to be working together...."

 

[LadyArwen]

Isabelle De Sade

OOC: She's a striking redhead at 22 who is looking to make some extra money.She attends college during the morning and does maid work in the afternoons.She reminds some of Satine in Moulin Rouge with her looks

IC: Isabelle De Sade stood in the office waiting for her next job.She only worked a few hours each day due to attending college but the money was better than being a waitress(but she kept her night job tending bar since it was actually fun).She wore black jeans and a Chinese green top while studing

 

[Sultry_Shade]

Finding a wonderful sense of relief from talking with Andrea, Corinne runs to her room to change. Throwing off and then away her old pizza parlor uniform and tossing on a comfy sundress, so distracted by her thoughts she doesn’t even bother with the usual undergarments. Instead choosing to be naked under her dress, she was feeling particularly liberated, so why not in this way as well.

On the way to call for a ride, she pauses on her way out to bag up her recently purchased beer. It is a glorious thing, this freedom, to know she now holds her financial destiny within her own hands. Fear and excitement rush through her. Her breathing quick, face flushed, she was definitely in the mood to celebrate.

After making her call, she steps out by the curb to await her ride. Looking down into the bag at the six pack, she thinks; “I sure hope Andrea doesn’t mind Coors light.”
The cab arrives in record time and the cabby leers at her watching her bouncing chest as she hops in giving him her friends address.

Wonder who that could be, she ponders seeing a strange car parked in the drive, as they pull up. She quickly pays the driver, and even tips him. Her mood is so positive she feels almost high. “This is going to be great, I know it is.” She thinks as she approaches the door.

Shifting the bag in her arms, she rings the bell.

 

[msboy8]

Danny

I sat on the couch opposite her. She was certainly a fetching woman. I unabashedly that my eyes wander over her pleasing body. Ahhhh, if only we could please each other, it would be grand.

Danny was watching Andrea closely. She looked a bit flustered when she replied to my suggestions and said, "Let's stay here and become better acquainted." she suggests. "After all, if we are going to be working together...." Danny tried not to smile, but he was elated. Soon they would be closer than cum in a rubber, speaking of...

The doorbell rang and Andrea got up to answer it. Danny quickly moved to sit in her chair. He would pat his knee when she came back.

 

[Guest]

Andrea hops up and goes to the door. Smiling she finds Corrine standing there, a bag under her arm and a smile on her face.

"Thank you!" Corrine gushes "Thank you so much for having me over. I was just going to drink by myself at home and wallow in anger over Tonio's...." She prattles on walking in to the livingroom. She stops in her tracks at the sight of Danny.

Turning flush faced to Andrea she whispers "Who is that?"

Andrea giggles nervously. "Corrine, let me introduce you to Danny. He has graciously offered to be our driver and body guard in this new venture."

Andrea watches as the 2 shake hands. Noticing Corrines breasts jiggle under her sundress, Andrea wonders if Danny had noticed too.

"I only brough 6 beers, had I known you had company I would have brought more." Corrine takes a seat on the couch, soon to be followed by Mitsy, the house cat. Andrea begins to walk towards the couch, but sees Danny tapping his leg and smiling at her. Irresistibly drawn to him, and no longer caring how wanton she may appear, she goes to him and sits. Her skirt lifts, her bare ass lands on his jeans. The feel of the material sends a shiver of delight through her already swelling lips.

An ackward silence settles over them.

"You know what," Andrea tries to break the silence a bit, "I do believe I have a bottle of wine or two in my fridge...if the beer is not enough."