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"Neat n Naked...where our girls suck better than hoovers. How can we help you?"
 
"Yeah, I'm calling for a buddy of mine. His name is Rex. To make a long story short, he just got through a really terrible phase of his life and his house kind of suffered during it. He's doing pretty good by himself getting it straightened out, but I heard about your services and... well it'd be nice to see him smiling again."
 
"We can bring a smile to his face, and a curl to his toes. Tell me about his likes and a bit about the rough patch so I can warn our girl to avoid sensitive topics."
 
"Um... Not really sure how much of this is my place to say... His girlfriend of 3 years cheated on him around the same time that his grandfather died. He went into a pretty deep depression for a couple months after that. He only just started coming out of it a couple weeks ago. I mean, he's okay with open relationships, but he and his ex had agreed to be exclusive, and she... wasn't real classy about fessing up.

"I can tell you that he's late 20's and likes girls a little younger but still old enough to buy beer. He's really into Latinas, Asians, Indian girls... Uh, he prefers submissive girls... And I should probably mention that he's an artist, so a girl with a creative streak would be a really good match."
 
"Ohh a challenge I like that. Let me run a boolean search in my database and see what we have local to you...and sir be assured we will be extremely discrete with the info you gave us. It will just avoid an uncomfortable situation."

"So an artistic, submissive girl between 21 and 25, whose Indian, Asian, or Hispanic..." computer keys clack..."hmmm got several possibles let me check out who..." more clicking... Okay sir I have it narrowed down to three girls."

Thien 24 31-23-31

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Thien is a 2nd generation American. She was raised in a very traditional Asian home and taught the woman serves the man. She has worked as a Geisha for some wealthy Japenese business men. Her hobbies include calligraphy in both English and Japanese, as well as writing poetry, especially Hikaus. Rated 8.9

Lucinda 22 25-19-30

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Lucinda has an Asian dad and Brazilian mom. This explains her exotic good looks and great ass. Her favorite thing to do is to be tied down and force fucked until she passes out. She s also a fashion designer, only wearing clothes she designed, and a sculpted. She made a statue of our very first client for his presidential library. Rated 8.7

Salila 23 34-22-34

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Salila is a first generation Indian starving artist. Her prefernce is oil on canvass but she has worked with other mediums as well. She considers herself a dadaist. She has had a few shows, but nothing to attract major attention. She loves giving up control and often does realstic self portraits of her kinkier experiences. Rated 8.6
 
"Wow! Lucinda. Definitely her. If you can tell her to be really noisy in bed too Rex'll be a very happy man."
 
"Can you do this Saturday? He usually sleeps in, so 11 AM would be good. He lives at 32 Oak Street. Nice house with a fenced yard. Oh yeah, he has a dog. Little French bulldog named Phantom. He's friendly, so I hope that won't be a problem."
 
"Hmmm...dog...dog...ahhh here it s, not scared of or allergic too, but won't care for. The dogs no problem. She'll be there."
 
That Saturday morning, Rex slowly stirred from bed, blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he mechanically sat up and swung his legs over the side. Though the worst was over it still took some doing to get out of bed. He just had to keep himself moving until he overcame the inertia of sleep. He showered quickly and looked at himself in the mirror. His long blond hair hung in a curtain framing his handsome features. A spark had come back to his green eyes though his skin was still a bit pale from the two months he had spent hidden away. Of course, he sunburned easily anyway. At least the dark circles under his eyes had mostly faded away.

He toweled off and slipped on a pair of jeans. There was still work to be done around the house. The knock at the door reminded him that his friend Joey had told him that he would be having a visitor. As to who that may be, Joey was weirdly mum about it.

Rex hustled downstairs to see his dog Phantom standing in front of the door, panting and wagging his little stub of a tail. Rex had named the little dog for the pattern on his face, half white and half black creating the appearance of wearing a Phantom of the Opera mask. He picked up the little dog and opened the door.
 
Lucinda was standing there in a pair of low cut hip hugger skinny jeans, tat were about as form fitting as spandex, and a loose long yet thin white tee shirt. She smiles at the man before her. "Hi, I'm Lucinda. You can call me Luce. You must be Rex. Your friend hired me to help with anything that comes up while straightening up your home." She touches his hand "So shall we get started?"
 
Rex's eye widened at the site of the gorgeous woman in front of him. He gave his head a little shake and took her hand and lead her in. "Uh... sure." Rex's house was clearly his own personal territory. The fairly normal outside gave way to a colorful interior, each room seemingly done up in a different aesthetic. The living room had a pan-Asian theme. Red walls, Chinese and Japanese lamps, furniture with sharply contrasted colors... Despite the mixed cultures he found a way to tie it all together very neatly while still using a clean, modern sensibility. From the living room was visible the dining room, which had a distinctly North African appearance, as well as the kitchen, which he had decorated into a sort of tropical South Pacific paradise.

Despite this, the house was clearly in need of a little work. There was a pile of dirty laundry in the club chair, DVD cases lay strewn in front of the entertainment center, there were dirty dishes on the table in the dining room... It looked like some effort had been made but the mess must have been truly awful for it to still look this disorganized.

"Joey told me I would be having company but... Let's back up for a second. You're a professional... maid, I guess?"
 
"The company I work for advertises itself as a cleaning service, A SPECIALTY cleaning service." Luce replies looking around at the mess the house was in. She formed a plan to take care of the house first, then the client.

"Very interesting decor. I see an Asian influence with some Spanish overtones. My mom was from Brazil, and my dad was born in Tokyo. I really lie the way you combined the different cultural elements They contrast, but compliment each other. Did you have this professionally done?"
 
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Rex furrowed his brows in confusion until a thought occurred to him. Things he had heard about a particular cleaning service. Almost immediately his eyebrows shot up toward his hairline and he looked over Luce's incredible body and he smiling face. "Oh. I see." She complimented him on the decor and he smiled at that. "Did it all myself, actually. My roommate in college was in interior design so he helped me out a bit. But I did the whole house like this. Took a few years, but I did it."

He crossed over to the kitchen and let Phantom out through the sliding glass doors. He had set up a bungalow in the backyard as both a side studio, extra bedroom, and a little escape for the dog when company was over. "Remind me to tell Joey that I'll paint his house or something. I owe him."

He could tell from the way Luce was looking around that she wanted to start by straightening things out. "The kitchen needs it the worst right now. You load the dishwasher and clean the sink. I was going to go through the fridge, see what needs to be tossed."
 
"Let's do it." Luce said smiling suggestively at him. Luce opens the dishwasher, and begins to put the dirty mountain of flatware into the machine. Occasionally she finds something that she scrubs crusted food off before adding it to the machine. There was on large bowl that really needed a good scrubbing before it could be put in. As Luce washed it, water splashed onto her tee shirt.

Once the dishwasher was fully loaded, she started washing the remaining items that weren't dishwasher safe, or just didn't fit. Once she was done, she turned facing Rex. "This damn shirt isn't really hiding anything is it?" She asked looking down at the now transparent top.
 
While Luce did the dishes, Rex went through the fridge. Anything of questionable origin or expiration date was quick to go in the trash. He turned to face her when she spoke and the spark in his eyes seemed to grow at the sight of her wet top. "No. But you were probably overdressed anyway," he said, indicating his own bare chest. He had a little more definition than usual since he had lost a few pounds during his depression. Just enough to make him look lean and toned without being sickly.

He took a step closer to her. "Take it off." His eyes went up and down her body. "All of it. Then have a seat and I'll get us a little lunch." He gestured toward the two-person table against the wall. The chairs had cushions with bright Hawaiian prints on them and a similar table cloth. The table itself was small and there were only 2 chairs. A votive sat in the middle with a Tiki design so that candlelight would come through the mouth and eyes.
 
Luce shrugged at how quickly that progressed. She pulled off her tee shirt, then slipped off her shoes. Once she was barefoot, she undid her jeans and slide them down her long lean legs to the floor. She stepped out of them, and asks, "Is this what you desire?"
 
She seemed a bit surprised, but then again after everything Rex had a lot of pent-up frustration. Regardless she complied and stripped naked in front of him. He admired her body a moment as he stepped closer. A hand reached out and stroked her cheek. Her skin was so soft.

He took Luce's hand and led her to the table, pulling out a chair for her. When she sat down he stood behind her and his hands caressed her shoulders. He had a gentle, soothing touch. For a minute, silence reigned as he just let his hands glide over her bare skin. He listened to her breathing to see how she reacted to his touch.

At last he stepped back and went to the fridge. He made two bowls of yogurt with berries and a pair of BLTs. Nothing fancy, but then again he wasn't expecting anyone to show up, much less this gorgeous woman. He brought them to the table and sat across from her. "So Luce... Tell me a bit about yourself."
 
"Well my dream is to become a fashion designer. I design almost all my own clothes. As a hobby I sculpt with various materials. I made one statue that now sits at a library owned by the subject of the sculpture. My dad is from Tokyo, and had me begin training as a geshia. Mom was a dancer from Brazil, who met dad when he was in Rio on a business trip. They decided to move to the US when dad got promoted, and was told to choose his main office. I took this job to help py for my design classes."

Luce took a big bite of her sandwich, and smiled at her client.
 
Rex smiled softly at her. She was ambitious and by the sound of it quite talented as well. "I'm sure it's only a matter of time before you're the next big thing." He took a few more bites of his sandwich and just looked into her eyes admiring her.

"How long will be you be... at my service as it were? And what sort of hours?" He had certain hopes, but didn't want to be presumptuous. It was clear what agency she was from, but he knew very little about them and before today had nearly written it off as an urban legend.
 
"How long does a meal last? Until you're sated, right? Well why should sexual appetites be limited by an artificial construct like time?" She smiles as she finishes the sandwich. "I would really love to open my own fashion house in Milan, Paris, or New York one day.
 
Rex smiled at her answer. "I like the sound of that." He finished the last of his meal as she explained her desire to have her own boutique. "Maybe before this is over I can introduce you to a few contacts of mine. Mostly gallery owners and the like, but you never know."

He collected the dishes himself, giving her a look telling her to sit still. He put them in the dishwasher and walked behind her. His hands went to her shoulders again but this time slowly massaging them. He had very talented hands. A few previous girlfriends and friends with benefits had told him as much. "You're a beautiful and talented woman. You deserve the best."
 
"Aww that's sweet sewer of you to say kind sir." Luce says as his hands helped loosen the muscles in her shoulders. "I would love to meet your friends, but not today. Today is all about you" she sighed in contentment as his strong calloused masculine hands manipulated the warm supple skin of her shoulders.
 
Rex's hands moved lower down to her back and continued the massage. "Sounds good. But I do have one more question." His hands smoothed over her arms before gliding back up and in front of her, a sensual touch just above her breasts. "What do you like having a man do to you? After all, it's not as satisfying if only one person is having a good time. If it's going to be that one-sided, one may as well just grab a box of tissues and head to Google." He punctuated that thought with a kiss on the back of her neck.
 
"Well your buddy said you like...submissivep girls, and I just love a strongforceful man to be in charge."
 
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