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Okay, I know the title is misleading as I'm not spoofing the movie or my other threads. I just thought it would be a hilarious subject. So this is going to be another of my story heavy erotic realistic setting thread ideas. I do sense a multiplayer medieval epic in the future but I hate OOC's and will have to create one for that, so anyone whose interested IM me.

Now on to the story.

Molly pulled into the driveway of a HUGE house, more like a mansion that a home. She had needed something to help make ends meet as no one was hiring December graduates. She had an early morning job at a bakery, and the maid service had sent her here, the hours were perfect 10-20 hours a week, 10-12 in the morning and 2 hours in the afternoon if necessary.

When she was done her for the day she'd go home to bake cheesecakes, and work on the latest orders for custom jeans. Molly's main problem was finding the money to invest in her dreams and this job paid well, had benefits and decent hours and would hopefully help launch her custom clothing design hobby.

She got out of her car, which had seen better days and was badly in need of repairs. Hopefully her first paycheck would cover. The heater didn't work and the December chill was taking it's toll on her.

She walked to the door for once glad that her family ws happy with getting gourmet cheesecake for Christmas. Her jeans were well worn, but repairing them was at the bottom of her list, she was wearing a beige t-shirt, and a thick oversized plum colored sweater. It was funny that she created designer jeans when she dressed to hide her body. Molly was petite at 5'2" which only made her curves more noticable and her large breasts almost a curse. She had learned to dress to make them less noticable, but there was no bra that could completely minimize her canteloupe size breasts. They were more than a handful even for the largest hands. She rubbed her hands together as she rang the doorbell. She hoped it wasn't some old perv, the last two sites had required her to use her self defense skills. The last thing she needed right now was a relationship, something to eat up her precious time, even as she longed for someone to support her and satisfy her sexually.


So the owner of the house should work from home, be wealthy for some reason, and at first just want her to get her work done and be gone, eventually he'll open up to her and she'll open up to him.
 
Rick

I started my own business at the age of 24, now two years later, it was a success, bringing me all the wealth I would need, and all the free time I wanted. Now that my business was set, I continued working from home, giving me the opprotunity to set my own schedule and allowing me to work out in my own home gym at my leisure. I liked to keep my 6" 195 lb body hard and toned.

Now, if I could just get the proper help to keep my place maintained. I had a good gardener, a good cook, but the cleaning people seemed to be lacking. Maybe this new one would be the right one.

I heard the doorbell from my weight room. Grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat off, I headed to the front door in my workout shorts, shirltess.

I opened the door and saw a very nice looking lady. Damn wish I had met her at a bar. But, I wondered, how in the hell would she do cleaning my home, she did not look like the type that would be good on the details of cleaning.

"Hi, you must be Molly?'
 
Molly

She felt warm just looking at him, and she flashed a smile. He looked more than type to be in a nightclub than work at home. She had gotten recommended for this job because she was thorough and always on time. She wasn't the typical employee, most of the other maids were either working mothers or college girls looking to make a quick buck and maybe land someone who could afford a maid.

Molly on the other hand just wanted a job where hard work paid off, she hated being idly. She had gone stir crazy at other jobs, it was why she always had something going on. It was easy enough to do detailed applique and beading work with the TV on.

"If you'll just show me where you keep your cleaning supplies, I'll get started." Molly hated the opening moments, she knew she was being judged by her appearance. It was no wonder she only danced with married men, gays, and those in serious relationships. She loved dancing but it had only taken one drunken idiot calling her a tease and leaving a bruise on her arm to make her go the safe route.
 
Hmm, I thought to myself, she is probably one of those just doing this for the money. But, then she probably would not be so quick to get started.

I smiled and said, "Follow me, the cleaning supplies are this way" Leading her through the long hall into the kitchen and back into the laundry/service area. I showed her where everything is explained that she was to clean the entire house. She could start in any area she wanted, work in any method she chose, but had to make sure everything was spotless.

As I spoke I couldn't keep my eyes off her, she looked extremely cute, well beautiful actually, but in more of a sweet innocent way.

"I work from home, so you be seeing me here as you clean. Don't worry though, as long as you do a good job we will get along fine. Do you want a tour of the rooms or would you rather find your own way."
 
Molly

She was wondering where to start, and how long it had been since he'd had a regular cleaning schedule. Things looked fairly well ordered but some areas looked neglected. Part of her wanted the tour, but she didn't want to waste his time, besides she would remember where things were if she had to look for herself.

"Are there any rooms that are off limits? Such as your den, or master bedroom?" There had been those who didn't want her sorting through their personal belongings. "I don't want to get in your way," she had noticed that he did have nice things and made a mental note to check out what he had for furniture polish, silver polish, and the like to restore the brilliance.

The house was well heated and she pulled off her sweater, "I hope I can leave my stuff here while I work?" she kicked off her shoes, which were also overdue for replacement. She smiled smoothed a few dark strands back from her face and into her ponytail. "Also are their any items that require special handling? Hand painted items, heirlooms, that sort of thing." She smiled and laughed inside as she recalled her friend talking about how one girl had washed the handpainted china and it had taken the paint off. She had been fired from the agency before you could say 'dust'.
 
Rick

"No rooms are off limits, I expect the whole house to be clean and you can't do that if they're off limts." Thinking at least she has done this before, she knows the proper questions to ask.

I watched as she pulled off her sweater. Her breasts looked very full, very much like I could love playing with them. Damn, I needed to get my mind out of the gutter here, what was I thinking. I was not feeling very professional around her for some reason. Its not like I was desparate. When it came to sex, I usually could get what I wanted whenever I wanted it, but there was something so sexy about Molly.

She brought me back into reality, asking if she could leave her stuff here while she worked. Watching as she took off her shoes I notice her sexy feet, damn, I'm not totally into feet, but those toes I certainly would not mind sucking on. Damn, what is with my head today. "Sure, leave your stuff wherever you want."

"As far as things needing special handling..........well.........uh.....if your not sure on how to clean something, just ask, ok?" Thinking I got a whole body here that needs some special handling, when would you like to start. Using my towel I wipe some sweat off my forehead and chest, then hold it down covering the bulge that was beginning to grow in my shorts.

"You'll find I am very easy to get along with, as long as the place is clean. Also, anytime you want something to drink or eat, help yourself to whatever is around. It's one of the privileges of working for me."
 
Molly

She smiled, and replied, "Thanks, Mr." she paused he had implied a more casual working relationship but the way her heart was beating just looking at him made her want to not use his first name. Of course calling him Mr. wasn't that much better as she mentally undressed him and wondered what he'd be like between her thighs.

"I think I'll start with the kitchen and bathrooms as they usually need daily upkeep, do you have any laundry that needs to be started?" She figured she'd do the dirty work in the morning and the iron, fold clothes, and dust in the afternoon.

The room seemed very small and for some reason she was thinking about how the washer and dryer vibrate during use and what it would be like to be fucked while sitting on one of them. She looked away nervously, picked out the things she would need and noticed a few items that should have been tossed out ten years ago.

"I don't see any gloves," Molly whispered for some reason thinking about other uses for gloves as she spoke. Damn, she was wound up today, it must be that time of month she thought and decided that she would definetly be going out tonight.

Molly had no trouble getting sex when she wanted, the problem was finding someone she wanted to have sex with. She had broken down and spent about fifty dollars on some nice toys, and they were getting worked over time when she had the energy.
 
"Please call me Rick, hell I must be close to your same age and calling me by my last name would make me feel old. Like I said, start anywhere you like. I do have some laundry, upstairs in my closet. At the top of the stairs you'll see the double doors that lead into my bedroom, once in there, you'll find the closet I'm sure."

Damn, just the thought of Molly in my closet, touching my clothes got my cock stirring again. Thinking abour her washing and folding my clothes, ironing my shirts and pants, folding my boxer briefs and tee shirts.

"If you need any cleaning supplies, just write it down on the pad over there, I'll make sure its here the next time you come."

Thinking, well not really because if I had my way you would be cumming shortly. What is going on I wondered, what is making me so horny here. I was going to have to get some satisfaction here soon or I would be walking around Molly all day with a hard on.

"I need to finish a little more work on my body before I shower, so I'll let you get started." I head back to the workout room, just down the hall, double doors entering into it, all walls mirrored. I begin doing my reps, all the time thinkingof Molly.
 
Molly

"I need to finish a little more work on my body before I shower, so I'll let you get started."

She wanted to work on his body....she watched him walk away and tried to clear her head. She was tempted to start wherever he was so she could watch him working out. She smiled at herself and headed for the kitchen, she found gloves there and started a list of what she wanted to get done this morning. That being done she headed up, a little nervous about being in his bedroom. She gathered up his clothes and took it back to laundry area. She sorted it and started a load of darks and wondered how she was going to make it through the day when she felt like finding a quiet space and, she stopped that thought and went back to kitchen.

Everything she did seemed to add to her arousal, scrubbing, washing, bending over to empty the dishwater, stretching to put them away. Every motion just made her think of another position to have sex in.

Finally the kitchen was spotless and the dishwasher was humming. Molly opened the fridge, thinking, 'Maybe a nice cold drink will take my mind off sex.' She took out a can of pop and set it against her cheek, she had grown warm from working.

She popped the can open and poured it down her throat, her head tilted back to down it all. She hadn't realized how thirsty she was, and horny as the motion pulled her attention to her breasts as they moved against her bra, the nipples sensitive.

"I wonder if he has any good porn," she said out loud laughing at the idea, she had seen the plasma screen tv that took up an entire wall and had thought that watching anything on that tv would be cool. "Cool it Molly, you are not here to play maid. You're here to be a maid."

Her mind refocused for a moment and she smiled as she began designing maid inspired garmets. She hummed to herself as she headed to the nearest bathroom. By then her mind had twisted the designs into maid outfits designed to be irresistably sexy.

"I've got to get laid tonight," she said to herself as her mind once again began imagining all the possibilities for sex as she cleaned the bathroom.
 
I attempted to finish my workout but was only semi successful. I could not keep my mind off of Molly. I laughed as I wondered if she would consider a live-in position. Well, shit, I am not getting a good work out, I might as well go shower.

As I headed towards my master suite I glanced into the kitchen hoping to get a view of Molly again. What a view I did get too. She was drinking a can of pop, her head tilted back, her breasts very much in view. Damn, I could swear her nipples are hard. Not wanting to scare Molly on her first day, not wanting her to think I'm a perv, I moved on.

Once in my master suite I went to my closet, stripping off my shorts and jock, noticing Molly had already gathered the laundry, damn! I walked naked into my master bath, turning on the shower and stepping in. The steamy hot water felt wonderful washing the sweat off my body.

Of course my mind turned back to Molly. Imagining Molly spying on me, watching me as I soaped my body, watching as I began to play with my cock. Imagining Molly naked in front of me, washing her body with soap, kissing her lips, neck and shoulders. Nibbling on her ear. My cock was now rock hard, my hand slowly stroking back and forth, wishing it was Molly and not my hand.
 
Molly

She wandered upstairs, Molly had intended to head for the master bath but after opening the bedroom door she heard the water running.

Her mind imagined him in the shower, lathering up his body, playing with his cock. She stepped back trying to erase the images of a shared shower, "It's going to be one of those days," she said out loud as she headed for the guest bathroom. She was giving it a good scrub trying to use the work to clear her mind but it only made her hornier as the activity rushed blood throughout her body. She attacked the shower, trying to not think about what Rick looked like in his shower.

While daydreaming she accidentally bumped the water switch and the shower turned on and she soaked her shirt and bra. She quickly turned it off and stepped out of the shower. "I deserved that," she said to herself. "Serves me right for daydreaming on the job." She peeled her wet shirt off and wrung it out in the sink.

If she was lucky she could snag a t-shirt from his bedroom and toss her shirt in the dryer and have it be done before lunch time. Her bra was wet, but her movements would be limited if she took it off, she'd just have to deal with the damp fabric moving against the soft pale skin of her breasts. She glanced at herself in the mirror. She wasn't type to spend a lot of time on her appearance, but she noticed that her skin looked pretty good today and her nipples were showing.

That surprised her, her nipples were sensitive but usually she had be pretty aroused or having them sucked before they'd crinkle into nubs. "Must be that time of month," she said again and picked up her supplies and opened bathroom door, praying not to run into Rick as she headed for the master bedroom.
 
My cock was so hard and so wanting to shoot. My hand lazily stroking it thinking of Molly. What i wouldn't give to have her i bed with me. I wanted to cum but I also wanted to have the real thing.

Coming back to my senses, I finished showering, trying my best to keep my hands off my cock. Wrapping my towel around my waist, my cock deflating some, but still thick and half hard.

Walking into my closet I see Molly, in her pants and bra, no shirt. Her ass in her pants looked inviting, her naked back, so soft and flawless. I saw her looking through my dresser. "Looking for something?" Forgetting I was standing there in my towel, water dripping off my body.
 
Caught

Caught, she thought, what must he think. She paused pulling a t-shirt and slipping it over her head. "I need a shirt to wear while mine dries, I got mine wet while cleaning the other bathroom." She tried to focus as she turned around and realized pretty quickly that she was not going to be able to focus on cleaning the master bathroom that his naked hot body had just been in.

Be professional....be professional she repeated to herself, "I'll have to remember to bring an extra set of clothes from now on." She was like a deer trapped in the headlights, unable to move, trying not to stare at the water dripping down his body, down down to the towel....
 
I stood there in the doorway to my closet, One arm outstretched, leaning on the side of the opening. Water running down my body. I watched as you pulled one of my tee shirts over your head and on, covering your beautiful breasts. Damn, I wish I had a longer view I thought to myself.

I wondered if she really did get all wet by accident or if it had been a plan of hers.

I wanted ot be professional, but I also wanted to get her naked right there right now.

"If you don't mind my saying so, I kind of like the view without the shirt better" Smiling wondering what your reaction would be. Knowing, we me blocking the door, I would get some sort of response.
 
Molly

Bad girl, try to calm down. It didn't help that even though he was being slightly predatory, he was still young, smiling, and smelled really really good.

Tread carefully, she reminded herself, you need the work. "Thanks, but you are not paying me for the view." She hoped she was being diplomatic, "I should get back to work," she paused as he had not moved, she licked her lips nervously, "Perhaps I could join you for lunch?" It was a question, maybe even an offer. She wondered how she would have responded to him if they had met under different circumstances.
 
I was so enjoying your nervousness, it was very obvious to me. I was almost sure you wanted me to go further but was afraid it might jepradize your job. Little did you know, I could find another cleaning lady, I could give you the life of luxury if you wanted. You could be free to never work another day in your life if you played you cards right.

But how do I handle the situation right now? Do I wait for lunch, or do I try to move things long right now. I had to think a moment, not letting my eyes fall from yours.

"Lunch is a great idea, I have the cook prepare something special for us" Moving my arm from the doorway, turning sideways. If you intended to return to cleaning you would need to slide by me first.
 
Molly

He only moved enough to let her slide past. The guy had a huge house, walk in closets, but seemed determined to make her squeeze past him. Should she face him and have her breasts pressed up against him or turn away and feel him pressed against her back?

She could ask him to move, and she decided how to best do this, "Um, Rick you're all wet and I really should try and keep one shirt dry." She had no idea what was wrong with her, she'd never been so physically drawn to anyone in her life and it had to be more than hormones.

"Please," she said softly licking her lower lip trying to block out the imagine of licking up the droplets that were running down his body. Heck he wasn't even her type, she tended for the sensitive shy nerd type who were so grateful she wanted them that they would do anything she wanted.
 
I was surprised to hear her ask for me to move. I never would have thought she would have it in her. She must be a stronger lady than I thought.

I stepped aside, waving her through the doorway with my hand, watching her beautiful body glide by me, so wanting to touch her. Wanting to take her in my arms kiss her forever, make love to her forever. Damn what exactly had gotten into me, it was like I was under a spell.

As she walked through the door, I walked into my closet, dropping my towel, my backside toward her. "Anything special you would like for lunch Molly, or is there anything you don't particularly like?" I continued pretending to be looking for the right clothes, if she would look, she wouldn't see anything besides the back of my body.
 
Molly

I turned at his question and was greeted by the sight of his naked backside. I wanted to spank him, so unlike me, and I licked my lips forcing myself to answer the question and not say something stupid like I want you for lunch, "Pretty much anything pasta, and I can't stand the taste of coffee."

The image of his backside remained with me as I headed down to the laundry switching over from washer to dryer, putting my own shirt in with it. I envied women who could go braless, and I shrugged and headed back to sort through the cleaning supplies, tossing out stuff that was useless and seeing that he did have a few polishes I could use. I was polishing silver when I sensed him, perhaps the room got warmer, or maybe I felt his shadow or hit his footsteps. Somehow I just knew he was in the room and glancing up at the grandfather clock I watched as it turned to 12 and began chiming.

He had his own cook, no wonder the pots and pans were spotless, maybe it was that aura of confidence that came from being independent. She recognized it, in fact she had it herself, but she was proud of making it own her own even if it meant working two jobs.
 
I smiled knowing by the way she responded that she was looking. Its not that I think I have that great of a body, it just let me know she might be interested.

I dressed in jeans and button down shirt, headed into my office for a little work before our lunch. I let the cook know the menu, a pesto pasta salad, minestrone soup, wine or water.

Staring at the computer I could not get the sight of Molly out of my head. There was just something about her, maybe an air of confidence, I'm not sure. She did seem like the type that would work for what she wanted, she knew she would get what she wanted, and also know it would be her doing to get it, not the doing of others. At least that was the feeling I got. It seemed like forever before noon approached. I had achieved very little work, but was very thankful when lunch hour arrived.

Walking into the where the supplies were, once again admiring her body. I saw her bent over, going through the inventory. "Ready for lunch? I thought we could have it in the sun room."
 
Molly

Her first thought was, who the heck has a sun room?
Then again it sounded like a pretty cool place and given the time to imagine her dream home she might come up with a place kind of like this house. She smiled, "I just need to wash up first," she held up her hands which despite using a rag still had acquired some of the tarnish.

"You have some beautiful pieces, you should really keep it polished. There is something appealing about finding the beauty hidden under years of oxidation." There was a small sink in the room and she washed her hands as she spoke, "I've made a list, there isn't much missing, I'd like some extra gloves and better smelling hand soap." She laughed slightly at the last bit, "What's here for hand soap is good for cleaning, but smells like something a car mechanic would use."
 
Laughing, "I'll have to show you my collection of cars sometime. I'll make sure you have these things tomorrow," glancing at your list, "Including better smelling soap. Now, follow me and let's have some lunch."

The sun room has fench doors on three sides leading out onto a terrace, garden and pool. There is a dining table for four people as well as a sitting area. The cook has the food on the table with glasses of both water and wine filled. I serve your some pasta salad and soup first, then a serving for myself.

"I hope you enjoy lunch." I have to tell you that I'm pretty impressed with how you took this job on so quickly and efficiently. Most of the past cleaning ladies would do in one whole day what you have already accomplished in just a couple of hours. I like a person who tackles their work. "

Staring in your beautiful eyes, your face so soft looking, so sexy looking. I feel like a puppy dog around you, as if I would do anything you wanted of me. I have never felt that way before and it kind of made me nervous.

"So, Molly, tell me about yourself. For some reason I don't see you cleaning homes as a profession. Are you attending school aorund here?"
 
Molly

The food smells deliscious, and the room is stunning to say the least and the pool, even though it's December has me wishing for a swim suit handy. "I actually just finished my Bacheleor's degree in Business and Design. There jsut aren't many job opportunities for a December graduate. For now I'm working about thirty hours as a night baker at a bakery, which got me through college with the help of a few scholarships. Right now though I'm trying to expand my hobby. I guess I'd rather work for myself than work for someone else, or at least in a job where I have a certain level of autonomy. I cleaned in high school, and worked janitorial part time in college to fill the dead hours between classes. Now it's a way to cover all those expenses I couldn't pay for when I was going to class, like fixing my car, buying some decent shoes, etc." She managed to eat a little during her monologue and found that for once she was comfortable talking about herself. Usually she'd just bait the other person into talking.

"So what is it you actually do?" Molly hadn't meant to imply that he didn't seem to be doing much work, but being able to work out in your own gym every morning and having a COLLECTION of cars, and a cook, and a pool, it just all seemed extravagent and too good to be real considering his youthful appearance.
 
"Wow, you sound very interesting Molly. Certainly not your typical cleaning lady. Also sounds like you havehad to work for eveything you have."

I sat there listening to Molly, staring at her beautiful face. Wondering how I could fit into her life, her goals.

"Ah, me? Well I started my own dot com business and was lucky enough to sell before the bust. Now, I just play with architectural design and work on my investments. I never would have thought having this much money, not trying to brag, could take so much time to manage. At least I get to do it at my leisure."

"So what is this hobby your trying to expand and what type of busines do you want to run yourself?"

Pouring us each a little more wine
 
Molly

She had not drank any of the wine, deeming it improper considering she had work to do, and to drive back to her place, which was far from this upperclass neighbohood. "I transform clothing into one of a kind, custom, fabulous, where did you get that item. I started out with a pair of jeans that I loved but had gotten stained from my various artistic endeavors and in camoflauging the spots I turned them into an amazing pair of conversation starters. I had all my friends asking where I got them, and if I could make them a pair." I took a drink of water, "Eventually I started bargain hunting for jeans and turned quite a few into 'designer duds,' I liked the name so much and had people asking about other items. My main problem is I either need a stash of materials on hand, or charge materials cost after I get them. Neither of which was very cost effective when I was living on Mac N Cheese, so I limited myself to doing one item at a time, which of course limited me a lot. Now that I have a small stockpile of materials and a lot more time I've been able to increase my turn around time. Right now I want to work the other way and have items already made and ready for sale, as well as working on commisioned items."
 
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