The French Maid

[The Preacher]

OOC : Closed thread between LilAshley and myself. Look, I know this isn't original, but it's a classic, so, bear with me.

My character is Tom Rowlands, a diminutive hermit, extremely sexually repressed and perverted. He's slightly overweight, though basically a reasonable looking guy, not stunning, not replusive. Very wealthy, bored with life, and lazy.

IC : When I hired this girl, I didn't necessarily have sex in mind, though unconsciously, that may have been there. I had responded to an ad, looking for work, for a newly arrived french woman. For some reason, the ad attracted me, and now, I waited. She was due to arrive at noon, and it was now 1211pm.

I rapped my fingers on the table, and heard the doorbell ring loudly.

 

[LilAshley]

Anne

I was new to the country and was hoping I would be able to stay long enough to get a job, a man, a ring and a green card. I posted an ad hoping to find work somewhere. I got a call from a man who said he would interview me. I was so excited I forgot my purse half way to his house. Now I was running late.

I showed up at the large house. I strutted up the long walkway to the door, leaning over as I rung the doorbell. I stood looking aruond the nice neighborhood as I waited for the man on the phone to answer.

I wore a knee length tan skirt, a white button up blouse, white lace bra with matching thong and thigh highs along with some 4 inch pumps. I had my maids outfit stuffed in my purse, just in case I would be hired and needed to start today.

 

[The Preacher]

I hurried to the door and opened it. I saw her standing there, ravishing, curvaceous, however, soon enough, I composed myself and spoke in an authorative manner.

"You're late? Can I expect such disobediant behaviour from you in the future?"

Her bright face was cast down like a child at my discipline. I grinned evilly and told her to sit down, in my most masculine voice.

 

[LilAshley]

Anne

I stepped inside and went to the large living room. I found the first piece of furniture and quickly say down. My chest still bouncing as I sat. I crossed my legs and sat with great posture. Waiting for his next word as I watched him enter the room. Trying to look cheerful instead of intimidated.

 

[The Preacher]

I walked after her, much more deliberately and thought out then her. As soon as I saw her, my demeanour had changed, I was overcome with hidden lust, and wanted to play with her. I turned before I reached her, and locked the door with a key, I had an additional lock inserted for extra protection.

I ran my hand along the leather chair on which she sat, lightly brushing her shoulders. I moved across to the opposing chair, clapsed my hands, and asked her;

"Why should I hire you? What can you offer me?"

I raised an eyebrow.

 

[LilAshley]

Anne

"Well I've been cleaning back in the old country since I was only 10." I say, trying to be impressive. Not really sure why he locked the door, but I really really needed this job. No questioning what he is doing, I don't want to upset him if I have a chance.

 

[The Preacher]

I shook my head impatiently.

"Look, I hear that same shit all the fucking time." I became angry, hostility boiled up in me, as I tried to imtimidate her more and more. I stood up, standing over her.

"Every maid can do that shit, what can YOU do for ME?"

 

[LilAshley]

Anne

I jumped when he screamed at me. Now getting a little scared, feeling uneasy as he stood over me. "Umm well wha what do you want me to do for you sir?" I asked quietly.

 

[The Preacher]

"No, no, no." I shook my head in disapproval. I grabbed her rounded chin and forced her to look at me.

"Listen to me, I asked a question, you stupid slut. WHAT CAN YOU DO FOR ME?"

There was more than intimidation now, it was real fear as I saw her look at the door.