The Maid. (closed)

[Scuttle Buttin']

Archer Phillips was alone, in virtually every sense of the word.

His parents had both died in a plane crash off the coast of Martha's Vineyard while they were there celebrating his 18th birthday. He was sitting in a hot tub overlooking the water with a couple of topless trust fund girls, their hands working together under the water to torment his cock, when he was informed of the crash. He didn't bother telling either of the girls who was on the phone or what was said, choosing to let them finish him off before he left.

It's not like he could do anything for them now anyway, could he?

As their only child, he inherited everything. The estate taxes took plenty, of course, but when the value of that estate was more than any one person could spend in a lifetime, it didn't much matter. After their death, he abandoned his plans to attend college in the fall and instead remained living in their - now his - large mansion. It was one of six homes they owned around the world, spread across four different countries, but the one he'd spent the most time growing up in and the one he thought of as home.

When he took over, there were a total of twelve staff members on the payroll, from the butler to housekeepers to grounds crew and kitchen staff. Within three years, that number had been reduced to four, and only one of the remaining were female - a woman in her 60's who worked in the kitchen, and did not run the risk of being groped by him. More than once, he'd paid off a female staff to keep her quiet when she left. It amount to a drop in the bucket for him, and he lost no sleep over such payments.

Five years after his parents died, the last of the staff left. Whether because of his unrelenting demands or the fact that he was trying to run a house of such size alone, without a day off, for weeks on end, Archer didn't know or care. And in truth, he was happy to see the back of the whining little man. It was only a couple weeks on, as trash began to pile up and dust started to settle everywhere that he realized it might be time to replace some staff. Grocery delivery was easy enough to set up on-line, as well as a service to take care of the lawn so things didn't look as if no one lived on the property. Cleaning and cooking was another matter, though. There were outside services, of course, but they were beholden to their employer and not him, and he wanted someone there day and night. Staff quarters already existed, they simply needed to be filled.

He decided to start with a single maid, see how she did, and go from there. He was done with men working for him. If women could do the job and look good while they did, why even bother with anything else? He contacted three different recruiting services before he found one willing to accept his terms. The deal was made privately, with the owner of the firm. Nothing was on paper, payment was made in advance, and a bonus was offered if Archer was pleased with the job done.

His needs were simple: young, attractive, desperate for work, willing to be live-in help, and someone that would not run to the police the instant she felt a hand on her ass. He was assured the job would be done quickly, a girl sent his way as soon as possible.

It was, mercifully, less than a week before he received a call back that a suitable candidate had been found. She would be sent over the next morning for his final approval, and was available to move in that day should she receive it.

For the first time in more than a week, he shaved the morning of. He was in need of a haircut, the dark blonde had grown a bit long, but it managed to work for him and so he left it. He was tall, comfortably over six feet, and still kept himself in shape despite not doing the same for where he lived. His eyes were a cold blue, sharp and alert, his chin round and cheekbones high. He had broad shoulders and strong arms, a physicality that betrayed his time spent playing lacrosse. He knew, even setting aside his net worth, that he was a physically intimidating figure, and he used it to his advantage.

And he knew with the woman arriving today, he'd do the same.

 

[Ico]

Under the thin shadow of the canopy at the edge of the forest, a black car drove down the unpaved road, the glint of the sun appearing and disappearing on it like the flickering lamps its passenger was so used to. Sofia Ramirez was not a rich woman - quite the contrary, in fact - an she'd spent all her 18 years of life dealing with the sacrifices and compromises brought about by poverty. Her house had been mostly plywood, shared with two other families, the water was only warm for a few minutes every day, and the electricity was unreliable at best. Now, she sat in a car more comfortable than her bed, listening to the celestial chirp of forest birds rather than the murmur of pigeons, buzzing of mosquitoes, and ruckus of cars.
She was leaning out through the open window, taking in the Idyllic scene. Her chocolate eyes closed and a blissful smile spread on her smooth, olive-skinned face as she leaned her head up, basking in the warm sun, her wavy black hair flowing in the breeze. She hadn't bothered with the seat belt, since the road was so quiet and the trip so calm. She'd spent most of it sleeping, her lithe body laying on all three of the back seats, but once she'd woken up and seen where they were, how beautiful it all was, she'd jumped onto her knees, leaning her perky chest against the door and lifting her beautiful heart-shaped bottom in the air, excitedly, like a puppy, before lowering it to sit on her knees - which is how she sat now.
The car slowed down and made a sharp turn, stopping for a second. The driver, an old man in a suit and hat, seemingly pulled right out of a movie, leaned out to talk to someone over an intercom. After a few moments, the gate opened. It was a large iron gate, with a flowing design full of swirls and floral patterns, as well as lions and spears and a big coat of arms with the letter "P" in the center. The car drove through it, and onto a perfectly smooth cobbled road lined with hedges. Here, she noticed the first sign of neglect - the topiaries were starting to become overgrown, the shapes of the animals and motifs blurred, and she recalled her purpose here.
"Sofia, there's this big fat cat who lives in a mansion in the middle of nowhere. Apparently, his parents died recently, and since then he's been a total deadbeat. Son of a bitch even fired all his mansion's staff because he wanted to be alone, or something. But, turns out the little sissy doesn't like living in a pig's den, and doesn't want to do peasant's work or whatever, so he asked for a maid. Now... he had a few requests that weren't exactly standard protocol... By the way, don't you dare tell him I said any of those things."
Suddenly, she didn't feel so happy and at peace any more. This wasn't a pretty paradise, she reminded herself, this was a job. Possibly - no, probably an unpleasant one, judging by how this man was acting. The towering hedges felt like walls keeping her in, and anyone else out. The smooth cobble was unnatural, too perfect. The silent driver that never once spoke to her or looked at her after she got in the car, felt intimidating. The task ahead of her, monumental. She would have to care for an entire mansion on her own. The realization finally begun to sink in once she saw the massive building. It wasn't the biggest mansion in the world, but to her it felt like staring at the greatest palace. She gulped. This was the place she'd have to care for on her own. She wanted to give up right then and there. But no, this paid too well. She had to do this, for her beloved family.
The car drove out of the trench of hedges and she saw that beyond those walls was a gigantic garden, split in two by the road and decorated with ancient, towering trees, intricate patterns of flowers, and ponds and fountains of complex shapes and geometries. In the center of it all, a huge circular patio surrounding the mansion itself, which looked like a square with one of the sides open. In the center of that square, the road turned into a roundabout, with a beautiful fountain in the center, surrounded by flower gardens, benches, and sculptures. Her jaw dropped to the floor. She'd only ever seen luxury like this in the TV novellas, and now she was going to experience it first hand.
The car finally halted after half a turn around the fountain, stopping right in front of the sort path to the main entrance of the mansion. In front of the flight of steps that led to the over sized double doors, just a few meters away from the car stood a blonde man with a strong body dressed in a suit, and a cold expression in his cold blue eyes. The driver stepped out of the car and came around to open the door for her, and Sofia stepped out, feeling entirely inappropriate in her tight jeans and white top, compared to the two elegant men.
The old man opened the car's trunk and handed her her very light baggage, bowed to the suited man, and drove off, leaving her alone, holding her bag with both hands in front of her legs, just oozing insecurity.
"M- Mister Archer Philips, I presume?" She bowed quickly before walking, carefully, up to him. "I am Sofia Ramirez, your new maid. I-I'm sorry if I'm.... under dressed, but I was told not to bring the standard company uniform... and that- that you would be providing me with any clothes, tools and quarters." She fidgeted slightly, nervous. "I- I hope I can serve you in a manner most satisfactory, sir."