The new maid (Closed) "Second try"

[PredatorX]

This is the story of Eric Campbell. A guy born into a rich family. He pretty much have everything a kid would want, except his shyness when dealing with girls. The Campbells are a well renown family. Gregory, the father is a big shot in the oil business and are rarely home. Marie, the mother are a known architect and work most days. The familys latest maid have just gone into retirement due to old age. Marie tells her son that the agency will send another maid shortly. Eric ain´t to exited hearing it. Another old hag hassling him. He gets a surprise when the door bell rings and outside there are a beautiful young woman. Still a virgin Eric decides to experiment with this new maid. As his family are very well known and respected it is unlikely she will tell anyone of his advances. So he decides to seduce her. Just having started his spring break he thinks he have plenty of time doing that.

Name: Eric Campbell
Age: 18
Appearance: Short black hair, brown eyes, athletic built and attractive.

Eric
Lying in the bed, Eric are reading the latest car magazine. He was bored and the new maid should be arriving shortly. A new hag, a new day. Looking at the clock he sighed and put his magazine on the nightstand table. Then he went up from bed and got dressed. Choosing jeans and t-shirt he was soon ready to go down for breakfast.

Heading downstairs and saw that his parents already was sitting at the table. "Hi mom and dad" he greeted them. Dad just nodded never looking up from the business pages of his magazine. Mom smiled to him "You are up early today eric." "Was bored" Eric replied, just as the door bell rang. Mom got up and went to the hallway and the door with him a step behind her. She opened the door to the new maid in their life.

 

[TabascoKV]

Name: Ambrya (Am-bree-uh) Troop
Age: 19
History: Ambrya grew up in the backyard of the Georgia mountains, instilling in her a passion for nature. It was that interest that sparked her desire in high school to continue on in college. That desire took her away from home to Dallas, Texas to attend college. While there, she needed to take on a part time job to pay her bills, and so she found an opening for a maid position.
Appearance: Ambrya is about five feet three inches tall, shortness running in her family. Mountain climbing being a traditional hobby of hers, she has grown up with a rather built, slim figure. While she is no super model, she loves to be active. Her hair curls to just below her shoulder, cascading in a dark red frame around her freckled face. Her piercing green eyes have a glassy expression about them that seem to give everything away, yet nothing away at the same time.
Personality: Amby has never been a very social person. She is very polite, and maintains a formal attitude around everybody.

IC:

Another day, another dollar. At least, she hoped so. Ambrya was starting her first day as a maid for a well to do family. The idea of cleaning up after other people really did not appeal to her, but she had this funny habit of eating and showering and wearing clothes. She also liked having a roof over her head. There were not many jobs available to a college student that were hiring people without experience. Anybody could clean a room.

There was a part of her that was relatively nervous about it. Even though Ambrya was not an over-enthusiast when it came to being a social butterfly, but she did like to make a good first impression, especially when it came to her employer. Choosing her outfit carefully, she wanted to send the impression that she was serious about her job, no matter how demeaning she really found it to be. She had finally chosen a pair of black and white-pin striped pants and a sleeveless white button up shirt.

Arriving a few minutes early, not enough to be agitating, but enough to set a good example, she walked up to the door. Reaching up, she tucked her red bang behind her ear, her hair falling down her back. From there, she pushed the button for the doorbell, hearing it ring on the inside. Pulling her purse strap up, her green purse snuggled underneath her arm. Ambrya could hear the approaching footsteps, and inhaled deeply as the door opened. Smiling politely, she nodded her head in greeting.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Campbell." Her thick Georgian accent stood out amongst the Texan accent. Though both had that little Southern twang, there was a difference to the sound of it.

 

[PredatorX]

"Who is it dear?" The masculine voice of Mr Gregory Campbell hears clearly through the hallway. Marie Campbell smiles to Ambrya before replying. "It is the new maid love." Eric is standing in the background, almost afraid of being seen. His mothers next words is an echo of his thoughts. "Are you not quite young to be a maid. I was sure you would be older."

Eric placed his sweaty hands in the pockets of his jeans and gave her a shy look. This was a surprise to him. Their latest maid had been an old hag named Margaret. She had the habit of being a nasty bitch. He considered what this new maid could mean for his nearest future. This required much thinking on his part. As a virgin he was horny pretty much all the time. Horny and curious. He hears his mother to invite her in and he steps to the side and tries to smile without showing his nervousness.

 

[TabascoKV]

Smiling as Mrs. Campbell called back to her husband, there was something that she instantaly liked about the woman in front of her. She couldn't explain it, but it was there. It was an instantaneous respect that a woman would show such love to her husband simply by the inflection in her voice. Her parents were certainly not like that. They had divorced the year before she left for college, and the marriage had not ended on good terms.

Feeling her face blush slightly as she made a comment about her age, Amby bit her bottom lip. Yes, she was probably the youngest one on the force at the maid service, but she had always looked younger than she really was.

"I am nineteen years old. I'll be twenty in two months. If you prefer an older maid, I can call the service up to send one." She didn't want to, but if that was what the customer had wanted, then that's what the customer would get.

"I can assure you, ma'am, that I am qualified." Her tone was pleasant as she spoke, that little Southern accent making her sound all too charming. Her eyes flitted towards the woman's son for a brief second before returning to her.

 

[PredatorX]

"No no, i was just surprised." Marie told her. She flashed one of her smiles to the charming young woman. "this is my son Eric." She nodded to Eric before adding. "He is a bit shy." Eric felt like his heart was sinking at that remark. Almost wishing he was. Why couldn´t his mother keep quiet sometime. He suspected that all his mothers friends knew about everything he did. "Hello miss." He stuttered.

Wishing he could just leave he just stood his ground. Just then Marie kept on humiliating him. Without knowing it of course. "Eric is just one year younger than you." He nods dumbly and his cheeks go red with embaressment. Damn it he thought. That was not a first impression he wished to make. He tries a smile to the young woman.

 

[TabascoKV]

Ambrya felt relieved when Mrs. Campbell declined her offer. She sighed inwardly, but didn't show anything but a professional expression on her face. She really needed this job. It was really hard to find a job that worked with her school schedule, and even though she was on break at the moment, she had made sure that when it started back up next week, things would still work out.

As Eric was introduced, she turned a smile his way, her head nodding slightly. She felt slightly rediculous at such a formal title.

"Please call me Ambrya. It's nice to meet you." Anything but miss. It made her feel about fifty years old. His mother was clearly putting him in a less than comfortable position, but seemed oblivious to it. Weren't most parents like that? Turning her attention back on the woman before her, she reached up and brushed a red curl behind her ear.

"Well, Mrs. Campbell, shall we get down to business?" There was no pushy tone in her voice, but more of a pleasant formality. "Are there any questions you'd like to ask me to make sure I'm the right person for you?" Ambrya had really never been able to understand how somebody could allow a complete stranger into their home.

 

[PredatorX]

Marie just smiled at Ambrya. "We will get to know eachother soon enough. I trust that the agency do not send thiefs our way." Eric just did not know where to turn his eyes so he just looked down and excused himself quietly. He retreated back to his room and lay down on the bed. Trying to read his magazine again, to no avail. He just could not concentrate.

Marie invited Ambrya to step inside the door. "You wan´t something to eat dear?" Her smile was warm and inviting.

Upstairs in his room Eric still struggled with the magazine. Eventually he sighed and placed it on the nightstand and sat up in the bed. He cursed his nervousness in front of girls. That was something he needed to fix right away he thought to himself. Most of his friends had been with a girl and many of them with more than one. From this moment he decided to braver. If that was possible.

 

[TabascoKV]

Ambrya would never think of stealing anything from anybody. She felt herself relaxing slightly as she stepped through the door, her eyes flickering to Eric's retreating back. That was the quickest she'd ever seen somebody skuttle out of her presence. Looking back, she was kind of taken back by Mrs. Campbell's offer.

"Oh, no thank you. I ate not too long ago." Her hand absentmindedly touched her stomach for a brief moment.

"But if I'm keeping you from lunch, please don't feel obligated to interupt your schedule on my account."

 

[PredatorX]

Marie just smiles to Ambrya and shakes her head. "You are not interrupting and the food aren´t going anywhere." Her smile widens. "One of the perks of working for us is that you are free to use our swimming pool and the workout equipments we have." With that said she turns towards the door to the dining room.

Upstairs Eric wandered around his room aimlessly. This was stupid he thought to himself. He needed something to occupy his mind and body with. The nervousness he felt around Ambrya was both scary and refreshing. Sighing he decided that a swim would do the trick to calm his nerves.

He quickly changed to his swim pants and sneaked down the stairs and out the back door. At the pool he dives under the surface of the water.

 

[TabascoKV]

"Thank you, ma'am, but I don't think I could do that." She liked the idea of having a pool at her services, but she would not feel right getting paid to swim and work out. Though Ambrya wasn't severely social, she had always been a hard worker. Whether it was in school, a job, or anything else, she always put one hundred percent towards her final goal.

 

[PredatorX]

Eric worked the tension from his body by swimming, and kept on swimming until he was to exhausted to think of anything else. The pool was the reason why he had the body of an athlete. He hadn´t really been involved in sports and such. He thought he would do well in the school swimming team though.

He climbs out of the pool and wipes his body as dry he can with his towel. Then he drapes it over his shoulders and goes back into the house front door. His courage had slightly been reinstated. At least he thought so until he saw Ambrya standing in the hallway alone. His mother must have gone back in to his father. He inhaled deeply before he went over to her. "My manners must have gone away earlier. Let me introduce myself properly." He says and extends his hand to her in greeting. "As my mother said, i am Eric. only son in this family."

 

[TabascoKV]

Ambrya had received a thorough tour of the house, and was now trying to find her way around the house on her own. Mrs. Campbell had given her a small list of things that needed immediate attention, but she had not overwhelmed her in any way. It had been about a week since their last made had quit, and her busy schedule had kept Mrs. Campbell from getting a few things done.

Ambrya had started off by folding three baskets full of towels. Her eyes had bugged out slightly at the sight of them. How many towels could a family of three possibly own? Granted they weren't exactly a family struggling when it came to monetary support.

It had taken her about twenty minutes, but the towels were folded neatly and stacked inside one of the big laundry baskets. Picking it up, she rested it on her hip as she walked down the hallway. Biting her bottom lip, she tried to remember which closet the towels resided in. Opening up the last closet on the right, she put them up quickly with the few remaining clean towels. She had just closed the closet and turned just in time to see Eric heading her way. Putting on her professionaly, polite smile, she stopped as he stood in front of her, re-introducing himself to her.

With her free hand, she shook his hand gently, nodding her head.

"It's nice to meet you...again. If you'd like, I'm heading back to the laundry room. I can take that towel for you."

 

[PredatorX]

He hesitated for just a moment before handing her his wet towel. Feeling slightly awkward in just his swimming pants he are just glad that he don´t have an erection at the moment. The fact that his pants was like a second skin and rather revealing was not something he could help. He tried to smile his ordinary smile. "If you have any questions when my parents are not home, i will gladly answer them as best i can."

 

[TabascoKV]

Call it oblivon to the male sex, but Ambrya was not phased one bit by his lack of clothing. She had never really gotten into the whole dating, boy craze scene growing up, and that hadn't changed once she'd gotten into college. Taking the towel from him, she dropped it into the basket, readjusting it on her hip. Nodding her head, a genuine smile broke through her forced one.

"Thank you. I think right now I'm just trying to remember my way around here. Not exactly a small place." She had to remember where the laundry room was. She'd taken quite a trek through the house, and felt kinda backwards.

"Speaking of which...where is the laundry room?" Grinning, her nose wrinkled slightly as she looked at him questioningly.

 

[PredatorX]

Returning her smile with a more confident one of his own. "Follow me." Still feeling slightly awkward with so little clothes on he walks past her. Accidently brushing against her but keeps his emotions under control. He leads her down the hallway to the laundry. Turning to her with a smile. "I know it is big, but you get used to it"

 

[TabascoKV]

Ambrya tried to step back as he passed, but didn't quite make it in time as his body bumped into hers slightly. Reaching across her body, she held onto the basket with both hands. Making a mental note in her mind to remember where everything was, she nodded a smile his way.

"Thank you. I'm sure I will. We had three bedrooms in my house, and five of us to share it with. Getting lost was never really an option." Grinning, she walked past him and bent down to set the basket down. There was one more load to go into the drier. Which was the last thing Mrs. Campbell had asked her to do. Moving quickly, she took the sheets out of the washer and tossed them into the awaiting mouth of the white piece of machinery. Throwing in a Bounty sheet, she closed the door with a resounding echo and turned the drier on.

Standing up, she brushed her hair out of her face, inhaling deeply.

"Is there anything you need me to do?"