I step into the large mansion with a fake smile on my face. I don’t want to be a maid, but it pays a lot better than my other options. Besides, the phone interview went well enough and didn’t set off too many alarm bells.

Waiting in the lobby is a girl about my age, but slightly taller with long black hair and a pair of square glasses. Her white skin is tanned enough that she clearly leaves the house more often than I do, but not so tan as to imply sunbathing or surfing. She looks at me, cocking her head like a curious bird. “Are you also here about the job?” she asks softly.

“Yeah, the maid position?” I ask, and she nods in response. “Nice. Good to know I won’t have to clean this whole place on my own.”

She smiles lightly. “Yeah, same. I wonder why he doesn’t have anyone else working here.”

“I asked about that during the interview actually,” I respond, checking my phone and confirming that we’re a couple of minutes early. “Apparently he purchased this place from a friend who wasn’t using it, and the staff didn’t come with it. The place was basically just being maintained, and there weren’t any permanent caretakers assigned to it.”

“Huh,” the girl says. “Do you think he wants us to be permanent caretakers?”

I shrug. “I didn’t get that vibe. It sounds like he just needs someone to start with, and will find a permanent staffing solution later. I’m Liz, by the way.”

“Rose,” she says, holding out her hand. “Nice to meet you.”

We’re interrupted by one of the inner doors opening to reveal our employer, Thomas Raymond. I looked him up before coming here, and he seemed like a pretty typical super rich person. Which is to say he lacks empathy and probably has a bunch of questionable kinks, but is good enough at covering his tracks that I couldn’t pick up as much as I’d like.

Appearance wise, he’s a tall, attractive black man. Very tall, easy reaching 6’5” by my estimate. He’s wearing a nice suit, and his hair is buzzed short in a military style. His whole bearing looks ex-military, actually. Overall, he’s not what I tend to expect from someone who makes his money from behind a desk.

“Welcome, ladies,” he says smoothly. “I trust you had no issues getting here?”

“No, sir,” Rose says politely. “I took the bus, and the route takes me just down the street.”

“Hmm, not ideal,” he says, tilting his head slightly. “Being punctual is of the utmost importance. If you believe you will be late due to a delay in the buses, please call a cab and I will reimburse you for the fare.”

Rose and I both blink in surprise. “Oh, uh. Thank you,” she says.

“I drove,” I say, turning his attention towards me. “I saw that you had parking spaces for employees at the edge of your property, so I put my car there. It’s a 2001 Toyota, the blue one.”

He nods. “I’ll give you some paperwork at the end of your shift to get a parking pass. For today, I’ll just let security know to ignore it. Now, follow me, and we’ll get started with orientation”

Rose and I share a confused glance, before following our boss through the house. On the way, he lists off the various rooms, their purpose, and a brief overview of our expectations.

“I expect the entire house to be cleaned over the course of two weeks. Once it’s completely clean, you’ll start over from the beginning and repeat ad infinitum. Two weeks should be more than enough time, which will let you complete any additional projects I assign you. The videos I created, along with the instruction manual, will have details on the exact nature of your regular cleaning duties and the optimum schedule to follow when completing them. Try to stick to the schedule as best you can, and if you feel there’s a more efficient way to do it, please contact me to discuss it before simply deviating.

“Any questions?” He asks, taking us to a comfortable looking room behind an employee only sign.

“You said something about additional projects?” I ask, taking in what I assume to be our staff room. There’s a door leading to the locker room, hanging open to reveal a line of showers without privacy stalls past the rows of lockers. No curtains either, but there aren’t any men working here, so it doesn’t feel like a dealbreaker. There are also two doors on the left wall – also ajar – that lead into rooms with several bunk beds, not that Rose and I are living on site. The room itself has a comfortable looking leather couch, a pair of vending machines, a fridge, and a small kitchen nook. There’s also a small door set into the right wall that’s currently closed, with a sign labeled ‘training room’.

“Yes, at times I will have temporary tasks that need to be taken care of. Nothing too extreme, merely time sensitive versions of your normal duties. For instance, if I need the foyer cleaned ahead of schedule for an event, I would give you that assignment in addition to your normal work load,” he explains.

It sounds reasonable enough on the surface, but it all depends on how heavy our normal load is, and how often he requires us to do additional work.

“The most important part of the job,” he continues, “is that you do whatever I ask you to do. Cleaning the bathrooms, scrubbing the tiles, even repainting the walls. If I ask you to do it, you do it. Follow my orders promptly and efficiently, and it will be reflected in your monthly bonus.”

And there it is, the reason I'm working here instead of somewhere else. Monthly bonuses, going as high as twice our normal salary. It really seems too good to be true, but nothing else has stuck out as a red flag.

“Now, if you don't have any other questions, I have other things to take care of, and you have several training videos to go over,” he pauses, looking between us expectantly. We both shake our heads. “Very well. They should be preloaded into the television in the training room, but if you run into any issues, send me a text and I will fix it at the first opportunity.”

He steps past us, pausing for just a moment to turn back. “Feel free to make use of all the facilities here. You can even stay the night if you wish, so long as you remain under my employment.”

With that said, he steps out of the staff room. I turn to Rose, who’s worrying her lower lip. “What do you think?” I ask.

“I think it's too good to be true, but I'm not finding the catch,” she answers.

“Same,” I say with a shrug. “We'll just have to keep our wits about us and stick together, yeah?”

There's a moment of hesitation before she nods. “Yeah, stick together.”

“Now, let's go watch those videos,” I say, smiling as I open the door to the training room. There's another couch in there, along with a somewhat large screen against one wall. There's a lock on the inside of the training room door, along with instructions to keep the lock engaged during training. Which seems odd, but at least the lock isn’t on the outside of the room.

We settle onto the couch, and I press the button to start the video. The lights dim, becoming faintly purple, before shifting across the entire rainbow spectrum slowly enough that you don't even notice until everything is bathed in a different color. It's honestly pretty relaxing.

A sound emanates from the speakers, and it takes me a second to realize its nature sounds ASMR. Rustling leaves mostly. There's something else that I can't quite place my finger on. Like a tone that's just below my hearing range.

I put it out of my mind as the video starts. It’s a pretty basic instructional video, made by Thomas Raymond himself. His smooth voice walks us through a virtual tour of the mansion, going far more in depth on what our duties are and how to accomplish them. Impressively, he actually demonstrates the cleaning tasks himself, which puts my estimation of him up a bit.

The next video starts, and it talks about etiquette. How we’re supposed to stand and address him. “When you’re on the clock, you will refer to me as ‘boss.’ Off the clock you can use my name, but professionalism is important in this profession,” he explains, and I find myself nodding along. It makes sense, really. As do the instructions on how to hold ourselves when at attention; hands clasped in front of our bodies as we stare straight ahead. His ex-military origins are very obvious in all of this.

Next is the uniform, which looks like a slightly more practical version of a maid fetish outfit. Alarm bells go off for a moment, before I take a closer look and see the differences. The skirt goes down to the knees, and the stockings are fairly durable. The blouse is white because it highlights stains, which is a necessity when using chemicals that are potentially harmful to your skin. There’s also an apron that can be worn, and a variety of long sleeve shirts or gloves that can be worn underneath.

As he explains his reasoning for using this outfit, I find myself relaxing again. “It’s to get you in the correct mindset,” his voice echoes through the room. “The mindset of being a maid is the most essential part, and it’s what you should be most focused on internalizing. Anyone can clean, but it takes a special mindset to be a Maid.”

More videos flip on automatically, going into more and more detail on cleaning techniques, as well as expanding on the maid mindset.

“Now, I don’t expect you to internalize this all at once. Your first month is going to be a training month, and don’t be afraid to make mistakes,” he says in that relaxing and comforting voice of his. “If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. Additionally, there are a host of optional videos that will become available to you as you continue along your journey to becoming a maid. Watching them is not required, but will contribute to your bonus at the end of the month.”

The lights slowly brighten as the video ends. The sound keeps pouring from the speakers, although it grows somewhat fainter. I blink, and look at Rose. She looks a bit disoriented, blinking dumbly at the change in light. I check my phone and – we’ve been here for five hours?!

“Wow, time really flies huh,” I remark, shaking the cobwebs from my mind. Thankfully, I can still remember the majority of the videos, so it wasn’t a complete waste of time.

“Yeah, it really does,” Rose responds, standing up with a stretch. Her shirt rides up slightly, exposing a hint of her stomach, and my eyes linger involuntarily.

I stand up, giving a little stretch of my own. “Right, so let’s put on our uniforms and go through the mansion ourselves.”

Rose nods, and the rest of our shift goes as expected. The uniforms feel surprisingly natural, and there’s no issue bending over or reaching high places in them. I was worried about flashing my panties when I saw it at first, but I don’t notice anything like that happening as we take notes and make plans for our first real day of cleaning tomorrow.

The job still seems too good to be true, but I’m far more optimistic than I was when I walked in today.

*****

It’s been one week on the job, and things have been going very well. We’ve been watching videos daily at the start and end of our shift, and doing standard cleaning tasks in between. Some videos are repeats to make sure everything sunk in, but others are new.

Like today, there was a video on the importance of obedience. It went into a lot of detail on why we should obey the boss no matter what, and explained what might happen if we don’t. It’s not that I saw much reason to disobey in the first place, given that everything he’s asked has been reasonable so far, but that video did help cement that fact in my mind.

My phone dings, and I stop my work to check the message. Technically it’s my work phone, as he gave us both simple cell phones to use while we work while our personal phones sit in the locker room. The message is from the boss, asking me to his office to help him with something.

“Hey, Rose,” I call to the other girl. “Boss wants me for something. Are you good with the rest of this?”

“Should be fine,” Rose shrugs, glancing across the mostly clean room. “We’re almost done anyway.”

“I’ll text you when I’m heading back to the staff room then,” I say, standing up off the floor and smoothing out my skirt. Originally, I’d complained about how short the skirt was, but at this point I think it might be too long. It keeps bunching up under my knees when I kneel down, and I’d almost rather it was shorter; even if that does increase the chances of a wardrobe malfunction. I brought this up to Rose, and she agreed with me on all points, which was pretty comforting.

“Sounds good,” Rose says with a smile.

I walk briskly through the house, making sure to keep my back straight and my pace even. There are cameras all through the house, and on the off chance he’s watching, I want to make sure I’m acting as professionally as possible. Not that he’s ever penalized us for our posture, but I want that monthly bonus.

I knock twice on the door to his office, and he immediately calls for me to enter. He’s sitting behind his desk, sorting through paperwork and glancing at a laptop. To his left is a large snake enclosure with his beloved python, which he so creatively named ‘Coil.’

“You wanted to see me, sir?” I ask, falling back on my training to be polite and act like the perfect maid. Rose finds it easier to do, as she’s a naturally polite person, while I have to fight to not snip or snark at him for no reason.

“Yes, I need you to clean that stain off the wall,” he says, pointing to a rather large discoloration near the door I entered from. “I met with someone earlier today who was... uncooperative, and he threw a glass of wine at the wall. I picked out the glass myself, but you may want to give it another once over in the meantime.”

“Yes, sir,” I say, giving a short bow before moving to collect the cleaning supplies. It’s shockingly easy to be polite to him. I don’t even have to think before I’m following his orders and responding according to my training. Maybe it’s because it was his voice in the training, which causes me to more easily associate him with what I learned?

That’s actually very smart.

The cleaning is easy, although I need to kneel on all fours to pick out the rest of the glass. I can feel his gaze on me the entire time, but I ignore it in favor of completing my work as quickly as possible. The stain doesn’t come out, but a brief application of paint covers it up. “I’ll need to do a second coat later,” I explain, remembering the video on painting.

“Very good, Miss Wilcock,” he says, and a thrill of satisfaction goes through me. Being praised for a job well done is wonderful, and I’d very much like to get more of it. “You have more videos to watch, yes? Why don’t you take care of that with Miss Herbert, and then you can apply the second coat before heading home for the day.”

“Yes sir, thank you,” I bow again, face slightly flush, and walk briskly back to the staff room. His praise is affecting me more than I expected, which is odd. I guess I’ve just not been praised enough until now, which makes it hit harder.

I step into the staff room to find Rose reading another of her books. She always brings books to work to read during her downtime, which I think is very cute of her. Sometimes she reads classical literature, and sometimes she reads trashy paperbacks. Today looks like a trashy paperback day, given the slightly raunchy picture of a vampire woman clutching a blushing maiden from behind.

“How's the book?” I ask, and she looks up at me as she slips a bookmark in it.

“Not great, but better than I expected. It's about a maid who falls victim to her vampire mistress. I'm enjoying the characters far more than I expected, but the prose is just abysmal,” she says, and I smile softly at her. “How was the project?”

“It was fine. I need to apply a second coat of paint later, but in the meantime I have videos to watch,” I say with a shrug.

“Same, I was just waiting for you,” she says with a light smile. The door being locked during the training means that once it's started, we need to wait for the current occupant to finish before entering to do our own. As such, we tend to wait to do them together.

“Shall we?” I ask, holding out my hand. She grasps it, pulling herself off the couch and letting me lead her into the training room.

We settle in for the video – this one about proper hygiene – and relax, sitting a bit closer to each other than usual.

I rest my head on her shoulders, and just enjoy the soothing lights and sounds as the boss’s voice worms its way into my mind.

*****

I grumble to myself as Rose and I step into the staff room. We've been at it for three weeks now, but this is the first time I actually feel gross about this job. There was a pipe explosion in the bathroom, and we had to clean it up. Despite our best efforts, both of us ended up soaked to the bone.

The boss gave us the rest of the day off as a result, which was nice of him. He seemed genuinely regretful of how we ended up, and said he was going to get us new uniforms as quickly as possible.

Rose took the opportunity to ask for shorter skirts, which he was happy to oblige.

We trudge into the locker room, stripping off our ruined outfits as quickly as we can. I grimace as I realize I’ll probably have to toss my underwear too, and slide my panties down my legs with a sigh. I turn to go to the shower, and pause when I realize Rose is staring at me with wide eyes. She’s half undressed herself, and I take a moment to admire her toned legs and svelte form. She’s really in shape for a young college student, which shouldn’t surprise me as much as it does.

I know she’s attracted to me, but it’s not really been a big deal until now. She’s never stared too long, or been creepy about it, so I just… didn’t really think about it. Then again, we’ve never showered at the same time before. Not out of any conscious effort, more so out of coincidence. I’m about to say something, when a delicious idea tugs at my mind.

I pause, turning it over in my head. Why would I seduce her? I don’t think I’m into women… or anyone for that matter, but seducing her was my first through? Was I wrong about my sexuality? I guess it would be pretty fun, and possibly even pleasurable to do something like that with my friend and coworker.

The video about work relationships springs to my mind. There was no rule against them, except that it shouldn’t get in the way of work duties. If anything, he encouraged “getting to know one another as closely and intimately as you’re comfortable with so as to increase teamwork.”

I didn’t think much of it at the time, but it does make sense. It’s not like it has to be a big deal anyway.

“Need any help?” I ask, glancing at her underwear.

She blushes, and finishes stripping under my watchful gaze. She’s completely shaven, just like me – the video on hygiene went into a lot of detail about how important it is that we shave completely – and it’s a very good look on her. “I’m fine,” she says, still blushing.

I step up to the open shower stall, and turn on the water with a content moan. Infinite hot water is quite the perk. Rose steps to the one next to me, eyes flickering to my body when she thinks I’m not looking. I unconsciously lick my lips in excitement, and grab a bar of soap from the alcove.

“Wanna help wash me?” I ask innocently. Rose freezes. “We haven’t showered together before, but I figure it can be like… a team building exercise.”

Her eyes light with understanding, and I can see her instantly relaxing slightly. “Right, yeah. I almost forgot about that. Sure, I can help out.”

I hand her the soap, and she suds up her hands before placing them on my shoulders from behind. I shiver as her dexterous hands rub across my body, leaning into her as her fingers dig and scratch into me. One of her hands slips around the front of my body, brushing against the base of my breast, and I let out a brief, aborted whimper.

She pauses, and I feel her step closer to me. “Am I doing a good job?” she asks, her hand moving back around the font.

“Yes, you are,” I whisper, arching my back slightly. “Make sure to clean… all of me.”

Her hand moves to cup my breast, and she pulls me flush against her body. I lean into her touch, my heart pounding as her other hand snakes around and slides down towards my pussy. She’s far more confident than I would have expected, but then she’s also got something of a dominant streak.

Her fingers press into me, obviously inexperienced, but eager and confident all the same. I buck my hips into her, pleasure building like I’ve never before experienced. I don’t know why I feel this way, but it’s so good that I don’t want it to stop. I want her to touch me, to fuck me, and that’s…

Hot.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time,” Rose whispers, planting a kiss on my neck. I whimper, knees shaking as my mind clouds with lust.

“Please,” I gasp.

“Please what?” she asks, and I detect the barest hint of uncertainty in her tone. 

“Fuck me,” I say, and she pauses slightly. “I need you. I don’t know why, but I do.”

“Okay,” she says, and redoubles her efforts.

I squirm, blushing and moaning as she figures out how to pleasure me. She’s a quick learner, and it takes only a handful of minutes before I’m cumming against her. Something inside me clicks, and I realize that this is what I was missing.

I slump into her arms, and she supports me for as long as it takes me to stand up under my own strength. I turn to look at her, and see pride and hesitation in her eyes. I lean forward and kiss her, and she kisses me back without hesitation. “Wow,” I say, pulling back for air. “That was… incredible.”

“Really?” Rose asks, suddenly shy again.

“Yeah. I’ve never done anything like that before, but… this was so good,” I continue, hand idly trailing circles across her skin.

“You haven’t?” Rose asks. “But you’re so pretty.”

“I just wasn’t interested,” I shrug. “I won’t know what changed, but this was wonderful, and I’m down to do it again sometime.”

“I’d like that,” Rose says with a smile.

“Want me to return the favor?” I ask, hand ghosting to her own pussy.

She blushes, and nods. I press my fingers into her with a grin, rubbing circles with my palm as I once again claim her mouth, my breasts pressing against hers as I push her against the shower wall. She moans into my mouth, and a shiver of contentment runs through me.

It takes us a long time to finish cleaning up after that.

*****

I step out of the training room in a bit of a daze. Today is the final day of our trial month, and we had a modified schedule as a result. I started with cleaning while Rose did some solo videos, and then she went to see the boss for her performance review. After that, she took over the rest of the cleaning and I went to do my videos.

I can see why she looked so out of it when she got out of the performance review. She was pretty flush, and walking was a little funny too. Probably from sitting around too much.

The videos were going over the etiquette, the importance of obedience, and most importantly, the maid mindset.

“Service above all else,” the boss had said in the video. “You’re to put the happiness and pleasure of your master above all else. Additionally, you should derive your pleasure from the satisfaction of those you’re serving. This is the most important part of being in the mindset of a good maid.”

I feel like I understand that now. Like a bunch of things added up throughout the month, and this final series of videos snapped it all together like a puzzle. I’m still a bit nervous about screwing up, but I’m a professional, and I can do my job no matter what’s demanded of me.

I knock twice on the boss’s door, and wait patiently for him to call me in. It takes him thirty seconds, after which I step in with a brief bow. “Lock the door behind you, if you would,” he says, and I follow his instructions automatically. I step forward, standing at attention with my hands clasped in front of me, staring straight ahead with a smile on my face. There’s soothing nature sounds playing through the speakers on his desk, the same ones from the training room, the familiar just out-of-reach tone underneath it all.

“I finished the videos, boss,” I state, and wait patiently for him to start the review.

“How do you feel about them?” He asks, steepling his hands in front of himself.

“I feel like I properly understood and internalized the lessons taught to me,” I chirp promptly.

“Good,” he says, and a thrill of happiness runs through me. “Now, let's go over your knowledge of the job…”

He asks rapid fire questions about cleaning and maintenance, as well as questions about emergency protocols and procedures. I answer each one promptly and efficiently, my mood soaring with each correct answer. Twenty minutes later, and he nods in satisfaction.

“Excellent, now there’s just one more thing left to do. I need to make sure you understand the maid mindset properly,” he says, and I straighten even further. This is the most important part of the review, and I can’t mess it up. “Let’s start with the uniform. Raise your skirt.”

My stomach drops, but I follow his order anyway. He lets out a disappointed sigh. “You’re not wearing the uniform’s panties,” he says simply. I’m wearing a random pair of my own panties, not the plain white ones that are part of the uniform. I hadn’t thought it would matter, and now I’ve screwed up.

“No sir, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would be a big deal.” My throat is dry.

“It’s not the worst offense,” he concedes. “Do better going forward and this won’t be an issue. For now, just take them off. You can go without until you have a chance to change.”

I nod, relief filling me as I realize I haven’t screwed up. I slide down my panties, setting them in his outstretched hand without hesitation. He drops them in a nearby bin, and I’m grateful that I wore a pair I didn’t care about to work.

“The bra next,” he says, and I unbutton my blouse with a bit of pride. I’m not wearing a bra underneath, and he raises an eyebrow.

“The handbook states that none is an acceptable alternative,” I say, my nipples hardening at his attention, “and I don’t really like wearing bras.”

He nods, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his face. “That is more than acceptable.”

My stomach squirms with his praise. He stands up, walking around his desk to look me over more closely. I stand completely still, even when his hand trails under my skirt to cup my ass.

“How much sexual experience do you have?” he asks, and I blink in surprise.

“I’ve only had sex with Rose a couple of times,” I say, rallying myself. “Before her, I didn’t have any interest in it.”

“I see. That’s consistent with what she said as well,” he nods, and I abruptly realize that she probably had him do the same things to her as he’s doing to me. She probably wore the correct panties though, because she’s more professional than I am. “Don’t worry, this is just to set expectations.”

Expectations?

“Get on your knees and give me a blowjob,” he orders.

I turn around to face him fully, sinking to my knees in the same motion. I swallow thickly. I’ve never given a blowjob before. I’ve never used my mouth for sex at all actually, not even with Rose. “I’ve never done this before,” I say, undoing his zipper as I speak.

“That’s perfectly fine,” he says smoothly. “Like I said, this is just to establish a baseline and figure out how to tailor your training going forward.”

I nod, pulling his erect dick free and moving my mouth towards the head. I start with my tongue, licking it experimentally. He places a hand on my head, and gently pushes me forward. I open my mouth, careful to avoid using my teeth, and start sucking up and down his length.

He guides me gently, but doesn’t actually force me. I flick my tongue around his shaft experimentally, and get a soft grunt in return. A shiver runs through me, and I redouble my efforts.

“Do you have a gag reflex?” he asks, and I pause my sucking to look up and give him a nod. “Shame. We’ll have to train that out of you.”

I go back to work, licking and sucking as best I can for him. His pleasure is the most important part of this, and I need to do my best.

Several minutes later, he pulls out of my mouth with a sigh. “I think that’s enough for now,” he says, and I look down in shame. I didn’t make him cum, which feels like a failure on my part. “Don’t worry, I expected something like this. Like I said, this is about creating a baseline.”

I nod, trying not to be too disappointed in myself for not being able to give my boss a proper blowjob. I frown. There was something wrong with that statement. I try to think of why, but it keeps slipping out of reach. The ever present tone, and the sound of rustling leaves overtakes faint and distant thoughts like… whatever that was.

“Now, lean against my desk with your ass out and your legs spread,” he instructs, and I stand to follow his instructions. I swallow, my core heating up as I assume the position. He steps behind me, flipping up my skirt and exposing my bare pussy to him. “It’s good to see you take your personal hygiene seriously.”

“Thank you, sir,” I say, breaths coming out ragged as his hands run across my bare skin.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he says casually, lining up his cock with my entrance. “Feel free to enjoy yourself as much as you like. You’re on birth control, right?”

“Yes, sir,” I say, remembering the video talking about its importance. 

“Good girl,” he says, sending another wave of pleasure through me. He presses the head of his dick against my pussy, and I instinctively tense. He pushes forward, slow and steady, and I let out a gasp as he begins to fill me.

It’s slow, agonizingly slow, and it takes all my willpower to not press myself back against him. I never knew a dick could feel this good. He hilts himself inside me, pauses for a moment, then starts to withdraw. I let out a strangled moan at the emptiness, and then he thrusts back inside me.

He increases his tempo as I loosen up, and my moans and gasps get louder as he pounds me harder. A lot of what I read about sex says that penetration isn’t the pleasurable part, but I’m finding it to be incredibly arousing. Maybe it’s just me being different?

My knuckles whiten as I tighten my grip on the desk, and I begin rocking back and forth in time with his thrusts. He grips my waist with a steadying hand, while the other moves around my body to grope my breasts. I moan with pleasure as he kneads my boob, fingers tweaking my nipples all while he thrusts into me.

“You have such a lovely body,” he says casually. “You and Rose make a good pair.”

“T-thank you, sir,” I get out between thrusts.

“Are you enjoying things with her?” he asks again, his cock scraping against my walls.

“Yes, sir,” I say. “I like her a lot.”

“Good, I’m happy to hear it,” he says, tone upbeat. “I love when my employees can get along. Do let me know if the two of you need anything. You’re very good workers, and I would hate to lose you over something silly.”

“Of c-course,” gasp, toes curling in my shoes as I approach a climax.

He grunts, picking up the pace, and that’s enough to push me over the edge. I let out a soft cry, pressing my forehead to the desk and tightening around him as my orgasm floods through me.

He grunts again, gasping in clear pleasure as he finishes inside me. Hot cum spills into me, and it just feels so wonderful. I never knew it could feel this good, never even considered it.

“Good job,” he says, pulling out of me with a wet slurp. “There’s a roll of medical tape on the desk next to you. Seal up your cunt, so you don’t make a mess through the house, and after that you can clean me up.”

I nod, following his directions and sealing his seed inside me. After that, I get down on my knees and lick the cum and slick from his cock. The flavor is almost overwhelming, and I can definitely taste the difference between him and myself. It’s not a bad taste though, and I make sure to clean him up completely.

“Good, now if you could go check on Rose, see if she needs any more help,” he says, putting away his member and moving back behind his desk. “You’ve done excellent, and you’ll be receiving a rather large bonus.”

I stand up, staggering slightly. “Thank you, sir,” I say with a smile, the thought of money in my bank account arousing me almost as much as taking his dick. Although neither arouses me quite as much as the thought of Rose pushing me against a wall again.

I do my best to stand up straight as I make my way through the mansion, finding Rose bent over in the kitchen, putting her cleaning supplies in her bucket and giving me a clear view of her bare ass. I take a moment to enjoy the sight before clearing my throat. “You also didn’t wear the company underwear.”

Rose freezes, then stands to face me with a blush. “I usually do, but today I just… Didn’t.”

I smile reassuringly. “Don’t worry, it doesn’t seem like we’re going to get in trouble for it.”

“I know,” she says, relaxing as I step forward and put my hands on her waist. “It’s just… it’s so easy to forget, and I don’t want to screw up again.”

“We can help each other remember,” I say, pecking her lips softly.

“Yeah, we can,” she smiles, and pulls me into a deeper kiss. Her mouth tastes faintly of cum.

It’s not a bad taste.