"Hurry it up," said Claire to her husband, who went into the bedroom to call. Claire started Dolly on cleaning the bathroom, a job which Claire hated. Dolly hummed happily the entire time as she cleaned. James still hadn't gotten a hold of Janet when Dolly had finished. He came out of the bedroom to find that Claire had tossed her shoes off and was sitting on the couch, rubbing her foot.

Dolly stepped out of the bathroom. "I'm done, ma'am. The bathroom is ready for inspecton."

"Foot cramp again?" James stated as he moved to grab Claire's foot.

"No, sir, let me!" Dolly flung her gloves off on the floor of the bathroom and dashed over to Claire. James stopped and looked at the tense yet excited woman who tenderly took his wife's foot and started massaging the constricted muscle along the arch.

Claire jerked her foot back, a surprised look on her face. "Oh, sorry, Ma'am!" said Dolly. "I didn't mean to..."

"Hon, let her," said James. "I think you'll be fine, and she obviously wants to." He gestured at the kneeling Dolly.

"Fine," said Claire sharply, as she moved her foot back towards Dolly. 

"Oh, thank you ma'am! Let me get my oils." Dolly disappeared into the bedroom and reappeared with several bottles. Each was clear plastic, full of a clear liquid, and had the scent written on the front. She picked lavender and used a liberal amount as she began rubbing Claire's tense foot. 

Claire tried not to, but she hummed in pleasure anyway. "Damn, she's a lot better than you ever were!"

James laughed and took it in stride. "She's probably trained," he said, noting his wife's eyes had slipped half-way down. He chuckled again as he walked to the bedroom to try Janet one more time. Dolly started singing softly to herself, rubbing out the tension and occasionally working pressure points. 

After calling unsuccessfully again, James came out of the bedroom and sat in front of his laptop. He started browsing another time through the website of Permanent Escorts, Inc., drifting through the list of available models. They were all beautiful, each in their own way. It sorted by hair color, skin color, age... The prices got to him, though. He looked into Bitcoins, running at eye-watering prices at the moment, and saw the cost of the models started in the hundreds of thousands of dollars. No way did Janet have that kind of money. Did she? Really, James hadn't kept in touch. Getting a gift at all was a surprise, much less getting one so expensive and... unique. He looked over at Dolly, and saw that she had moved to Claire's other foot. Claire just sat there, accepting the attention in a blissful daze. James looked back at the site and continued poking around. After a bit, he felt his stomach growl. He stood up and asked, "Are either of you hungry? I think I'm going to make myself something."

"Oh no, sir," said Dolly, looking up from the foot she was working on. "Please let me make something for you!"

"No, no, Dolly, I can do it," said James as he moved into the kitchen.

"No, sir!" Dolly set Claire's foot down, who's head had lolled off to one side, and hurried to catch him. "Please let me!" She looked distressed again, so James let her by and left the kitchen. 

"Ok, ok, I'll let you take care of it," he said as he stepped back to his laptop.

"What would you like, sir?" Dolly washed her hands and started sifting through the contents of the fridge. "You don't seem to have any duck or caviar. Maybe a souffle?"

"I... actually, was just... going to make a sandwich," he said, a little bewildered.

"Of course, sir! Did you have one in mind?" she asked.

"I, well, how about a BLT?"

"Yes, sir," Dolly said, moving about with sudden purpose. In a moment the smell of bacon frying was wafting pleasantly from the kitchen.

"Hhhmmmurf?" came from Claire. James looked over at her, and watched as she flopped over on the couch. He shook his head, and turned back to watch the blonde work in the kitchen.

Dolly soon placed a sandwich in front of him. "Enjoy, sir!" She again leaned over a little more than necessary. He stared again, and she seemed pleased that he did. "Thank you for letting me serve you!"

"Thanks, Dolly," he said after his first big bite. "Perfect!"

"Oh, thank you so much, sir!" She was genuinely happy. She brought his water glass over as well, again dipping too low. He munched on the BLT, not really sure what he was supposed to say to Dolly now. She was just standing there, happily watching him eat and drink.

As he finished up, Claire looked blearily over the couch's armrest at him. "Where'd you get that?" He pointed at Dolly.

"Ma'am, I made it for him," Dolly answered. "Would you like one too, ma'am?"

"Yes," Claire said, too sleepy for tact. Dolly quickly assembled one and brought it out for Claire.

"Enjoy, ma'am!" Dolly said, leaning over from her waist. Claire made a point not to look. "Thank you for letting me serve you!"

"Hmmph." Claire adjusted slowly to sit a little more upright and dug in.

"Would you like something to drink, ma'am?"

"Water's fine." Claire kept eating as James looked at her. "What?" She shoved more of the sandwich into her mouth.

"I thought you wanted her gone." He smiled. Claire just glared at him, somewhat weakly, and kept eating. He dropped his eyes back to the website. It was pornographic, and he was getting hot clicking around. Claire didn't seem to notice. She finished eating and sat for a bit, looking dazed.

Dolly cleaned up after them, grabbing the plates and glasses once they were done. She hummed to herself in the kitchen while she finished up the dishes. When she came back out, she headed over to Claire. "Does ma'am want me to finish her massage?"

Claire looked up, bleary and glazed. "Yes, yes I do," she said. "Thank you, Dolly." Dolly moved in to Claire's neck instead of her feet, pressing against the muscles along the sides of the spine. "Ooh," sighed Claire, and slumped down. Dolly adjusted as Claire lowered on the couch and lay down.

James clicked around and came to a list of howto's. Glancing down, he saw ones on Cleaning, Upkeep and Maintenance, Sexual Dos and Don'ts, Sharing With Others...

"Will you take off your shirt, Ma'am, so I can rub your back?" asked Dolly. James looked up at the couch.

"Hrrmph," replied Claire. She reached for the hem and pulled up without really getting up. It caught on the underside of her breasts as she tried unsuccessfully to get it over her head. She adjusted, rocking to each side to slide it up, and managed to get it off. Her arms caught in it above her head, but she collapsed and left it there. Dolly had put more oil on her hands, and started rubbing along tight cords as Claire hummed loudly in pleasure. James leaned over so he could see past the back of the couch. Dolly smiled at him as she sensuously ran her hands over Claire's skin, leaning forward a little more than necessary. James couldn't help himself as his eyes flicked up, staring for a second down the t-shirt, before looking back at the slick and shiny back of his wife. 

"Will you unsnap your bra strap, ma'am?" asked Dolly. Claire pulled her arms free of her top clumsily and reached behind her. After unhooking, her arms flopped to her sides. She moaned as Dolly's hands were able to run all the way from her shoulders to the top of her butt. James continued watching, licking his lips as Dolly continued glancing up at him with the sexiest shy smile he'd ever seen.

"Will you pull your jeans down, ma'am?" asked Dolly. James drew in his breath.

"Nuh." Claire whispered, barely shaking her head against the couch cushion.

James sighed.

Dolly continued working on Claire's back, pressing on particular points at times along with the longer, gentler strokes. James turned back to the howto's. He picked the Sexual Dos and Don'ts. It started with the Don'ts, and that started with Sexual Positions. It had pictures. He was rock hard after staring at only the first two. Then he noticed that Dolly was behind him. "Uh, what?"

"Please, sir, let me," she said, pressing her chest into his shoulder as she reached down to slide her hand under his jeans.

"Uh uh," he said, grabbing her wrist just as her oily fingertips slipped down far enough to brush the top of his cock. It twitched involuntarily as he looked up at Claire on the couch, panicked she might catch Dolly's hand in his lap.

"She's asleep, sir," whispered Dolly in his ear. "She won't know. Please." Her fingers flicked over the head of his penis, just close enough to mix precum with the massage oil along his sensitive skin.

James groaned and released her wrist just enough for her to slide further down. His head lolled back, eyes half lidded, as his hand pulled back. She ran her hand as far down his shaft as she could with his jeans buttoned.

"Sir?" she breathed in his ear. His hands couldn't work fast enough. After getting his fly down as well, she slowly stroked to his balls and back up.

"Jesus," he quietly moaned, ready to burst. She ran her palm over the tip and he twitched again. Once more her hand worked down, and he held back a grunt. A few more languid strokes and he exploded all over his shirt, releasing so much built up tension he nearly hit his chin. She stroked a few more times as his cock finished spurting. "Stop, stop..." 

As her hand stilled, still resting on him, Dolly leaned down and started sucking the cum out of his clothes. When he came back to his senses enough to realize what she was doing, he whispered, "Uh, you don't..."

"Please, sir, let me clean up," she said quietly in reply. He watched through drooping eyes as she continued. His erection only slowly deflated under her palm, his penis tensing and quivering in time with his breathing. After she was done, she asked, "Does sir need a fresh shirt?"

He looked down at the wet marks running from the chest to the hem of his shirt. "Uh huh," he whispered. "I'll..." He shifted to get up.

"Oh no, sir, allow me," she said, dragging her hand along his flagging length as she stood up. He sank back into the chair, spent and pleasantly heavy in his afterglow.

Dolly returned with a fresh t-shirt. She helped him out of his dirty one, let him work on his clean one and took the old one to the laundry basket. He was slumped back in the chair when she returned. She leaned down from the side and closed his fly, patting his crotch when she finished.

"That was amazing," he managed.

She beamed at him. "Thank you, sir!" 

He lazily hummed. After a minute, he became a little more cognizant of what happened. "Oh, shit!" He whispered. His eyes flicked to the couch.

"Shh, sir," Dolly leaned in and breathed in his ear. "She doesn't know."

"Uh, no," he said, keeping his voice low. He pulled himself out of the other side of the chair and stood up. "I... uh, no, we can't... the shirt..." He ran a hand through his hair.

"Sir?" Dolly looked at him, worried.

He thought better of what he was going to say. "I'm sorry, Dolly. It was wonderful." He smiled weakly at her. "But, we can't do it again." His eyes flicked back to his slumbering wife sprawled on the couch, her naked back glistening. "Uh, no." He looked back at Dolly. "She can never know," he said, guiltily.

Dolly hunched down, a tear running down her cheek. He reached for her, but she turned away and ran into the bedroom. He followed after, finding her lying on the bed, tucked into a ball, crying gently to herself.

"Oh god, I'm sorry, Dolly," he said, leaning over to hold her shoulder. "I didn't... You were amazing, but... I'm married."

She pulled away, pulled her legs closer and started rocking.

"I... that's my wife out there..."

"I know, sir," she said miserably.

"It's just... you know, I'm not supposed to..."

"Cheat, sir?" she said, turning to look at him and choking back a sob. "Sir, why am I here?"

"I... I don't know," he said, resigned to the answer. She turned away and cried.

He started to reach for her again, thought better of it, and walked out to the living room. Claire was still asleep on the couch. He rubbed his forehead, dejected at his inability to console Dolly. He shook his head and pulled out his cell. He dialed up Janet. Voicemail again. He nearly threw his phone in anger with his cousin, but managed to control the frustration at his inability to stop Dolly earlier and his impotence at soothing her. A growl escaped. He stared for a minute at his wife. Thinking of her lying there, unaware, as Dolly leaned in to expertly give him a hand job, started getting him worked up again. He sighed, ran his fingers roughly down his face, and walked out to get a coffee. He figured it would give him a chance to think, to sort out what just happened, what he wanted, and most of all, keep him away from a growing temptation.

Claire sighed and cracked an eyelid. The light made her blink and squint as she stared into the cushions on the back of the couch.

"Huumph," she grunted to herself. It was a monumental effort to lift up enough to swing her head around. What she could see of the living room was empty. Starting to drift again, sleep tried to edge in but she fought it off. Her back felt cool against the air, and still slick. She languidly pulled her arms under her and struggled onto her elbows. Looking around, she saw James was no longer at his computer and Dolly wasn't in the room. Sliding off the couch, she caught herself with an arm and brought her knees onto the floor. Her bra threatened to slip off, so she used a forearm to press it into her chest. Pushing and leaning against the couch helped her stand up. She swayed slightly before stumbling towards the bedroom. Sleep sounded like a good idea.

The bed she wanted to flop into wasn't empty. Dolly was curled up in the center, a dead stare on her face through her puffy eyes. A wet spot was on the comforter under her cheek. Claire thought about collapsing where there was free room, but sympathy and conscience nagged at her. She sighed.

"Oh, ma'am, I'm sorry," said Dolly, finally noticing her. She hurriedly rubbed her eyes and adjusted to get up.

"No, no, stay," mumbled Claire. "What did the asshole do to you?"

"Oh, nothing, ma'am," Dolly assured her. She looked conflicted between wanting to get off the forbidden bed and obeying the perceived command to stay.

Claire frowned. "He did something to upset you. What was it?"

"He..." Dolly hesitated as she sniffled. "He said he didn't know why I was here." She looked down at the bed, choking back a sob.

"Oh, Dolly," Claire said, moving to sit beside the slumping woman. She put an arm around Dolly's shoulders. The blonde turned into the embrace, leaning into Claire's chest, and started crying into her own hands. A little taken aback, Claire adjusted and placed her other arm around the weeping woman. "It's, it's ok, let it out," she said, starting to stroke the golden hair. "Shh... shh... We'll figure out where you're supposed to be."

"I'm supposed to be here!" cried Dolly, yanking back from the embrace and collapsing back on the bed.

Claire was dumbstruck at the harder sobs. "I... uh, Dolly? What, uh... Dolly?" She leaned over the crying woman's shoulder. Dolly moved to hide her face. Claire wavered, unsure how best to comfort the distraught blonde. Finally, she hugged the girl from behind, and stayed as Dolly clutched at Claire's arm.

"Don't make me leave," said Dolly between choking sobs.

"Shh, it's ok Dolly," answered Claire, unsure what to say. Could she agree? "You're fine, you'll be fine..." It took a while, and several abortive attempts, for Dolly to stifle her tears. She continued trembling, though, and snuggled deeper into Claire's embrace. "Feel a little better, Dolly?"

"If you want me to, ma'am," she sniffled.

Claire blinked, perplexed at the response. "If I want you to?"

"Yes, ma'am. Oh, I'm so sorry, ma'am!" said Dolly, pulling away and sitting up. "I shouldn't have been crying, I should've controlled myself." She started wiping up her face. "I'm so sorry, ma'am! How am I to be punished?" She quickly stepped onto the floor and rounded the bed until she was next to Claire, where she dropped to her knees and hung her head in contrition.

"No, no, no, it's ok, Dolly," said Claire. "It's never wrong to cry. You had to let it out." She started stroking Dolly's head as she leaned close and raised Dolly's chin. "You can cry. It's ok." She sank to her knees as well and cradled Dolly's head in her hands. "You can cry."

Dolly choked up again. "No, ma'am, I can't, I'm not supposed to, you deserve better, I'll do better..." she continued to insist. 

"No, it's fine, Dolly," said Claire.

"Ma'am, please, let me serve you," whispered the blonde, insistent.

Claire looked into Dolly's pleading eyes and relented. "OK, Dolly, you can serve me." She pulled the kneeling girl into an embrace. "You can serve me."

"Oh, thank you, ma'am, thank you!" Dolly pulled away, controlling sniffles as best she could. "What does ma'am want me to do?"

"I..." Claire stared at her. "I guess..." Looking around the room, the only thing she found was a full laundry basket. "Maybe the laundry?"

"Yes, ma'am! Right away!" Dolly flung up and grabbed the basket. "Where is the washer and dryer, ma'am? Or did you want them done by hand?"

"Uh, what? By hand?" Claire shook her head and scoffed. "No, no, in the hallway." She vaguely pointed at a closet with slatted doors.

"Yes, ma'am. May I use the hallway to sort, ma'am?" Dolly asked.

"Sure, it's what I do." Claire watched, dumbfounded, as Dolly sorted quickly and efficiently placed a load of mostly shirts into the wash. 

"Ma'am, what am I to do while the wash is running?" asked Dolly, head slightly lowered.

"OK, well, I..." Claire sighed, trying to think. "Maybe dusting?"

"Yes, ma'am! Where are the dust rags?"

"Under the sink in the kitchen," said Claire, shaking her head. This was so far beyond weird. But Dolly started in on the dusting, with the living room first. Claire sunk back onto the bed.

As small as the apartment was, it only took maybe fifteen minutes to dust, even as thorough as Dolly was. Soon she was back in the bedroom, looking down at Claire for instruction.

"Does ma'am need a shower to get the oil off?" she suggested, shrinking a little from her forwardness.

Claire blew out a sigh. Her back and feet were a little sticky after the massage. A shower would feel good, but it sounded like Dolly wanted to be involved. She thought for a minute.

"Yeah, yeah I do, Dolly," said Claire, not entirely sure what the response would be.

"Let me start it, ma'am." Dolly turned into the small master bathroom. Claire heard the water start, and after a minute, Dolly came back out. "Is ma'am ready? The water is hot. What temperature does ma'am like?"

"Pretty hot," Claire replied, standing up from the bed. James would have said she liked scalding.

"Yes, ma'am." Dolly went back to adjust the water.

Claire started walking into the bathroom, still without a shirt. Her bra hit the floor as she stepped into the small space. It brought her close to Dolly, without much room to maneuver. She reached for her jeans.

"Does ma'am want me to help?" Dolly asked softly.

Claire dropped her jeans, then her panties. "No, I'm fine, Dolly." She squeezed past and into the shower. She had to change the water a bit, making it hotter.

"Oh, I'm so sorry ma'am, I'll get it right next time!" said Dolly.

"It's OK, you didn't know," replied Claire, sliding the clear door closed. She looked at Dolly, thought about sending her out, shrugged, and started washing. She started with the soap and scrubber on her skin. It only took a minute, but she wasn't able to reach all of her back well enough to get the oil off. She reached for the long handled brush.

"Oh, ma'am, let me," said Dolly.

Claire was startled, not really paying attention to the girl. She turned to see the blonde already out of her t-shirt and the sweats falling to the ground.

"No, really, I..." said Claire.

"Please, ma'am," interrupted Dolly, crestfallen.

Claire sighed, relenting. As Dolly entered the shower, she took the scrubber from Claire. Happily, the blonde started gently washing Claire's back, making sure to get all of the oil off. As she went, she pressed with her thumbs on particularly tight points on Claire's back. Claire hummed in pleasure, caught herself, shook her head slightly, tensed up. 

"Please relax, ma'am," said Dolly quietly.

Claire sighed, trying to let the tension of the strange 24 hours out and her hesitancy at allowing Dolly in. The blonde continued washing, working along Claire's arms, down her sides, up her legs. One hand continued finding pressure points with her thumb. Claire found them sending little electric shocks to her crotch, and the gentle scrubbing increased the heat. Claire felt her head start to fuzz in rising desire.

"Wait, uh, Dolly," said Claire

"Ma'am?" said Dolly, letting her free hand slide around to the crease of Claire's thigh.

"Uh, uh, what are you doing?"

Dolly pulled close, one hand continuing to press points while the other let fingers roam over Claire's inner thigh. "I'm washing ma'am," she breathed into Claire's ear. Claire choked back a moan as Dolly's fingers slipped over her slick outer lips.

"Dolly, that's not washing," said Claire. The points on her back kept up their electric pulses as Dolly pressed them. "I wasn't, wasn't..." Claire's breath caught as expert fingers slipped over her inner lips. Her thighs involuntarily parted, giving Dolly better access. Fingers teased over her clit, slid inside, toyed with her as Claire felt her knees go weak. She reached out to the shower wall to stay up. The insistent playing kept up, driving her mad with need for more. Another press low on her back, another gentle slide over her clit, and she shuddered in sudden, blistering release. Her legs clamped together and she bent forward, Dolly's quick arms the only thing holding her up. Claire trembled as the pleasure quickly ran its course through her body, stretching from her crotch, up her chest, exploding in her mind.

Minutes passed as she recovered, unable to speak, hardly able to stand. She turned and clutched Dolly to stablize. "It's never, I've never, that hard that fast..." She took a few shuddering breaths. "Fucking incredible. How, how did you...?"

"I know a few pressure points, ma'am," said Dolly. She reached around Claire and pressed, and Claire trembled as overly sensitive nerves pulsed again.

"No, Dolly," Claire said breathlessly. "Please, let me recover."

"Yes, ma'am," Dolly said.

Claire closed her eyes, struggling to regain her composure as she felt Dolly shifting and reaching for something. Claire felt soapy fingers run through her hair, and fought back a moan.

"Oh, Dolly, I can..."

"Let me, ma'am." The fingers continued, massaging Claire's scalp in the perfect way that melted into her mind and forced the moan out. She luxuriated in the sensual touch and the afterglow. Letting Dolly work in the shampoo, rinse and repeat, work in conditioner, Claire felt pampered in a way she never had. When she was finished, Dolly stepped out first and held out a towel to wrap her immediately. Claire stopped the blonde from drying her off, instead pointing at the towel rack and letting Dolly dry herself.

When Claire walked into the bedroom, she was still too fuzzy and blissed out to consider what had just happened. She pulled on fresh panties, soft, loose shorts, and a t-shirt. Humming softly, she flopped back on the bed, vaguely smiling, and very content. Her eyes slipped closed as Dolly, still naked from the shower, came out into the room.