Maid Troubles

Maid Troubles.

              Greta examined the email with a skeptical eye.  “Dear valued customer.  We are sending you this because we want you to feel loved in our Lovely Maid Family.  We are sorry for the recent mix-up and the fact that when you requested someone to come and work at your home, no one arrived.  To make it up, we are going to send you an all-expense paid trip to one of our hotels, where some of our staff will wait on you hand and foot for an entire weekend.  We want you to feel loved, and we want to make this up to you.  Thank you for all your years using our service.”

              Greta snorted and looked at the address.  It wasn’t that far from her house.  “I am not sure about this.  A paid vacation does sound fun, but I needed someone to look after the house while I was on a business trip.”  She looked at the mess her teenager made.  “Seriously.  Ugh, they better make it up.”  She raised her voice.  “Greg!”

              He walked into the room.  “What.”

              “I am leaving you alone with Tomus.”

              “Excuse me?”

              She spun around in her chair and crossed her arms.  “The company who was supposed to send a maid has offered me an all-expense paid vacation, one that is for me alone.”  She lied as it said nothing about going without her husband.  This was going to be her vacation, her fun time.

              “I am sorry you are not leaving me.  I can’t deal with him alone.”

              She crossed her arms.  “You owe me for when you left without a word to hang out with your buddies, and I had important business meetings.  I think it’s time to cash in.”

              He slammed his hand on the nearby table.  “You can’t be serious.”

              She looked him in the eye.  “Dead serious.  I am going.”

              He looked as if he was going to burst but eventually sighed.  “Fine.  Fine.  When is this?”

              “It starts tomorrow, and it’s only for the weekend.  I am sure you can last that long.”

              Greg waved his hands. “Okay, okay. Just enjoy yourself and send some pictures. I want to see how fun this place is in case we get to go together in the future.”

              She turned around.  “Of course.”  She began walking towards the door, ready to pack her bags.  “I wouldn’t keep all the fun to myself forever.”

              ***

              The next day, Greta stood in front of a massive mansion.  “Whoh.  This isn’t what I had in mind when they said I could come to a relaxing retreat.  I wonder who else is staying here.”  She took a deep breath.  “Okay.  You are here to relax and have fun.  Don’t be overwhelmed by the sheer extravagance of the place.  This is a reward, and you are going to live it up for once.”  She smiled.  “Time to have some fun.”

              Strolling up to the front door, Greta rang the doorbell. Moments later, a man in a suit opened the door. “Are you Greta?”

              “Yes, I am.”

              “Come on in.  We have been expecting you.”

              Greta gulped and walked inside.  “This place is so fancy.”

              The man nodded his head.  “It is one of our best mansions.  You will find your room to be first class.”  He turned to look at her with a vacant stare.  “I will take your bags now.”

              “Umm, okay.”  She tentatively handed the man her suitcase. “So, your email said I will be waited on hand and foot.”  She looked around. But I can’t help but see there aren’t many people around.”

              “Don’t worry.  All our guests ask that, but I can assure you your stay here will be a pleasant one.  When you leave, you will feel revitalized and like a new woman.”  He waved at her.  “And if you need anything, you can just call for me.  I will be your personal attendant.”

              “What is your name?”

              “Victor.”  He led her up a grand staircase.  “You will be staying in the west wing.”

              Greta was only half listening, her eyes darting from place to place.  The mansion was massive, with portraits of people she had never seen in fancy clothing or expensive suits.  “I can’t believe this is a retreat.  It seems like some billionaire house.”  A strange thought in her head wormed her way into her head that she shouldn’t be here.  “Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here?”

              “Absolutely.  We have been dying to let you stay here.”

              That didn’t make her feel better, but she stuffed her worries aside for the time being. Victor led her to a room with a massive bed and closet space bigger than she had ever seen in her life. The chandelier on the ceiling was so massive that she was amazed that it didn’t just fall to the ground. “This is. . . insane. Why are you letting me stay here for free?”

              “We do ask one thing.”  He watched as she jumped onto the bed.  “That you wear this.”  He pointed at the maid outfit on top of the dresser.

              “Wait.  Why?”

              “The owner of the house, the head of the company, has unique tastes.  He would prefer if you wore that to dinner.  Is that a problem?”

              Greta walked over and examined the dress.  “No, I guess not.  If it’s only for dinner.”

              “Of course.”  Victor walked to the door.  “Now dinner is in a half hour.  Don’t be late.”

              Her eyes widened as the butler exited the room.  “Half an hour?”  She snorted.  “That isn’t nearly enough time to rest and relax.”  She snorted as she threw off her shirt.  “I thought this was supposed to be some dream-class resort, but there is always some catch.”  She slipped off her pants.  “Why is there always some catch?”

              Greta held her hands out in front of her face and took a deep breath.  “Come on.  No need to get all worked up over this.  It’s just dinner.  I am sure the man who owns this place just wants to greet me and welcome me into this home.”  She gripped her hands into fists.  “And make up for all the horrible treatment he caused me.  Ughhh!”

              She walked over and grabbed the maid outfit.  “Strange.  Why would they want me to wear this?”  She bent down and pulled up the tights.  “It’s very. . . constricting.”  She took a deep breath.  “And it doesn’t even come all the way up to my thighs.”  She gulped, noticing that parts of her legs were going to be on full display.  “Ugh, great.  Just great.”  She looked at her butt.  “I need to put a note somewhere to head out for some runs after this.  My butt is getting huge.”

              She then slid on the top of the outfit. “Ughhhhhhh!”  It was a slow process, the fabric pressing tightly against her skin. “I think I need to ask for one in a smaller size.”  She moaned as she finally got the maid outfit on. “Finally.”  She picked the apron up and tied it behind her back. “Seriously, why would they give me such a small outfit? My breasts feel like they are going to burst out of this thing.”

              She took a deep breath.  “Ugh, is it me, or is it hot in here?”  She sat down on the edge of the bed.  “I don’t remember it being so hot in here before.”  She looked at herself in the mirror.  “Oh god, I look like a silly French maid.”  Greta giggled.  “I better be careful, or I will be confused with the staff.”  She moaned.   “Though would that be such a bad thing?  Waiting on people hand and foot?”

              She blinked her eyes and stood up.  “Where did that come from?”  She took a deep breath.  “I think next time I see Victor, I am going to ask him to turn down the heat.  It is atrocious in here.”  She made her way to the door.  “Time to get this mandatory dinner over with so I can have some fun!”  She slammed the door behind her.

              Greta walked down the hallway before stopping.  “Wait.”  She looked back and forth.  “Where am I even supposed to go?”  She stumbled about aimlessly.  “Hello?  Victor?  Mysterious owner, man?”  She wiped at her forehead.  “God, it is so hot in here.”

              Greta pushed a door open and gasped.  “Fuck, this room is so filthy.”  She walked into a room that looked like a study.  “Who in their right mind would leave a place like this?”  She narrowed her eyes as she made her way inside, the door closing behind her.  “Well, my husband, for one, but I would think the people who own this place would know better.

              A strange urge to clean began to build inside her, along with a building heat.  “I guess it won’t hurt if I just tidy up a bit.”  She grabbed a nearby rag.  “Besides, they said I had a half hour.”

              Greta got to work cleaning the study, humming as she went.  She even started to hum a little tune and shake her booty.  “God, this feels good.  It feels. . . right.”  She smiled, not noticing her ass was swelling.  “And it’s fun to shake while I clean.  Maybe I should ask to stay here a little longer.  I mean, whoever owns this place is a slob.  They need someone to help clean up.”

              Greta blinked her eyes, noticing it was becoming harder to shake her rear end.  “Wait a minute.  . .”  But before she could check her enlarged ass, the door opened.

              “What are you doing in here?”  Victor demanded.

              “I was. . .”  Greta hid the cleaning rag behind her.  “This place is filthy, and I am in a maid outfit.”  She giggled.  “I guess I got carried away.”

              Victor rolled his eyes.  “Come with me.  The master is expecting you?”

              She hurried up to his side.  “Oh, the master?  Is that what you call him?”

              “Yes.”

              “And why do you call him that?”

              “Because I work for him.”

              Greta crossed her arms.  “Well, that is a dumb reason.  Are you sure it’s not because—”

              Victor opened the door.  “Here we are.”  Greta’s eyes widened as she walked into a massive room.  In the center was one of those dining tables she had only seen in the movies, with glittering golden plates, silverware, and more chairs than anyone would need.  At the far end sat a man sipping from a cup of coffee.  “This is a bit insane.”

              Victor pointed at the seat next to him.  “He wants you to sit there.”

              Greta gulped and began to move.  It was a far walk, her ass swaying back and forth as she made her way across the dining room.  As she neared, the young man in the suit waved at her.  “Ahh, you must be our guest.  Please sit down.”

              Greta blushed.  “I. . . umm. . .”

              “If you are nervous, I can pull the chair out for you.”

              Greta snorted.  “No, you don’t need to do that for me.  I am the guest.”  She hurried to the seat next to him.  “Besides, it would be improper of you to be doing such work for a maid like me.”  Her breasts tingled as she spoke.  “I can manage on my own, sir.”  She sat down, her ass feeling squishier than before.”

              “Is that so.  Hmm, you do look rather ravishing in that outfit.”

              “I do?”  She looked down at her plate, noticing it was empty.  “Umm. . .”

              He laughed.  “You are wondering about your food, aren’t you.  Well, Victor will be around in a bit.”  He took her hands into his.  “For now, I want to get to know you.  I mean, you will be staying with us for a while, won’t you?”

              “I mean, I was the lucky contest winner.”  She extended her arms out, knocking his bottle of wine onto the table.  “I could get used to living up here.”  Greta gasped.  “I am sorry, sir.”  She gulped, her voice rising.  “I am sorry, master.”

              “Now, now Greta, only my staff needs to call me—”

              She stood up.  “No, please.  It’s my mistake. I will clean that up right away.”  She grabbed a napkin and began to clean, her nipples hardening.  “It will just take. . . ughh. . .”  She moaned, her outfit tightening.  “Just take a moment.”  The harder she scrubbed, the tighter her outfit became.  She could feel her breasts rubbing and jiggling about, not knowing they were growing by the second.  “I am getting it.  I am getting it.”

              “Yes, you are.”  He patted her on the back.  “Good job, my dear.”

              Greta looked up at him.  “I am sorry to have caused such a ruckus.”  She rubbed her head.  “I don’t know what got into me, sir.”

              Her master smiled.  “It’s okay.  Things happen.”  He took a step back.  “Now, don’t you have some cleaning to do?”

              Greta stood up, her boobs bouncing against one another.  “I don’t understand?”

              The man grabbed a bottle of wine and poured it all over his body.  “I have been a bad boy, and you need to help clean me.”  He laughed.  “Like all my new maids eventually do.”

              Greta moaned.  “I. . .”  Her boobs swelled a little bigger.  “Oh yes, master.  Of course.”  She giggled.  “It will be a pleasure to clean you up just right.”  She walked over to him, her hips swaying back and forth.  “It is a downright shame you got yourself all dirty, sir.”  She ripped his suit open.  “I am going to spend so much time cleaning this.”

              He pulled her in close.  “You are going to have to clean more than just the suit.”  He slapped her ass.  “I want you to lick me clean.”

              Greta moaned.  “Of course, sir.  I live to serve.”  She slammed him onto the ground and began to lick his hard body.  She felt like she was born to do this work; she was born to be his maid.  The harder she worked, the more luscious her body became.  “Oh god.  You taste so good, master.”

              “I know.”  He smiled.  “You know, I think you have a nice bright future.”  He moaned as Greta slowly pulled down his pants, his dick hardening.  “Out of all my maids, no one loves the job more than you.”

              She kissed him.  “Of course, sir.  I live to serve.”  She pressed her breasts against his body.  “Now let me clean you top to bottom.”

              “Oh god.”  Twisting about on the ground, the pair giggled and moaned.  The young man slid his dick between her tight outfit and into her pussy, causing Greta to cry out in ecstasy.  “You are so. . . wonderful!”

              “Oh, master.  I am such a dirty girl.”  He could only breathe heavily as she pressed her body down against his.  “Such a dirty, dirty, dirty. . .”  Then she felt his fluids shoot into her body like a searing hot weapon of joy.  “Ohhh, god!”  She thrashed about on top of him, her boobs hitting him in the face.  “Yesss!”

              “Oh fuckkk!”  He laughed.  “You really cleaned me, good girl.”  He sat up and rubbed the back of her head.  “But I don’t think you can just stay for the weekend.”

              “Awww.  Why not.”

              “Because I want to hire you full on.  Is that a problem?”

              She hugged him.  “I will clean your house and you as best as I can master.”

              He laughed.  “I never expected otherwise.”