Maid Service (Friday Prompt - 11/11/2022)

Just a maid trying to please her new boss! In every way her boss wants.

F/F

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Laura Cartier's penthouse suite was bigger than most people's homes. Upon entering, Maria immediately saw that Laura Cartier had money to burn; the entire room was decorated with plush and expensive leather furniture, fine art on every wall, and even a crystal chandelier. A massive fireplace dominated one wall of the main living area, large sofas arranged around it opening out onto a soft rug made of an expensive fake fur softer than the real thing. The kitchen was an ocean of stainless steel, grand ovens, and enough equipment to feed an entire army. All of it top-of-the-line. 

Maria knew from her research into Laura Cartier that she was a billionaire, but she'd seen nothing like this. This job would take an entire team of maids to keep clean, let alone complete all the tasks that set you apart as a genuinely excellent maid.

But the agency had sent only her because every other maid in the books had tried to service Laura Cartier, and they had all failed. She was a legend among the maid service as an impossibly demanding taskmaster, exhausting to be around with expectations set so high they were impossible to reach. 

Many Maids had resigned, saying they simply couldn't keep up with her. Some even quit entirely, broken by the experience. But Maria had always handled anything thrown at her, a legend in her own right, sent in to whip maid teams into shape and put unruly households in order. She'd taught those who served kings and queens to an impeccable standard that she was now being sent in here, alone, had to be the last desperate chance to see if it was ever possible for someone to serve this woman. 

Snapping her long white gloves tight, she wanted to be sure the place was spotless before her new Mistress arrived. She started by sweeping the thick pile carpets covering the floor, dusting the furniture, polishing the glass and brass, cleaning the windows, and changing the sheets. It always felt good to learn the lay of the place. While the penthouse suite was impossibly vast, she worked with efficiency and skill, soon putting her own level of polish on a home already swimming with moneyed taste.

The scale of the place was truly outstanding. The two floors of the penthouse must have taken up five or six floors of the skyscraper, and the massive glass windows that served as the outer walls were mirrored so you could look out. In contrast, those looking in would only see gleaming silver. It made her feel small, a rare experience, as she usually towered over most of the maids she tutored, dominating the space, all while looking the absolutely perfect picture of a high-class maid. Larger than life.

It must have been a good few hours of work she'd put in, and the sun was already dipping below the horizon, lighting up the penthouse with an orange glow. She was polishing silverware when there was the soft hiss of the apartment door opening. There was no need for a key; it automatically opened for those who belonged there. Immediately she put things away and stepped out to greet her new Mistress, head politely bowed to not be staring until addressed. 

"Well, well," said a voice after a long minute of quiet, broken only by the soft thump of footsteps, "Someone actually did a decent job cleaning this place."

Her Mistress was running a finger over the top of the grand piano, testing for dust. One look at Laura explained a lot to Maria about why maids had struggled to please her.

Laura Cartier was an Amazon wrapped in an expensive Armani suit. Maria was used to being tall, but she was a full head shorter than Laura. The billionaire had long, flowing blonde hair that fell halfway down her back, making her seem even taller. Maria knew plenty of former Mistresses who wore stilettos daily and still couldn't match her height. With a body like hers, Laura never needed to wear heels, 

Laura was wearing heels, though, and looked down at Maria from on high like she was an interesting bug she might just crush if she got bored with it. 

"You must be Maria. I don't know what happened to your predecessor," she said, every word laced with a natural authority. "But I will not tolerate laziness."

Maria gave a perfect curtsy, knowing exactly what her new Mistress meant. "I am very sorry about the last maid," she replied, "But I will do everything in my power to meet the standard she failed to reach."

A smile touched Laura's lips and disappeared almost immediately, leaving nothing behind except an icy glare. Maria wasn't meant to think of her masters as pretty, but there was no helping it here. Laura Cartier was one of the most desirable women in the world, and in the flesh, it was easy to see why. Her face was stunningly beautiful with deep blue eyes, flawless skin, cheekbones sharp enough to cut steel, and curves that put even Maria's blessed looks to shame. She didn't seem real, more goddess than human.

"I don't expect you to succeed," Laura said, taking Maria's chin and tilting her head up. Maria was caught in her Mistress' piercing gaze and felt a quiver run through her she'd not felt for years. She was entirely out of her depth, a poor swimmer paddling with a shark.  

"Then I shall exceed expectations," Maria said, finding a little nerve in her surety she was the best. She wasn't about to lose to some rich woman, no matter how gorgeous and tall they were.

Laura seemed to like that, a sly smile on the edge of her lips. "Let's see it then. I'm hungry after a long day. You can cook, can't you?"

It was sometimes a maid's job to do that, and there wasn't a maid's duty Maria couldn't do, so she nodded politely. "Do you have a hunger for anything, in particular, Mistress?"

"Mistress," Laura said as she rolled the world about in her mouth. "Yes, I like that. I am hungry for something, but I'll let you decide for now."

Laura smiled like a wolf, pretty, but there was a bite held back there. One that'd sink in deep. Maria set about cooking; she'd done this before, but never for someone like Laura. Her Masters had always been wealthy men who enjoyed fine dining, but none ever asked for her personal touch. She wanted to impress, and she'd noticed a cut of Veal was in the freezer when she'd cleaned out the trays. She set about cooking quickly, dicing up mushrooms and adding a splash of wine to the meat as it cooked in some chicken stock. 

Maria was trying to focus on the cooking, but Laura watched her work, eyes following her every movement. She was used to pressure from her Master, but this was intense scrutiny even she hadn't seen before. She tried to ignore it, focusing on getting the Veal Marsala ready while her Mistress leaned on the kitchen countertop. 

"You're very graceful," Laura admitted slowly after a few minutes of cooking like the compliment had to be dragged out of her. "The other maids acted like nervous rats."

That took her off guard. She knew the other maids in her service, and they were all professionals. Many she'd trained herself. Did they really falter so quickly? 

"I will not let you down," Maria said, keeping her voice cool even as nervous flutters balled in her stomach. "You deserve only the best, Mistress."

"Mmmm," Laura said, agreeing in a way that made Maria's spine shiver. Laura pulled up a stool to sit at the countertop as Maria ladled out her food. She ate slowly, staring at Maria as she took every bite of the sauce-dipped meat. Her chewing was slow and intense. The focus on Maria made her sweaty as she watched Laura go through the meal bit by bit. Professionalism demanded she stay still until instructed. 

It was impossible not to think about how pretty Laura's lips were. As Maria stared, Laura ate oddly, curling her tongue out to lap the meat off the fork in one swift motion. It stirred up feelings in Maria that were wholly inappropriate to her job, her fists clenching her skirt as she tried to ignore it. Maria couldn't. She could barely take another breath without thinking about those full red lips and that dexterous tongue.

""Are you alright?" Laura asked, a sly smile on her lips. "You seem tense there."

"Only eager to serve Mistress," Maria said, not untrue that. 

 "Really?" Laura said, "And how would you do that?"

Maria fought the blush down. She would not embarrass herself here! 

"However Mistress wishes to relax after a long day. I could draw a bath or light some scented candles." Maria offered, desperate for a lifeline to not be the focus of Laura's intense gaze. No wonder this Amazonian woman broke maids. They'd likely all fallen so hard for her they couldn't do their duties!

Laura seemed unimpressed by her offerings, and Maria didn't know what else to say. Laura just smiled wider as she noticed the maid's tongue catch. 

"Well, I've got an idea," Laura said, standing up straight and walking over to her, far closer than was appropriate. Maria had to crane her head up to look at the towering woman, and it was painful because of how close Laura stood. "I want you to undress me."

She said it simply enough, but Maria might as well have been ordered to fly for how well her mind handled the request. It was a simple task, but it was impossible! Surely that wasn't what she meant? There must be more to it? This was insane!

But the words hung in the air between them, and Maria felt her heart thud painfully against her chest.

"Mistress?" She squeaked out, her voice cracking. "Why would I do that?"

"Because your job is to please my desires, isn't it?" Laura's tone was calm, but it had a dangerous edge. "Or are you not up to the task?"

Maria dipped a curtsey in response before moving round to... to undress her Mistress. The very thought of it felt wrong, but she wasn't about to fail where so many others had, and they were both women here, weren't they? This wasn't the oddest thing she'd ever had to do, though it was certainly close to the top. She wouldn't shame herself now.

Taking a deep breath, Maria moved behind Laura, who turned around to face her with a raised eyebrow. She wouldn't be dodging doing this eye-to-eye, it seemed. A part of her wanted to turn away, to flee, but she steeled herself and unlooped Laura's tie. Laura leaned back on the kitchen top, her already impressive chest pushed out towards Maria, making her shirt buttons strain.  

'Please don't rip them,' Maria prayed silently.

"Do you need help?" Laura asked, sounding amused. "This is a lot slower than your cooking."

"No, Mistress," Maria answered quickly, moving to pop the shirt buttons and take hold of the shirt, pulling it up over her Mistress's head.

She'd been thinking of her Mistress as an Amazonian, but that didn't do her justice. Laura had a figure that would have made any warm-blooded person's heart race, large full breasts held firm by tightly packed muscle. She'd never seen someone with more than a six-pack before, but Laura excelled in all places, it seems, and had eight. She could have saved time cooking and grated the garlic directly on them. That's how well-defined they were.

Staring into some deep cleavage, Maria could not resist reaching forward to touch the swell of that chest, loosening the bra from Laura's skin with her fingertips as she rolled her hands around to undo the straps. Laura grinned so wide the maid couldn't help but glance up at her. 

"I'm sorry!" She said, blushing hard.

"Why?" Laura said, "Did I tell you to stop? Keep going"

Maria nodded, continuing to tug the bra free until it finally fell soundlessly onto the floor from Laura's shoulders. Laura's nipples were hard, and Maria stared intently at them. They looked like two perfect pearls, pink and smooth, begging to be sucked upon.

Her eyes flicked up to meet Laura's stare, which only encouraged her. Her hand reached out to gently brush one nipple, the hardness dimpling the soft fingertips of the skilled maid.

"Mmmmmm..." Laura moaned, pushing her breast further into Maria's palm. "Keep touching me like that."

Maria did as told, stroking Laura's tit harder. This was so out of control already. 

"You're good at this," Laura commented, running her fingers through Maria's hair as if testing its texture. "Your hands feel nice."

Maria couldn't help but feel pride at the praise, even if it was for something she really shouldn't be doing. Maria continued to stroke Laura's breasts, rubbing her thumbs across Laura's stiffened nipples. She shivered slightly when Laura ran her nails down the side of Maria's neck in return, causing goosebumps to rise along her arms.

"So talented, they finally sent someone who doesn't cower from me," Laura said, leaning forward and kissing Maria lightly. Maria froze, unsure of how to react. Was this allowed? What should she do?

"Wha-" Maria began, trying to pull back.

But Laura pressed her against the counter, her tongue snaking out and licking at Maria's lower lip, prompting her to open her mouth and allow the other woman inside. Maria gasped as Laura wrestled with her tongue, surprised by the escalation but submitting to it. It helped that Laura tasted great. Maria could still taste her own cooking on Laura's tongue, and Maria was an excellent cook.

Laura's moan was a heavy purr in Maria's mouth, and it wasn't long before Maria felt Laura's body press itself entirely against hers, her hips grinding between Maria's legs. The experienced maid whimpered softly. She was getting wetter and hotter with every passing second, and all professionalism was melting away under the white-hot intensity that was her Mistress. No wonder the other maids hadn't lasted. She would have eaten them alive.

Maria was enjoying the feeling of being pressed onto Laura's powerful body rolling over her in ways that sent her blood racing. Laura got a hold of her ass, grabbing handfuls of her tight flesh and squeezing them roughly as she picked the maid up and put her on the kitchen countertop like she weighed nothing. Maria squealed as Laura rolled her back onto the granite surface, pinning her there while their tongues dueled, and Maria lost badly.

Laura's fingers slid between her skirt and ripped her panties away with contemptuous ease, the delicate fabric snapping like paper beneath the billionaire's powerful fingers. Maria's pussy was exposed and began dripping juices down her thighs immediately as Laura pressed two fingers home, rubbing them around inside her slick folds.

"Ohhh myyyy godddd...!" Maria cried out, arching her back off the countertop as Laura fucked her with those digits, twisting them to find new spots that made Maria's toes curl.

"Goddess," Laura growled, pressing her face into Maria's neck and inhaling deeply. The scent of Maria's arousal filled her nostrils, and she groaned loudly, sucking the skin just below her earlobe into her mouth and biting down hard enough to leave a mark.

"I want you to come for me," Laura growled, sliding her fingers deeper still. "Again and again."

"Yes, Mistress." Maria groaned, her desperation for satisfaction perfectly in line with her desire to please her Mistress.

She could hear Laura panting in her ear, sending a rush of heat through her veins. This was so wrong, yet it felt so right. She bucked her hips against Laura's fingers, and the billionaire bit her earlobe hard, making her gasp in pain. 

"Now, who said you could do that?" Laura said, breath hot. "I said to come for me, not writhe about like an animal."

"Please don't stop," Maria begged, steadying herself, her pussy trembling with need around Laura's fingers. "Mistress! Please keep going."

Laura met her words with another sharp bite, making Maria yelp.

"I give the orders here," Laura said, voice firm. "If you can't listen like the other maids, you're useless to me."

"Yes, Mistress," Maria replied quickly, knowing better than to push it. She had to still be the perfect maid if she wanted to cum, and she desperately wanted that. Her body needed release, and she would do anything to get it. That thought only seemed to make things worse. Laura's fingers felt thick in her pussy but weren't moving an inch, all the nerves begging to be itched left untouched as Laura thought over her words. Her mind raced, thinking over what Laura might say or do next, hoping beyond hope she wouldn't leave her unsatisfied.

Her new goddess answered her prayers as Laura moved her fingers, sliding one free and replacing it with her thumb, stroking deep inside Maria's twitching pussy. Maria uttered a muffled cry, shuddering as she came apart underneath Laura's touch.

She didn't think she'd ever been so turned on in her life. Laura had stolen her heart effortlessly, and she was just as skilled with her fingers as with her seduction. Laura's hand plunged into her sex and dragged an orgasm out of her with such ease it was breathtaking in its own right. Maria tried not to thrash, but it was a powerful rush of emotions. When those fingertips hit her sweetest spots, she thought her whole body was quivering. When it was done, Maria slumped bonelessly against the countertop, panting heavily and trying to catch her breath.

"Well, now you've made a mess," Laura said. "Are you going to clean this up?"

Maria was too weak to speak, but she managed a nod. 

"Good, because I quite like the idea of that bath," Laura smirked as she got her arms under Maria and picked her up in a princess carry. "Let's see just how clean you can really get me." 

Maria wasn't sure she'd last a day of this, but she had her pride. She'd force herself to get through it. 

For her Mistress and Goddess, she'd do anything.