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  The Maid (Both Sides of the Story)

  Cassandra Zara

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  Copyright 2012 Cassandra Zara

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  The Maid (Both Sides of the Story)

  His story:

  Caleb was rich. He looked at his bonus check of $1,000 and thought of all the things he could do with it. He wanted to do something extravagant, something only rich people could do. Unfortunately he couldn’t blow the whole check on one thing- his car needed a new windshield, he needed a new suit, his gym shoes were falling apart, and the coffee pot was broken. So, something luxurious without being his entire check. He remembered his buddy telling him about a company that will send over a cute girl to clean a house. They would send a “customized” cleaner- his buddy said he had gotten his house cleaned by a “cheerleader”. He said it was the most he had ever enjoyed cleaning. Caleb hunted around for the number, then called them up. As the phone rang he tried to decide what he would like. A sultry voice interrupted his thought process and asked him what kind of girl he desired. His mind blanked and he stammered out that he would like a cute brunette with an accent- something foreign. She waited for a moment for him to say more, but when he didn’t, she said that they had the perfect girl for him. It would be $90 for an hour of cleaning, which he thought was a bit much, but his apartment needed it and, eh, spend it like you got it. This was his splurge after all.

  The next day when he answered the door, there was a young pale-skinned girl in a French maid outfit. He wasn’t sure who would show up after only asking for an accent, but he was definitely enjoying what was on his doorstep . She was showing off her sexy legs and carrying a feather duster and her purse, and looked a little nervous

  "Hi! Are you the cleaner?" he asked. She looked at him, looking a little confused.

  "My name is Sophie. I clean house." She had a thick French accent, just like in the movies.

  "Oh, do you speak English?"

  She shook her head, then said, "No, I clean house."

  Caleb didn't know much French so he said one of the phrases he did know, "Bonjour! Je m'appelle Caleb."

  She practically beamed and said, "Cay-lob, I clean house?"

  He motioned her in and she smiled as she entered. She was gorgeous, about 5'5", medium frame, long brown hair, C-sized tits, and the bottom of her ass was just hanging out of her little maid outfit. She looked around, and immediately began humming and dusting things. He pretended to watch TV, but as he plopped down on the couch he became fixated on her. He felt bad watching her, but this was what he was paying for, so he was going to enjoy it. Every time she got up on her tip toes and every time she bent over to pick up a piece of clothing, he would get a glimpse of her black lacy panties and that fantastic ass of hers. He was suddenly sad he had picked up a little before she arrived- he hadn’t wanted a pretty girl seeing his house a complete wreck. A couple of times she looked back and saw him watching her, and she would blush and go back to humming and cleaning. She had dusted everything and was reaching really high to get to the ceiling fan, so he got out a step ladder for her and set it up for her.

  “Merci," she chirped, and stepped up the step ladder. Caleb was at eye level with her ass, and it looked like the best ass he had ever seen. There was just a hint of her creamy skin peeking out from under black lacy underwear, and the skirt hid just enough to make him want more. It took a conscious effort not to reach up and steal a look under the skirt, so instead he grabbed a wet cloth and handed it up. He was rewarded with another smile and a sweet “Merci”. She traded her feather duster for his cloth, and he pretended to dust the step ladder with it. She smiled and still hummed as she wiped the dust from the fan and light. He moved over to her, and began using the feather duster on her legs. She never missed a beat with her humming, humming along as she continued to wipe the now-clean fan. She smelled heavenly, clean with a hint of perfume. He moved his way up her legs, dusting her calves, the back of her knees, up her thighs, and finally, touching her ass lightly with the duster. She ignored him, still humming away. He figured it was now or never, and reached a hand up and grabbed her ass. She gasped, stopping her humming and looked down at him.

  "Monsieur!" she exclaimed, and he instantly pulled his hand back. She stepped down the step ladder and grabbed the feather duster out of his hands.

  "Sorry! Um, um, desolee," he stammered out in French. She seemed to calm down a bit as he spoke the French word, then smiled a little bit. She turned around, lifted up her skirt a little ways, and said "You like?" His jaw practically hit the floor.

  "Yes, oui, oui." She walked to the table and took out a pen and paper, and wrote something down. She handed it to him, and again his jaw practically hit the floor.

  "$900?" She nodded, and smiled, thrusting her tits out, showing some nice cleavage. He couldn’t believe it would be that easy to get someone as hot as her into bed, or that it would be that expensive.

  "No, I'm sorry, I can't." He hadn’t cashed his bonus check yet, so he had no cash on hand and not enough in the bank to write a check. As if she would accept a personal check for this. She pouted, picked up her feather duster, and started sashaying towards the door. He didn’t know hips could move like that- he wondered what else those hips could do.

  "Wait, um, arret!" She looked back, and quizzically looked at him, trying to figure out what he wanted.

  "Hold on." Caleb went to his bedroom, emptied his wallet, his vacation jar, his swear jar, and finally came back to the living room.

  "$690. It's all I have on me." She counted out the bills, seemed to think about it for a moment, then smiled and tucked the money into her purse.

  "Oui," is all she said, before getting in close to him. She stood up on her toes and kissed him lightly, her tongue darting out at the last second to graze his lips. Her smell was heavenly, even better here than it had been when he had dusted her legs. He returned her kiss with another, and his hands immediately went for her ass. It felt fantastically round in his hands, and as he squeezed it and grabbed at the fabric of her skirt. She gently bit his lip as they kissed, tugging gently, and then gliding her tongue against his. He could feel an erection struggling to escape its fabric confines, and started hungrily grabbing even more at her ass. When he grabbed her hips and leaned back a little, she leaped up and wrapped her legs around his midsection. They hungrily kissed at each other while she grinded into him as he supported her ass with his hands. He carried her into the bedroom, and she smiled when she saw he had done so.

  He set her down gently, and she strutted to the bed, put her hands out on the comforter and stood on her tip toes. She wiggled her ass at him, flaunting the lacy underwear under the short skirt. He took the hint, pulling up her skirt and pulling her black lacy panties down, kissing her legs as he went down. The lace was damp with desire as he tossed it on the floor behind him. She stepped out and spread her legs open, inviting him in. He grazed his fingers along the lips of her vagina- enjoying that it was hair-free and dripping wet. She gasped an "Oooh la la" as he put his face underneath her, and began licking her pussy. He licked up and down, all the way up to her asshole, then back down to her clit. She was obviously enjoying it, so he lifted her leg up on the bed and went to work on her clit. She gasped and giggled as he flicked her clit with his tongue. He sucked on her swollen clit as she started to shake, her hands clenching the comforter as s
he started to cum. He kept sucking and suddenly her whole body went rigid. He could taste a sweetness as she practically vibrated with ecstasy. He made sure to flick her clit a few more times before maneuvering back to a standing position. She turned to look at him and he caught her in a kiss. She leaned into it, tasting her cum on his lips, before he pushed her down on the bed. He was between her legs again in an instant, licking and kissing her clit, getting her wetter and wetter. Her hands caught his head, her fingers grasping at his hair as he flicked at her clit with his tongue and started rubbing his thumb along her vaginal opening. He soon had his two fingers deep inside her, finding her g-spot as he let his tongue play with her clit. She was dripping all over his hand as she arched her back with pleasure as he rubbed her from the inside. He kept a good pace and was rewarded with a quiet whimper of pleasure as she orgasmed a second time- her pussy squeezing his fingers as he kept fucking her with them.

  Lust was roaring inside him. He had to have her, so he got up and took off his shirt, his pants, and his underwear, leaving him completely naked in front of her. "Mon dieu!" she exclaimed, as she looked him over and licked her lips. He stepped forward, positioning himself to come down on top of her, when she stopped him. She stood up, and pushed him back for a moment. She slipped her top down so that her tits popped out, then went in for a kiss. At the last moment, she dodged his kiss. He was confused, and in this moment of confusion, she twisted and pushed him down on the bed! He laughed, and she was on him, kissing his cock and licking it from balls to tip. She slowly opened her mouth and took the head of his penis in her mouth and then slowly descending down, taking his whole shaft in her mouth. He wanted to fuck her so bad that his balls were screaming in desire. She was humming a song, the same song that she was humming while she had been dusting. The vibrations reverberated through his entire body, adding a whole new quality to the blow job. It was the best one he had ever had- she knew just how to move her tongue, the pitch to hum at, and the speed to go up and down. The $690 was worth it just for this. The lust filled fire in his belly was bubbling like mad as she kept putting the right pressure in the right spots, sucking here and looking up at him through her eyelashes.

  She spit on his dick, then got up on top of him, and slowly lowered herself to just above his cock. She rubbed his dick up against her pussy, teasing him with the warmness and the wetness of it radiating down on him, until he grabbed her hips and pulled her in. She gasped as he kissed her fiercely and plunged his penis inside of her, taking what he had paid for. He slammed into her, and while still kissing her, he moved his mouth from her lips down her neck, all the way to her tits. They were fantastic, and every time he sucked on her nipples she rocked into him that much harder. She was clearly enjoying herself, and she started to cry out "Oui, oui, oui," before freezing and then spasming on him. As she came all over his cock, he felt himself being milked by her, and saw beads of sweat forming on her forehead. As soon as she was done cumming, she collapsed on him, and he pounded away for a few seconds before motioning for her to lay on her side. She got the hint, but stood up first, removing the rest of the clothes she had on before laying down on her side. He got behind her and dove into her pussy, lifting her leg up and slamming into her. He had his hands all over her, on her tits, in her hair, in her mouth, and she was loving every second of it. She let out the most delicious moans and squeaks- the squeaks sent little zaps of fire through him. He pulled out of her and pushed her over on her stomach, and she got herself comfortable while he positioned himself on top of her, behind her.

  When he entered, he knew he wasn't going to last long, so he started pounding away, focusing on his pleasure now. She was beyond words, moaning and grabbing his sheets tightly. She tried to get up to go doggy style but he put his hand on her shoulder blade and pushed her down, making her clench her pussy muscles. She practically screamed as she buried her face in his pillow, and he knew he was about to blow. He pulled out of her and jerked himself off, spraying hot cum across her ass and back. He watched as streams of white landed on her soft skin, running together and dripping off her. She writhed on the bed for a minute, panting and muttering in some foreign language, her back sweaty and glistening with her sweat and his cum. As soon as he stopped panting, he got up and went to the bathroom, and returned with a towel. He cleaned up her back and ass while she lay there, still breathing hard but smiling. Even though he had just had the most amazing orgasm, he couldn’t help feeling and grabbing her ass as he wiped her down. She asked him for his telephone, and fiddled with it for a moment. When she was done, she set it on the bed and cleaned the rest of her body. When she was clean, he helped her up, and they both got dressed while glancing and smiling at one another.

  When she was fully dressed, they walked back out to the main room. She bent to pick up her feather duster, her ass still hanging out from the bottom of her skirt, and he felt that heat in his stomach starting again. He came over and hugged her, enjoying the feel of her body against him. "Merci," he said, as he gave her ass one last squeeze. She shivered and gasped "Monsieur!" this time more chiding than surprised. She smiled and pulled out the bill for the cleaning company, which he realized wasn't covered by the cash he gave her earlier. He laughed and wrote her a check, and she gave him a kiss on the cheek before sashaying out of his apartment and out of his life. He checked his phone, and saw that she had called herself, and saved the contact as “Sophie”. He frowned a little when he thought of how this was a one-time experience. He wished he could see her again, but he didn’t have that kind of money. His house may not be sparkling clean, but it was definitely worth every cent.

  Her story:

  Claire was smart. Things just came easily to her and she enjoyed finding solutions to problems. She was hard working, and earned straight A's in high school, graduating at the top of her class. In college she had earned A’s again, but despite again graduating at the top of her class, was frustrated with finding a job that paid what she was worth. She applied to graduate school and got in to her top choice on her first try. It was a private school, so it was super expensive, but it was the best program in the nation. She didn’t want to rack up a massive student debt, so she needed something with more money and less hours of work to at least pay the rent and groceries.

  One of her college friends had started stripping their senior year, and Claire thought that sounded like a good time. She knew she was hot enough to earn a good wage, but she quit after just one night, as she couldn't stand being touched by so many drunk, ugly men. It was part of the job, she understood that, but she just couldn't handle it. The actual dancing and having men look at her with desire was fun, but having to put up with men she didn’t want touching her, or buying lap-dances, was not. There was one group she didn’t mind being touched by, a group of four frat guys. It's not that she particularly liked them, or frat guys in general, but they were good looking and treated her alright while she was talking to them. She tried to stay near their table when she wasn’t dancing, but an old guy with a gold tooth kept buying lap dances from her. He smelled like beer and vomit and kept trying to feel her up instead of sitting politely like he was supposed to. She felt physically ill after the second dance and was incredibly grateful when one of the frat guys called her over and saved her from a third. She didn’t make much money off those four boys, but she didn’t feel like showering in Lysol after sitting on their laps either. One of them had offered her money to come party with them after her shift, and she might have taken them up on it, but she was already disgusted and worn out from the evening's events.

  She was propositioned three times that night for sex. Her friend said that being offered money for sex was just another part of the job, and some girls made a killing doing it. She strongly considered it- Claire enjoyed sex and considered herself pretty good at it. She had already been paid for sex once, and it was an easy and fun way to make money. It was definitely more rewarding than picking up a one-night stand at a bar. She wanted different clientele than the strip-club th
ough. Claire thought about that for a while and was wondering what she could do to show off her fantastic body while not being required to allow them to touch her.

  Since the stripping gig didn’t really work out, she still needed a part-time job she could work through school with. She scoured the paper and Craigslist, trying to decide between an office secretary or a diner waitress position when she ran across an ad looking for beautiful women for a themed cleaning job. When she called them and they said that it paid $60 an hour, she jumped at the chance. They hired her, but during their training, they said that having sex with clients was strictly forbidden. However, one of the girls there said that as long as they didn't get complaints from customers, the bosses turned a blind eye toward it. The company only booked the customers and recommended Claire buy several outfits for the job, as some customers liked schoolgirls, cheerleaders, or secretaries to clean their houses or offices. The interviewer told her that with her complexion and build she would make a great French maid and asked if she knew any French. She had taken French I in high school, and could pull off a decent accent so she decided to try that outfit first.

  The first time she tried the outfit, she was tipped an extra $20 and asked to return. The second time, she was tipped $30 and propositioned for more. The third made her almost $1,000 and a great orgasm. The best part was that if she received an offer that she didn’t want, she could just pretend not to understand what they wanted and not offend them before they tipped her. She decided that the French maid was her best avenue to getting paid to get laid. Most of her clients were rich, and kept themselves well. She cleaned about three houses a day, three days a week, and probably had sex with two of those clients a week. She had turned down many offers, which she found easy to do pretending not to know English. She had turned these people in to her boss, and in turn they never questioned her when she stayed a little late at a client's house or was requested to clean someplace multiple times a week. She drove a nice car, was going to be able to pay for graduate school, and was planning a trip to Europe in the summer. She had a couple of regulars, housecleaning and otherwise, and was referred on a flattering basis. She could easily juggle nine to fifteen hours of "work" a week and school, and she was going to make the Dean's List at school. Life was good, she was making good money, and she was loving all the sex she got.