Service Girl
Copyright© 2026 by Han Jansz. van Meegeren
Ever After
I woke up with the little one with her back against me. My hand was holding something soft. When my sleepy brain finally understood I was holding her breast in my hand, my sleep was instantly gone. As if her breast electrocuted my hand, it shot off. Without her breathing changing, she gently took my hand and placed it carefully back on her breast. I took my hand away again, and she immediately put it back. I felt the softness that only women have in my hand. It was weird. It felt good. It was weird that it felt good. I felt her press her body even more firmly against mine, reducing the distance between our two bodies from centimetres to millimetres.
“Little one?” I whispered.
“Yes, Mama.”
“I need you to let go of my hand. I need to pee.”
“I’m going first, Mama.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I will,” she giggled and jumped out of bed. She ran to the bathroom and not long after that I heard sounds that made my bladder scream ‘injustice’.
“Mama, you can come now!” She cried in the bathroom.
So I went with my hand between my legs as a peace sign for my bladder.
The little one was standing before the toilet with a piece of toilet paper in her hand. I wiped her as quickly as I could and sat down for my own relief. I moaned. It can feel so good sometimes after you’ve held it for a long time, just letting go. “Come on, girl, get in the shower. I want you to smell nice when your Daddy comes today. Perhaps we should wash your hair as well. Do you have shampoo with you?”
“Yes, Mama.” In one of the three suitcases, a bottle of shampoo appeared.
“Get in the shower; be careful!” I took off the T-shirt that I had worn at night and stripped off my panties as well. No use getting my clothes wet after all. I climbed into the tub and turned on the tap until the temperature was right. I washed the little one’s hair and body.
“Mama, I will also get beautiful titties like yours?”
“They are called breasts, little one.”
“Papa calls your breasts, titties, mama.”
“Papa should know better than that. And yes, when you grow up, you will get them as well. How they will look is nothing you can do about it; it just comes the way it comes.” I looked at her breasts, which were at least twice my size.
“Come on, let’s get dressed so we won’t be late until your Papa comes.”
We had breakfast downstairs as I looked at Little One’s face. It only took a second for her to switch from disliking her food to being ecstatic.
“DADDY!” She cried loudly, jumped up from her chair and ran towards a handsome man, still in his army outfit. He dropped his bags as she jumped into his arms. After a few moments, she covered his face with little kisses. With her legs wrapped around his waist, he approached our table.
“Good morning,” he said politely. “Did everything go well?”
“Little one, why don’t you find the handsome waiter you like so much and ask him to serve a full breakfast for your Daddy.”
“Yes, Mama.” And she ran away to search for her favourite waiter. I turned towards Ciaran.
“What the hell do you think you were doing?” My voice was thick with anger. The poor guy did not know what he’d done wrong. “It’s one thing to take a bath with your little girl, but it’s quite another to let her play motorboat with your stiff cock.”
He started laughing. It made me even madder. “And you know the worst thing about it? She told her friend Jutta all about it. Good thing I could tell Jutta’s mother that it was all made-up, but if they had gone to the police, you would be in jail by now.”
He nearly fell out of his chair laughing. Ugly returned with a questioning look in her eyes.
“What’s so funny, Daddy?” She asked.
“That’s between me and your dad, little one. Did you order breakfast for your dad?”
“Yes, Mama. He said he would bring it right way.”
“Right away, little one. Please sit down so we can finish breakfast.”
Ciaran stared in amazement as Little One obediently sat down in her chair. I speared a piece of cheese and a soft roll with my fork.
“Open,” She opened her mouth and chewed with a sparkle in her eyes. “She has missed you very much. And she has been wonderful for the last few days. I will really miss her when you guys go home.” I said to my “husband.”
I’m glad things worked out between you two. You should stick around; I think she listens to you better than me.
“I always listen well to my daddy,” Little One chirped.
The waiter served Ciaran’s breakfast. Little One beamed full of pride: “This is my Daddy, I told you about, and this is my Mommy, but you know her already.”
Ciaran extended his hand and shook the waiter’s hand. “My wife says you took good care of her. Thank you for that.”
“The pleasure is ours, believe me.” The waiter smiled.
“I think you guys need a few moments alone, so I will go and pack my things upstairs. If you will excuse me?” I said, standing up.
“No, no, no,” Ciaran said. “I want to hear all about your trip here. Cheape, you start because if Ugly here starts talking, it will be impossible for anyone to get a word in.”
“We had a marvellous time. She even chose this skirt for me. I gave her a pair of pants in return, and she was thrilled with them. It was my idea, not hers, so please don’t get mad at her. She said she would not allow her to wear pants. But don’t worry, I also forbade her to wear panties under those.”
“She said I could not wear them because of my condition. What is my condition, Daddy?” Ugly rattled.
I zoned out when Ciaran dodged the question with practised ease. Ugly gave him a detailed report on all the activities we had done together. Ciaran gave short answers to questions and attentively listened to her. In the meantime, he had finished his breakfast.
“Shall we go upstairs so you guys can check out?” He said, standing up.
Little One ran to her favourite server, hugged and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you and goodbye,” she said a little shyly.
After this bit of attention-seeking, we went upstairs. Little One showed Ciaran the apartment as if it were the Royal Chambers.
“It looks like you’ve made quite a mess of things,” he said, his gaze scanning the clothes scattered across the room.
“Daddy, this is a ladies’ room. It is supposed to look like this.”
“Oh, in that case, I said nothing.”
“Wise man.” I said. We quickly finished packing, perhaps not everything went into the suitcase as neatly, but that didn’t seem to bother either of them. Ciaran went to the floor to check under the beds, and that was very sweet of him. What embarrassed me he came out from under the bed with my pink bra in his hand.
“Oh, thank you. I hadn’t missed him yet.” He didn’t have to say, “I can see that.” His eyes did that work for him. I was so used to not wearing a bra, like Little One, that I hadn’t even thought of putting it on this morning. Until now.
“Mommy, I’m ready!” We heard, coming from the bathroom. I went in, and it was immediately clear from the smell why I was being called.
“Perhaps you prefer your Daddy to do that for you, Little One?”
She was already bending forward. “No! You wipe it so much better, Mommy. Daddy is always, whoosh, whoosh, and he’s done.”
“Oh, really. I suppose that’s what Mamas are for, huh?” I wiped her and flushed. To Ciaran I said, “If you guys got to get home fast, I’ll just grab the train. That’s no problem, there is a good connection to Pitlochry from here.”
“Out of the question. You came with us to Dundee, we bring you back from Dundee,” Ciaran said with determination.
“Master, how was your trip to Germany?” Ugly asked in her normal voice, a clear demonstration her Little One days were over for now.
“It was a mess, love, but we have fixed most of it.”
“You mean, you fixed most of it, Master.”
“No, it’s teamwork, Ugly. Can’t tell you more, though; it’s all classified information, I’m afraid. But more importantly, you guys have got along wonderfully, I presume?”
“Yes, we did, Master. Cheape is not only a wonderful and compassionate young woman; she was such a good mother to me. I know she will be a splendid mother to her children as well.”
“Hey, I have got to find a husband first, you know.” I smiled at her.
“That won’t be a problem,” said Ugly with a dismissive gesture.
“So, we can ask you again if we need a babysitter someday?” Ciaran asked. Asked us both, I suppose.
“No,” Ugly said.
Ciaran seemed as surprised as I was by that answer. Kind of surprised and a bit sad, since she rejected it so firmly.
“I thought you were getting along well. Was I mistaken?” Ciaran asked.
“She said she loved me, and I said it back. And I think we were both serious when we said it.”
“So, what’s the problem?”
“Master, I know you don’t want to hear this, but I’m not getting any younger. Next year I will be 71 and our age gap is becoming a bigger problem every year. You know I love you more than life itself, but we have to face the fact that it’s likely my health will deteriorate in the next few years. So I need to find a wife for you, and I think I have found her.”
“WWHAT?” from Ciaran and “It’s not cool to organise people’s lives this way, Ugly,” I said at the same time, scolding her.
Unfazed by our reaction, Ugly continued as if nothing had happened. “I know I cannot force you guys to love each other. There is no need to state the obvious. But you have to agree with me that there is a kind of attraction between the two of you. Master Ciaran, I know she is your type of girl. I have seen how you look at her. Mother Cheape, I know you find him attractive. I don’t blame you; he looks a million bucks in that uniform. So we have the first thing we need: mutual sexual attraction.
“The second reason you would be good for each other is, well, I will describe it as fondness for me. I think it would be arrogant to call it love already, Mother, but you truly care for me and I know for a fact that Master Ciaran loves me. I would have a Father and a Mother and I could be a little one for a longer period, and that would make me extremely happy. I’ve experienced so much joy in these last few days, more than I ever thought I’d deserve. To have a Mama is so different from me, Daddy; it’s a revelation. That doesn’t mean I love my Daddy less; on the contrary. To have a Mama and a Papa means that I would have the family back I have missed for so long. The way Mama reacted to Jutta and Sylvia, I wish you had seen it, Master. She is a lioness who fights for her cub. As you are the Lion King.
Ugly Girl was on a roll. “I won’t expect you to look at each other now and fall in love, Master. It has to grow. Having me around as your little gives you the opportunity to live in the same house as us. Taking care of me will bond you with a common interest. Parents need to resolve their differences so they can speak to the child with one voice. When I die, you are both young enough to start with children of your own, and you know you’ll be exemplary parents because you tried it out on me. And if it doesn’t work out, it will be a pity, but a valuable life experience.”
“You gave us a lot to think about, Little One. I, for one, am willing to consider your proposal. But clearly, I’m not alone in this. If Ciaran is not interested, well, it takes two to tango, doesn’t it?” I said. Bravely putting all my feelings for them on the table, I might add.
Ciaran was quiet for a long time. Far too long. I was on the point of saying, ‘Just forget about it’, when he spoke.
“I guess we should start dating then?”
ONE YEAR AND 14 DAYS LATER
I was in the Netherlands at Sandor’s ranch. It was our third visit to this place. Ugly’s or Little One’s, as I like to call her, real name was Zuzanna. I never knew. I have come to know her by that ugly name. My little one was here to play with Jutta, Sylvia’s little one. These visits were the highlight of Little One’s life. Since I came to live with them, Ciaran has been less stressed about going abroad for work. We combined his trips to Germany to do something ‘strictly confidential’ there with a visit to Sandor’s ranch.
During our stay at the ranch, I barely saw Little One. She spent all her time with Sylvia and Jutta. I didn’t realise how much she missed them until our first visit. Ciaran spent almost all his time at the ranch with Sandor. This Sandor fellow was a high-ranking official in the Dutch army, and he was the only person Ciaran could talk to about his work. It was wonderful to see the older, more experienced Sandor treat our Ciaran as an equal.