Chapter 2: Maid For Each Other

The handsome man in the pinstriped suit was making himself a sandwich in the kitchen. Home on lunch, David ... er ... Smith was mulling over contracts, investments and how to slip into the position of CEO once his crabby old boss retired. The old goat didn’t have long left, and when he finally ceased to foul the office with his musty smell and ornery manner, David would have to move quickly. Corporate politics took place in a dog-eat-executive world, and much as he hated it, the mortgage wouldn’t pay itself. As CEO, he might finally be able to pull himself out of debt and live the life he’d always dreamed of. That is, if his wife also learned to curtail her voracious shopping habits. Should she not, then they would most likely be in debt ‘til they died.

He considered his wife, Sarah, as he bit into the sandwich. She had been such a vixen when they married. Now, in what seemed like almost no time at all, she had turned into a money-grubbing shrew, always complaining and wondering why they weren’t rich yet. He still loved her, but she was making it more and more difficult every day.

David’s contemplation was interrupted by the sound of the vacuum starting up in the family room. Despite their debt, his wife had insisted on a live-in maid to keep their house in order, though they never seemed to last long in their house. His wife’s demands often became outrageous and unreasonable and so the pile of resignation letters on David’s desk grew larger and larger as the months went by.

The current maid was short and pretty, apparently of some Asian descent. She had been hired only a few days ago but seemed eager to work hard, which had pleased David’s wife. He hadn’t seen much of her yet since work had stolen a lot of time this week, but given the spotless state of his house every time he was home, he had to say he was impressed. However, right now the sound of the vacuum was driving him up the wall. He got up and headed toward the family room to request that she waited until he had gone back to work.

The maid didn’t notice him enter and he waited to announce himself, getting a look at his new employee. His wife always insisted on the maids wearing a uniform, and would (oh so generously since it came out of his wallet) give them some money to go find themselves something appropriate that fit. If this were appropriate or not, however, David wasn’t sure.

The uniform the new maid had chosen looked like maybe it was a size or so too small. It looked awfully tight around her waist and it was barely long enough to cover her rear, which left a pair of strong, sexy legs almost entirely exposed. The little black dress was cut low on top, seeming to just barely cover the nipples of her perky breasts and putting a lot of cleavage on display. The straps were off the shoulders, exposing a sexy upper back and a distinguished long neck. Her long, raven colored hair hung loosely, kept in place by a small and frilly lace tiara. She was wearing black slippers on her feet with thin, black straps that crisscrossed halfway up her strong calves. Quite a sight to behold, he thought.

The shock, however, came when she ran the vacuum under the coffee table. To do so, she bent over at the waist, causing her short dress to pull up and expose what she was wearing underneath; which, to David’s utter surprise, turned out to be absolutely nothing. Instead, he was flashed a perfect, smooth little ass and the lower part of her sex. He was hard instantly, his manhood uncomfortably restrained by his underwear.

David couldn’t help himself. The exotic beauty in front of him was still unaware of his presence and seemed to be taking extraordinary care in cleaning under the coffee table. He had to get nearer. “No wonder this place is spotless,” thought the handsome businessman as he quietly approached the vacuuming beauty. She was still bent over when he stopped right behind her, his eyes locked between her legs. Was that a drop of moisture? Without really thinking, he reached out and ran his finger across her cleft. There wasn’t just moisture ... she was soaked!

This was the point where he expected her to jump up, slap him and storm furiously out of his house, never to return, except possibly with a horde of lawyers and a career-destroying lawsuit. However, she just pushed back against his finger to increase the pressure and, though he couldn’t be quite sure over the noise of the vacuum, let out a throaty moan.

David began to rub his finger up and down the wet slit, feeling it slip around easily. The maid was still going through the motions of pushing the vacuum back and forth, but only where she could reach without having to move away or straighten up.

As the CEO-to-be got braver, he slipped his thick finger into the young maid and this time he definitely heard the moan over the vacuum. He pumped it firmly in and out of her, feeling the tight passage grip his finger with each stroke. The young girl dropped the vacuum and grabbed onto the glass tabletop tightly, pushing herself back against him.

David reached out a leg and tapped the on/off switch on the vacuum. Suddenly, everything was quiet in the room except for soft squishing sounds and heavy breathing. The maid’s beautiful ass wiggled enticingly at him as she slipped back and forth on his finger. His wife all but forgotten, the young businessman started fumbling with his belt and zipper with his unoccupied hand.