She arrived at my building about ten minutes before our scheduled appointment and so I was a bit startled when I heard the intercom buzz. You see, I live in a secure building and you have to be “buzzed” to get in by one of the building occupants. I like this feature and it was one of the main reasons I lived here.

“Hello?” I replied into the intercom.

“Hello, I’m Pamela from the maid service,” she said.

“Oh okay, come on up,” I said, and I buzzed the door to unlock it for her. I had called Dirty Girlz Maid Service more for the fun of it than needing a maid service. I had seen one of their vehicles running around town and thought I would give them a try and see what it was all about.

The mid-size cargo vans that the company used had a pin-up style drawing of a scantily clad maid in a French maid apron, stocking and heels with the name Dirty Girlz Maid Service in pink cursive type lettering.

I couldn’t read the rest of the lettering since it was moving down the road, so when I got home I looked them up in the phone book. Their ad in the phone book said they featured topless and full nude maid service.

It took a couple minutes for Pamela to make it to my fourth-floor condo, but presently I heard a soft knock. I looked through the peephole just to get a “preview” of what was waiting for me on the other side. I was pleasantly surprised by what I saw.

I envisioned some less than average looking woman, probably older, with a cheap wig and far too much makeup, who still has dreams of making the centerfold of a men’s magazine!

This was certainly not the case with Pamela. Pamela appeared to be a very lovely young woman about twenty-five-years-old, around five foot seven inches tall, with a very shapely figure (from what I could see through the distortion of the peephole!).

I opened the door to this lovely woman and invited her in. “Hello, my name is Jonathan,” I said as I shut the door behind her.

“Nice to meet you, Jonathan,” she said with a wide smile. I offered to take her coat and found she was wearing regular street clothes.

“I thought you wore those sexy French maid outfits when you worked,” I said a little confused.

“We do. I have it right here,” she said patting the bag she carried.

“Oh, I thought you would be wearing it, that’s all,” I said sheepishly.

“Not while driving between jobs. we wear regular street clothes when traveling. Wouldn’t be very good for traffic if we drove around like we clean! Besides, it’s cold out there!” she said, smiling again.

“Yeah, I suppose so. You could cause a traffic accident!” I said.

“That’s right, and imagine the looks I would get as the police officer was talking to me about it!” she said. I know I would have to slow way down if I saw her on the side of the road in a French maid outfit!

“Is there someplace I can change?” she asked. I showed her where the bathroom was and she took her bag and went in to get changed into her “work clothes”. When she came out a minute or so later my jaw hit the floor for the second time in the past ten minutes.

“Damn Pamela ... that outfit is...” I couldn’t find the words to finish my statement.

“Thank you, Jonathan, I’m glad you like it. She took me by the hand and led me to the sofa where we sat down together to discuss the job.

“So what would you like done here today, Jonathan? How can I help you?” she asked, very professional-like.

“Well, to be perfectly honest, I saw one of your vans go by the other day, but all I got was your company name. I looked your company up in the phone book but it didn’t tell me much more than you do exotic housecleaning. So I don’t know a lot about all this really,” I said.

“I see. Well, we offer a lot of different things. It just depends on what you want. We offer an erotic cooking service where we cook for you and teach you how to prepare meals that you may not have ever prepared before or that didn’t turn out if you did.

“We can also prepare meals for small dinner parties. We have a sexy waitress and catering service that can provide you with a sexy waitress for your next birthday, bachelor, Superbowl party, or whatever as well.

As for our cleaning services, we offer our erotic cleaning service. This is an on-call cleaning appointment where we come in and clean your home or office. We also can set up our erotic housekeeping service which is more of a scheduled repeat service. You tell us how often to come by and we set up a scheduled cleaning of your home and office.

In addition, we have a sexy ‘Girl Friday’ service if you need a sexy ‘Girl Friday’ to organize your home or office. Or maybe you need someone to feed your pet, water your plants, clean clutter ... whatever we can do to make your life simpler and more efficient!

“We have our sexy poker dealer if you are looking to spice up your poker night with the guys sometime. And finally, we have our escort service if you need a date for your next business or social event. We can provide you with a beautiful, elegant, and classy lady to accompany you,” she explained.

“Wow, Dirty Girlz is a lot more than just a maid service then!” I said.

“That’s right, Jonathan, we are here to make your life easier and take care of some of those bothersome little tasks so you can concentrate on more important things!” she cooed, while she rubbed her hand on my chest.

“Well if you would be the one coming over all the time, you just might get me on your scheduled erotic housekeeping service!” I said.

“Aww you’re sweet!” she said. “I’d love to come over and clean for you, baby,” she purred.

Then it was time for her to get to work. I showed her where I kept all the cleaning supplies and she looked through my assortment. She pointed out a couple things she uses that were better than what I had and a couple things I didn’t have. I jotted down the names of the products she named and where to get them. She began her cleaning and I went to my office to do some work of my own.

I tried to focus on my work – I was behind on a big project and needed to get some computer time in. But knowing that I had such a beauty in my apartment, knowing she was wearing such a skimpy and sexy outfit, and hearing her heels click as she walked around the hardwood floors of my condo was just too distracting! I would catch her walking past my office door or I would hear her and roll my chair back to watch her clean for a minute. Damn, that girl was hot!

Finally, it was too much and I saved my work (or lack of it!) and shut my computer down. I had to take a break and regroup. I went in to see how Pamela was getting on and when I came around the door to the bathroom she was on her knees, bent over, cleaning the tub. Her firm round ass was sticking out from under her maid outfit and she was wearing the most delightful ruffled panties! I just stood there, struck dumb, as I watched her.

Suddenly, she got up from the floor and turned, catching me watching her. I quickly tried to duck around the corner, but she had caught me. As I stood in the hall with my back to the wall hoping to hear her going back to work I saw her instead peek around the corner at me.

“You know Jonathan, it’s perfectly all right to watch me work. I mean that kinda is the idea here – I don’t wear this getup because it’s comfortable! I like it when you watch me,” she said.

With that, I began watching her clean. And she gave me quite a show too. She was sexy, but not blatantly. I mean when she bent over to pick something up, she didn’t wiggle her ass or make it obvious what she was doing – instead, she bent like a lady would but with a sexy little flair. Just enough to attract me without being a whore about it!

Watching her work gave me quite a hard on and that outfit didn’t do much to help my condition! Sadly, she was also very good at her job and far too quickly, she was done.

“Okay Jonathan, I think that will do it for today, hon. Want to look things over and see what you think?” she asked as she came in to tell me she was finished.

“No that’s okay, I’m sure everything is immaculate,” I said. I paid her for her work and she left for her next job. I’ll tell you, the place sure seemed a lot emptier when she walked out that door!

I called the service once a month for the next couple of months, each time asking specifically for Pamela. I looked forward to having her come over. I thought about some of the other services the company ordered, and had I been able to justify any of them, I would have!

I guess she had been cleaning my place for about four months when it happened. That day she came over and as usual, we talked a bit before she began. I enjoyed chatting with her and getting to know my delightful maid. But this day I was to learn something entirely new about her.

“Jonathan, can I ask you a question?” she said.

“Sure Pam, anything you want. What is it?” I asked.

“I’ve been coming over for the past few months now and you haven’t ever tried to hit on me or get me in the sack? Don’t you find me attractive?” she asked.

“What? Oh no, Pam! No honey, I think you are smoking hot! I just didn’t think that kind of thing was allowed!” I said quickly trying to reassure her.

“Well, according to company policy, we aren’t. But it still happens. As long as the company doesn’t know about it, it’s all good. What happens between a customer and a maid is up to them. So long as everyone is happy,” she said.

“So how would something like that work?” I asked. I was trying not to make Pam sound like a prostitute, so I played it kinda dumb.

“Well, because this is an individual thing, each of us girls has our own way of approaching this. For me, I sit down with the guy and we talk about it – what he’s into, what he wants me to do, that sort of thing.

“We set some boundaries and I tell them what I won’t do. We reach an agreement on what we will do and how much it will cost him. If we agree, then we go ahead. If not, well I still would like to keep him as a customer,” she said.

“I see,” I said. My mind was already clicking away thinking of the possibilities.

Pamela moved around to straddle my lap sitting backward to face me. She put both arms around my neck “So what do you say baby, wanna play with me?” she purred.

I cannot imagine anytime in the history of man when a less necessary question was ever asked. I very nearly laughed out loud at the sheer absurdity of it. But I held my laughter in check. “Get up,” I said flatly. She stood up and I got off the sofa and I grabbed her by the arm, leading her past the dining room and past the study towards the bedroom.

When we got to the bedroom, I walked her to the bed where I pushed her to her knees.

“What are you...” she said, but I stopped her before she finished her sentence.

“Not a word unless I tell you to speak. Understood?” I said. Pam paused for a moment before answering,

“Yes,” she said softly.

“Yes Sir,” I corrected her.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, looking up at me and smiling.

“Now, I’m going to tie you up, spank you, then fuck you with some toys and with my cock. If you want things to stop, you say red. If you want me to slow down, you say yellow. Understand?” I said with a stern voice.

“Yes Sir,” she said, her voice now timid and shaky.

Pamela watched with keen interest as I began attaching the ropes to her bed that would soon hold her firmly to it. I attached a length of rope to each corner of the bed tying it securely to the legs of the bed.

With that done I went back to my bag of tricks and pulled out a blindfold, a leather-covered ping pong paddle, and a Hitachi Wand. Pamela knew what the blindfold and paddle were for, but the Wand piqued her interest.

“What is that for?” she asked, forgetting what I had told her.

I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back. I slapped her across the face; not hard, but hard enough that she definitely felt it. “What did I tell you about talking slut?” I said, angrily.

She thought about saying she was sorry, but instead, she just held her tongue after that.

“Stand up,” I told her. She clumsily stood up as I circled her, eyeing my prize. “This outfit may be suitable for cleaning, but it needs to come off now,”

Pam began to get undressed removing her maid’s outfit the rest of the way. She laid it over the back of the chair in my bedroom. Then she put a foot up on the chair seat and began to remove her frilly-topped dark stockings.

“That’ll do, slut. Keep the stockings shoes and panties on – I like the way they look on you for now,” I said.

Pam looked over at me smiling, “Yes Sir,” she said. She brought her foot back down and stepped up to me.

I moved quickly to snatch her by the hair again and as I sat down on the chair she had been using to get undressed, I pulled the woman over my lap just like a small child. “I promised you a spanking and that’s just what you are going to get!” I said.

She lay draped over my lap with her creamy, tight ass right there in front of me. I rubbed my hand over the silky flesh and felt the warmth of her skin. Pamela mewled softly as she felt my caress and began wriggling her ass at me, asking for more of my touch.

I raised my hand from her ass and smiled as she clenched – she knew what was coming next. But I held off for a few moments until she started to relax, thinking maybe I wasn’t going to spank her after all. She couldn’t have been more wrong!

SMACK! My hand fell across one pale ass cheek and Pamela yelped as the sting raced up her spine to her brain. Her ass instantly began to change from the pale white to a lovely pink shade in the perfect shape of my hand. I paused after the first swat to let the burn build a bit and let it sink in before continuing.

SMACK! A second-hand print began forming on her other ass cheek. Once more Pamela squealed as the sting registered in her mind.

“Okay now that your ass has felt my hand, let’s see how it likes my paddle!” I said. I picked up the leather-covered ping pong paddle and rubbed it over her pinkened ass. She cooed as she felt the smooth leather against her skin and raised her ass a bit as if asking to feel it. Well never let it be said that I kept a lady waiting!

WHAP! The sound of the paddle hitting tender flesh sounded throughout the room and was accompanied instantly by a screech. I don’t think Pamela was quite ready for the sensations my paddle would bring about!

WHAP! Another stroke of the paddle, another loud crack as leather and flesh met, and another screech from Pamela. Then it was time to get to it.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Four rapid fire swats alternating between cheeks had Pamela squealing and kicking and twisting on my lap. But I held her firmly in place and she wasn’t going anywhere.

Another set of four swats and her ass had now taken on an angry red hue. I paused to let her catch her breath before delivering the final series – eight rapid-fire strokes, alternating cheeks and covering her whole ass without any pause between them.

Pamela’s ass was bright red and hot to the touch. “Please Jonathan, don’t spank me anymore, I’ll be a good girl...” she moaned softly. She lay across my legs twisting slowly s she tried to get the heat to dissipate some and that’s when I smelled it – her scent had gotten considerably stronger. Curious, I reached down and pulled her legs apart and I saw that Pamela was dripping!

“Why you little slut! You liked getting this spanking didn’t you!” I said.

“Yes ... I like getting spankings – it’s kind of a thing of mine. I like being a bad girl and getting spanked; it makes me soaking wet. I like being fucked afterward too. I like dirty talk and being called a slut and a whore and a dirty cunt. Basically, I like being treated like a trashy whore! I guess that’s one reason this job appeals to me – when I have a willing customer that is!” she said.

Pamela couldn’t have had a more willing customer! I shoved two fingers into that dripping tight pussy of hers and gave her a preview of what my cock was going to do to her later. I finger-fucked her for a few delightful moments while she moaned and squirmed and gasped on my lap. I curled my fingers inside her and twisted my hand right then left and pumped in and out of her – anything I could think of to keep her guessing and fuel her lust fire.

She responded too, producing a steady flow of pussy juice that ran out of her drooling slit and covered my hand, running down my arm and dripping onto the wood floor below my feet.

“Yes, Jonathan! Oh, fuck me with your fingers! Ohh, right there! Oh yes!” she moaned as she writhed on my lap, trying to get me to hit all the right spots. I made sure she was a bubbling cauldron of lust before I suddenly pulled my hand from between her shaking legs.