I was tasked to host a dinner party for the president of the company coming to Los Angeles from New York. He was here to see how the West Coast office was doing and if they needed anything in light of the economic downturn the country was going through. They had already closed one of the Midwest offices in St. Louis and broken that office up, sending the personnel to the other offices elsewhere.

Obviously, my boss, Mr. Chapman was not interested in moving away from the sunny California home he and his wife had created for themselves and I have to admit, I wasn’t excited about the idea either. So it was up to me to rub elbows with and schmooze the president and “get him to see how important and vital the West Coast operations are to the company” (my boss’s words).

So taking charge of this meet and greet, I decided that hosting the dinner party in my own home would show “fiscal responsibility” and impress the higher ups. Besides, I had a pretty nice place, if I do say so myself, and the huge back deck had a killer view of the ocean. I thought it would be a suitable enough setting for an informal dinner party.

Now being a single working stiff, I don’t always have time to keep an immaculate home. My home isn’t a pig sty, but it isn’t a model for Better Homes and Gardens either. And with such VIP’s coming over, it needed to be. So in addition to calling a caterer for the party, I decided to call a maid service to help get the place ship-shape.

Thumbing through the telephone book I found a maid service and after placing the call and making arrangements for the maid to come early the next day (which also happened to be the day of the party), I spent the remainder of that evening putting everything of value away – after all this maid would be all over the house and I didn’t have the luxury of following her to make sure she was as honest and reliable as the company said she would be!

So with everything put in the safe that could “accidentally walk away”, I went to bed that night knowing that the next day could either make or break my career. Getting up early, I showered, shaved, and got ready for the day. A quick breakfast, and I put the dishes in the dishwasher and sat down for a cup of coffee before getting on with the day.

I was sitting in my easy chair, looking out the big sliding door that leads to the deck and the ocean view behind it when I heard the doorbell ring. I set my coffee cup down on the table next to the chair and went to see who was disturbing my tranquility.

I opened the door and standing before me was a very attractive blonde. “Hello sir, My name is Michelle. I am with White Glove Maid Service. I understand you need a maid to help you?” she said.

“Y-yes,” I said, my voice cracking at the shock of seeing such a beautiful woman at my door. “Sorry, yes, please come in.”

Michelle stood about five foot four inches tall with a very well formed 33D-25-33 body. Her honey blonde hair was loose and hung down to the middle of her back and her green eyes were soft and sparkling. She had full kissable lips and a soft husky voice that made a man’s cock hard just hearing her talk!

She smiled softly, her head lowered but looking up at me. I held the door open for her and she came in. “Thank you, sir.” I led her into the front room and offered her a seat while I explained what was going to happen and what I needed her for.

“Michelle, this evening I am hosting a very important dinner party. Primarily, it will be out on the deck there,” I said, pointing to the deck outside, “but I expect I will be showing my guests the rest of the house as well. Now I have a caterer coming to take of the food prep, so I don’t think the kitchen will be part of your responsibility – they will take care of the cleanup after the party. I just need your help in getting the rest of the house in order.”

“Yes, sir. That should be no problem. You have a very lovely home and I can help you get ready for your party. Just show me where you keep your cleaning supplies and I will get to work.”

I took Michelle down the hall where I kept the mop and broom and other cleaning things. She surveyed what I had to use. “I’ve got some things in the car that will do a better job than this. If you’d like I can bring them in,” she said.

“Whatever you think would do the best job,” I said. She stepped out and a minute or so came back with a bucket full of spray bottles and assorted cleaning things. She went right to work taking off her jacket and putting on a plain green smock.

“I will be out on the deck getting it ready for the party, Michelle. If you need anything just let come and get me,” I told her.

“Very good, sir,” she said as she started dusting. I took a moment to watch the pretty thing as she did her work. She caught me watching her and smiled softly. Then turned back to her work. I went out on the deck and set the table and chairs up, got the outside lights set up and extended the awning to cover part of the deck. I swept off the dirt and debris so it would look decent for my guests.

I turned back towards the sliding glass door and noticed that Michelle wasn’t in the living room anymore. I came inside and just as I was shutting the glass door I heard a great crash and the sound of something large breaking.

“OH SHIT!!” I heard Michelle shout from the hallway. A came around the corner and found the large vase I had on a small table at the end of the hallway was on the floor in a million pieces. She saw me come around the corner and she came up to me in a near panic.

“Oh sir, I am so sorry! I don’t know what happened! I was just finishing the bathroom, mopping the bathroom floor! I must have bumped the vase with my hip or with the mop handle! Oh sir, please don’t tell my company – they will fire me for something like this! Please sir! I’ll do anything I can to make up for this! Please, I really need this job!” she pleaded with me. I could see her eyes tearing up as she spoke.

“Well, we don’t have time to discuss this right now. Get this mess cleaned up and we will talk about it later. The caterers will be here any minute and my guests will be arriving in about an hour or so. We still have a lot to do before they get here,” I said.

“Yes, of course, sir. Right away!” she said, scurrying to get the broken vase mess picked up and cleaned. A couple of minutes later she had the broken vase picked up and put in the trash.

“Sir, I do hope that vase wasn’t too expensive. Of course you can take it out of my pay and if there is anything more that I need to pay, I will be happy to do so,” she said, standing before me with her head down and her hands clasped behind her back. She looked so heartbroken and miserable I couldn’t help feeling sorry for her. I hooked a finger under her chin and lifted her face to look her in her beautiful green eyes. She looked at me searching my face. Just as I was about to speak, the doorbell rang.

“We’ll talk about this later, Michelle. Let’s hope that’s the caterers and not my guests!”

“Yes, sir.”

It was indeed the caterers and once I got them briefed and going, I went to see what Michelle had left to do. Michelle was in the bedroom dusting and getting ready to vacuum. Not wanting everyone to hear our discussion I shut the door. It startled Michelle a bit and she jumped when the door shut. She whirled around and when she saw it was me she cracked a little smile.

I sat down on the bed, “Come sit Michelle, we have a few minutes before my guests are due to arrive. Let’s talk about the vase.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I really am very sorry, sir, and I’ll be happy to pay for the vase.”

“I am sure you are sorry, Michelle. But what bothers me is your reaction to breaking it. You seemed extremely scared that you would lose your job over a simple accident. Why is that?”

“Sir, I feel I can trust you – I don’t really have a choice at this point. You could get me fired just for breaking the vase. So I will tell you. The company I work for doesn’t treat us very well. We get minimum wage, we have to use our own vehicles without any mileage compensation, and they can let us go for the simplest things.

“I had a friend who didn’t take a cleaning job because she wanted to stay home with her boy that day. He was sick with a fever and ended up going into the hospital that day. But that didn’t matter to the company – they gave her cleaning job to someone else and then fired her.

“So you see, my breaking that vase can mean the end of my job if you say anything and I really need this job. I have to take care of my mother. She is getting up in years and she can’t take care of herself very well anymore.”

“I see. Well, you don’t have to worry about losing your job. I’m not going to say anything about the vase,” I said.

“Really, sir? Oh, you are too kind,” she said, looking up at me. I started to see the glint of a tear coming back into those beautiful green eyes. “How can I thank you for...”

Just as she spoke I heard the doorbell ring, interrupting our talk.

“Hold that thought, Michelle. That will be my guests. I want you to wait here until the dinner party is over. It should only be a couple of hours – these things usually don’t last much past the food! Just make yourself comfortable and you can watch TV. I will be back to talk more about this after my guests leave.”

“But, sir...” she said.

“No, buts, young lady. We have more to talk about and I don’t want you coming out of this room until we have had a chance to clear this matter up. Do you hear me?” I said feigning sternness.

“Yes, sir,” she said smiling. She saw right through my ruse, but she would play along. She got comfortable on the bed and I handed her the remote. “Thank you again, sir. I shall wait for you.”

I left her in the room and went to attend to my guests.

The party went off without a hitch. The president was glad to hear my presentation about how the West Coast office was doing all it could to keep costs down (including hosting the dinner party at my house – a touch that wasn’t lost on him!). My boss was thrilled he wouldn’t have to move to the snow belt and everyone had a good time. Even the weather cooperated, giving us all a gorgeous sunset over the calm Pacific ocean. If anything, the presidents wife was jealous of the house and the spectacular view!

The last of the party guests had left, and the caterers had cleaned up, got paid, and left. I then turned my attentions back to the beautiful maid that was waiting in the bedroom. As I entered the bedroom I saw Michelle laying there on the bed watching the TV just as I had left her. I didn’t need to shut the door this time, since it was only the two of us in the house now.

“How did the party go, sir?” she asked as I came further into the room.

“It went pretty well, I think. I don’t think they will close the office down. I think we convinced them to keep us here for a while longer.” I said.

“That’s good isn’t it? I mean that means you won’t be leaving Los Angeles?” she asked.

“Not for the foreseeable future at least.”

“I’m glad,” she said.

“Oh?” I asked, puzzled at her concern.

“Yes, sir. I don’t like to see good customers leave – especially ones I like working for.” she said, her eyes bright and sparkling.

She got up out off the bed and came to me. Smiling she put her arms around my neck and pulled me down to kiss me long and deep. I was a little stunned at her forwardness but her lips were so sweet and she was so soft and warm. I pulled her to me and she melted into me. We kissed for a long time before she finally broke the kiss. She ran her fingers through my hair as she spoke.