Episode 373: MINUTE MAID

1:00 PM! No more rain! Just Raynes! Fourth floor of the Bellamy Towers! Watchtower owned! The deed in the name of Stacy Raynes!

“This is by far the best apartment. It overlooks the city more than the others.” Maid service attendant Hazel Montgomery was already in room 45 but had left the door open, her cleaning cart next to the threshold as a sign. Joining her first was the leader of the Boston Loggers the handsome Irishman Andre Bass. Stepping into his new apartment she had the drapes drawn for lighting. Now that the rain had ceased fire the sun was coming out and offering a homier outlook.

“Treetops and a bank.” Andre stood in the French door to a small balcony. Opening the door for a breath of fresh air he stepped out and surveyed the surroundings. Looking down he saw leaves and a courtyard behind the Bellamy. “I don’t know if I would call it a view but hey the rent is free.” Inhaling deeply, he turned his back to the city and leaned on the railing. “Now this view is more to my liking.”

Hazel froze in her gaze, caught staring at him herself she blushed. “You’re very kind, Mister Bass.”

“None of that, it’s just Andre. I’m not calling you, Ms. Montgomery either. Hazel or Minute Maid.” He grinned!

“Why Minute Maid?”

“Because I can see you making me breakfast.”

“That is not part of my duties.” She teased her hair a bit. “Although, I do make a delicious omelet. I’m afraid my chef skills are a bit rusty. As I mentioned it’s been quite a few years since I’ve had anyone to cook for.”

“Three years since you’ve had sex. I recall.”

“Yes! Never married but I was in a long-term relationship with a man I met online. His name was Harold. He up and left me one day and I haven’t heard from him since. I don’t even know what I did wrong he simply said he couldn’t continue.”

“His loss! I was married for eight years. Divorced the last two. My lifestyle clashed and I liked being a dancer. We agreed to be cool about it all and simply part ways and share custody of the kids. Two! Son and a daughter!”

“You will miss them living in Nashville.”

“Unless Stacy and her people create trouble for us, we’re allowed to go back and forth regularly. As long as that option is rock solid, I have faith me and the guys can cope. The money is too good to pass up on. I mean, we kill it in Boston and New York, but nothing beats what we just made last night alone.”

“Stacy is a wonderful boss. She pays me well and never gives me grief. I simply do my job and go back to my cat Zoey.”

“Cat lover, eh! I never had time to really keep a pet.” A sudden visual of Mimi Alexander at Horton-Dexter wearing a cat tail butt plug and cat ears made him pause. “Now that’s a pet I could handle.” Narrowing his eyes at Hazel, he pictured her in a cat costume.

“You look deep in thought.”

“Just pondering owning a pet.”

“They can be quite comforting on lonely days. Of course, I cannot imagine that you are ever lonely.”

“I have my moments. But, yeah, being a dancer, I do get my fair share of one-night stands. Keeps me from boredom I suppose.”

“Would you like to see the rest of the apartment and the floor perks?”

“Lead the way!” He gallantly stood tall and waved her back indoors. Stepping in he closed the French door and took a look around the apartment. “Bigger living room than I expected.”

“There aren’t that many apartments on each floor. They’re all shall we say super-sized. If I may be so bold, that option befits all of you.” Eying the bulging inseam of his jeans, that monster cock lifting the fabric down his left leg was certainly noticeable.

“I’m sure you will see me naked pretty often. All of us to be honest. I know it saves doing laundry and I hate doing that. I might pay you extra to do mine.”

“I might be coaxed if the price is right. I don’t really need much but rainy-day funds can be useful. Like this morning.” She smirked! “May I ask how old you are, Andre?”

“36! You?”

“45! But I look much younger I’m told.”

“I would have pegged you as 30.”

“That’s very sweet. I wish! Anyway!” She pivoted in step to express the rest of what could be seen of the apartment. “Fully equipped kitchen with plenty of counter space. 65’-inch TV on the wall with plenty of channels. That’s one perk I adore; I don’t have to resort to buying into cable or paying for any of the bundles like Disney or Max. Stacy has all of her tenants hooked up with literally every service.” Watchtower proud!

“That’s good! What’s behind that door?”

“Bath! You will not believe how spacious they are.” She led him to the door and opened it. Peeking around the frame he puckered his lower lip. “Shower built for three. Hefty tub with jets. Closest thing to a hot tub, I guess. A bidet even! Nice! Nothing like a clean ass.”

“All of the rooms are like this. The master bedroom connects through that door over there.” She again took the lead when she dropped a towel she had brought in earlier. Bending over without thinking her French maid skirt rose up with pride and showed off her black lace underwear. Seeing through them Andre spotted a very tight vagina. Bright red in the face she stood up and apologized with her eyes.

“Hey! Don’t go getting modest on me. You’re a beautiful woman, Hazel. I will never push you but all I have to say is loosen up.”

“I will over time. I suppose I should add that you boys, men, are intimidating.”

“We are! But all of us are honorable. If we do anything you feel is out of line just warn us.”

“Like parading nude in front of a woman who hasn’t had the company of a man for years.”

“I’m sure you’ve seen your fair share working for Raynes.”

“Actually, not as much as you might suspect. Most days I’m only allowed in when the parties are over. Today was unexpected.”

“Did we offend you?”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” She sheepishly laid her chin on her shoulder. “When I mentioned going to Stacy’s club earlier, I’ve honestly only been there once. Up until recently she seemed to only employ primarily female dancers, so I don’t really take a shine. Strictly dickly they say. Few and far between I might add.”

“Homebody!”

“You could say that. Eight-to-ten-hour days cleaning apartments. Stacy’s penthouse is a three-day job all by itself. Lola’s apartment has its features.”

“Features?”

“I shouldn’t talk about certain things.”

“Feel free!” A tiny speaker chimed in over the door to the restroom. “My apologies Andre. These speakers are simply to communicate. I wanted to warn you the other Loggers are on their way down.”

“Thanks, Stacy! I’ll greet them at the elevator and let Andre here explore his bedroom on his own.” Patting Andre on the bicep she flared her eyes. Placing the towel on the sink she scurried away. Once she was out of the apartment Andre leaned on the counter.

“Question while I have you on the phone.” So, to speak! “Am I allowed to hire Hazel to do my laundry and keep me company on occasion?”

“Be gentle is all I ask. Hazel is a soft soul as you can probably tell. Sure! She can use money like anyone else even if I do pay her $40,000 a year with a free apartment and utilities. Company meaning, what?”

“Contrary to our occupation I for one like a bit of downtime. I watch movies like anyone else. It would be nice to have a popcorn buddy.”

“I never took you to be a movie watcher. Sports, maybe!”

“Oh, I’ll be hitting up that ESPN package.” He chuckled! “But hey, I like shows like Hell’s Kitchen and Homestead Rescue. Yes, I’ve seen the Notebook.”

“Awww! Wuss!” Stacy laughed! “You’re attracted to Hazel, aren’t you?”

“She’s far from ugly. Maybe I just want something to get my mind off of all the chaos working for you at MaleStrom.”

“Permission granted! Treat her with respect. Unlike quite a few of my employees, I don’t abuse her body.”

“Yet she wears a French maid uniform.”

“That’s my only request. It’s to keep her confidence up.”

“I could use a massage. Any chance of sending someone to tenderize me?”

“Hazel used to be a massage therapist in her 20’s. She might still have a grip.”

“No shit!”

“You step out on the balcony yet?”

“Yeah!”

“Notice a small extended closet out there for storage?”

“Guess I overlooked that.”

“There’s a massage table folded up inside it that you can set up on the balcony. Lawn chairs too! Word of advice, put those away the wind can carry them off.”

“Will do! Following me to my bedroom? I presume you can see me too.”

“Cameras, yes! If I’m paying you this well, I get the say on small things like cameras to check in on you boys.”

“I’m fine with it. I’ve already figured out I’m on candid camera. Do you watch Hazel too?”

“I watch everyone.”

“Our watchers watch everyone. How does Hazel feel about no privacy?”

“She doesn’t know. I’ll ask you to keep that knowledge to yourself.”

“Bet they love seeing her change her tampons.”

“They like watching me on my periods too. I might own the Bellamy, but my daddy has the say so on cameras and all. In our line of work, it’s better to keep tabs on trust.”

“Even if they can’t trust you.”

“I pay them to overlook that part. I’ve procrastinated enough, I need a shower after Brig and Jacob, well, you too. Stefan is up here shampooing the worst areas so I’m going to avoid the racket. Doors open if you boys need to come up and grab your personal things. Oh! I had Pachyderm call Jeannie Doyle over at Designer Jean’s. She and her best girls are going to drop over and divide and conquer so if you have any design changes to your crib in mind let her know. They should be here by 2:30 or so.”

“Sounds like a plan.” He rubbed his chin before continuing. “One last question! You spy on all your tenants. I bet that Iroquois is fun to watch.”

“She would tear you up, Bass. It’s better we don’t go there. But yeah, she’s one crazy bitch.”

“So, don’t let her know you watch her too?”

“Oh, she knows! She puts on some of the best shows out there just for me. I’m just warning you she’s her own beast. Unless you want to lose that foot long of yours I’d steer clear of Iris.”

“Her real name is Iris?”

“You did not hear me say that. Keep it Iroquois for your own safety net.”

“Gotcha! Go shower, I’m checking out my bedroom.”

“Cover your eyes before you open that door. Later, Bass!”

Conversation over Andre turned to the sink and opted to splash some water on his face then used the towel Hazel had left behind. He needed a refresher to wake up better, the drug F3R4L leaving his system for good he was getting sleepy again. Any bed sounded good right now.

Opening that door Andre shielded his eyes. “Christ! She wasn’t kidding. What the fuck?” Adjusting to the glare of the room he realized the entire exterior wall was pure glass with no curtains. “Yeah, no! No privacy ... of course, only that bank can see in.” He noticed activity in the office building across the way. “Well, what have we here?” Six women stood in an office window looking directly at him. Six incredibly beautiful women. Six women with binoculars. One of them obviously a little person but still cute as a button.

“I didn’t see these gals when I was out on the balcony. Then again, I wasn’t looking. Interesting!” He waved at them just to see if they would react. “Might be too much glare on my windows. I bet at night they could see everything though. My luck I’ll have male janitors watching me then.” They actually waved back at him. “I wonder!” Looking up at a camera he chuckled! “Are you listening in Pachyderm?”

“Need anything, Mister Bass?”

“So, you are allowed to talk to us.”

“Not technically! Seeing as you’re just settling in Mister Raynes gave me permission to offer assist.”

“So, Daddy Raynes, not Stacy herself.”

“She will know. Her father just likes to create friction. What can I do for you?”

“Can you see the ladies watching me from the bank?”

“I can, yes!”

“How did they know I was in here?”

“I’m pretty sure they spotted you on the balcony. And that floor of the Conquest Building is not the bank. That belongs to Designer Jean’s. The Conquest has multiple business offices up there. See the blonde in the blue dress?”

“Yeah! Is that Jeannie?”

“It is! The ebony to her right is Keisha Campbell. The brunette with short hair is Eliza Blair. Next to her with the big hooters is Carla Quinn. The other two are their secretaries. I called them earlier so I’m thinking they wanted to get a sneak peek.”

“With binoculars.” Andre laughed! “A shame I can’t see them as easily.”

“I can fix that.” Pachyderm snickered! “Fair warning! These windows are not your common panes. They have a blackout feature if you give it a voice command. With this many windows to cover, curtains, and blinds are too awkward. Besides with the blackout feature there’s also a magnification mode. One that has an amazing focus.”

“Why in the hell would Stacy have these put in?”

“Her father! Like I said he can be a handful.”

“Magnify me!” Andre had to see for himself. With a light hum the windows warped reality until he could see the ladies as if they were right there with him. “Am I bigger to them on the outside?”

“No, but not impossible! It only works for those who live in the apartment on their command. To be honest it’s a feature used to spy on others, such as the ladies there. I can manipulate the glass to project you like a drive-in movie screen. No one has ever asked to do that. But again, nobody is supposed to know.”

“All the windows built like this?”

“Not all! This side of the building has them.”

“Well, let’s make their day. Just show me them for now. I’ll ask about shows another time. Maybe send a request to that Barker for me. We can call it a perk.” Andre whipped his black wifebeater tank top off to reveal his chiseled upper body. Unzipping his jeans he firstly kicked off his tennis shoes then dropped his drawers. Briefs immediately after, he stood there naked and stroked his dick.

“Noted! I’ll let you hear them, but they aren’t allowed to hear you. They aren’t aware of our special protocols nor of their quarters being bugged. Fair enough?”

“Go for it.” A second later he heard six women giggling in awe of seeing the Logger naked.

“Why didn’t we go see them at, MaleStrom?” Keisha panted! “That man is a god!”

“He sure likes putting on a show.” Carla holding her chest opted to lift her blouse up and show Andre her massive 44D’s. Gravity defying due to implants she loved shaking the ladies. “Get a load of these, Big Boy. You can titty fuck me anytime.”

“Put your shirt down.” Boss bitch Jeannie Doyle swatted her best friend. “We’ll meet him soon enough. Let’s not put on a bad impression.”

“As if all of us standing here with binoculars doesn’t.”

“Shit! You’re right! Let’s cool our coochies and get back to work. When we go over to the Bellamy let’s do our best to behave. We do have a job to do.”

“I can’t stop looking at that gorgeous penis.” Secretary Trudy Foster pouted! “I want that.”

“Back to work! All of us.”

“Can we go with you and take notes over designs.” The second Secretary redheaded Naomi Lord whined!

“Not today! Stacy requires us to be professional. Binoculars down! Go to your desks.” Grumbling heard, all but Carla and Jean remained! “Hey! Stop licking your nipple and pull your blouse down.”

“Hey! I’m a partner in this establishment. I get a say! Besides, he’s beating off. I want to see him nut on his window.” Directly on her breasts now that the zoom feature had her titties directly in front of him. Andre was having a blast until he heard a gasp behind him.

“I did not know those windows could do that.” Hazel flared her eyes. In his private domain Pachyderm gnashed his teeth. He was careless not noting Hazel coming back. The windows quickly ceased function and went back to appearing normal. “I sure hope my windows don’t do that. How did you know? Wait! Did I hear a woman’s voice?” Pachyderm severed the speakers to prevent further chaos.

“I just learned about it. Evidently, Stacy likes surprises.” He turned to face her still stroking his beastly 12-inch erection.

“Are you going to ... do that every time I venture into your apartment?”

“Beat off? No! The ladies across the street were using binoculars. I just gave them something to see.” He decided to put his jeans back on but leave his underwear off. “I’m sorry if I disrespected you, Hazel.”

“I’ll live. Your friends selected their apartments, so I decided to give them time to themselves. Mister Long I think it was, needed a shower.”

“So, you vacated before he dropped his own trousers.”

“Sweats, but yes!”

“Stacy mentioned you used to be a masseuse.”

“Oh, she did!” Back to blushing! “Yes! It helped put me through college. Well, for as long as I attended. I ended up dropping out. I do take online courses to become an x-ray technician. I have a few semesters to go.”

“Good for you.”

“Why do you ask about my younger career?”

“Obvious! I asked Stacy about getting a masseuse, she suggested I offer you the money if interested. Unless I intimidate you too much.”

“I can do that for you. All of you I suppose. As long as I get paid.”

“Still looking for those big tips?” He chuckled! “Those bastards might want a happy ending.”

“I don’t know about that. I’m certain they would want a much younger girl.”

“Never know! Brigham does like younger girls though. Otis doesn’t let age get in his way. Danny ... well, between you and I, he might prefer a more manly set of hands. He’s bi! Our secret!”

“Of course! Maybe Stefan can help him out.” She giggled then put up a hand as if apologetic. “I have no idea if he’s bi, I do see him look my way quite a lot so perhaps not. He is so not my type.”

“What is your type, Hazel?”

“Honestly, I don’t really know. I haven’t dated much in my lifetime. I suppose back when I was a masseuse, I often had the college professors look me up. And no, I never had sex with any of them, but they did make for interesting fantasies. My last relationship is all I have to go on. He was kind and gentle. Sex was as good as I knew. Like I said my partners were nothing special.”

“So, you don’t know what might blow your mind then.”

“Should we really be discussing sex lives. I ... forgive me if I’m a bit shy.”

“Be yourself Hazel. I certainly won’t pressure you into anything you can’t handle. I’ll be just as happy with a solid massage. No happy ending required.”

“Thank you, Andre. Maybe after the designers come and go, I can be of service with my hands at least. Unless of course, those ladies volunteer their own.” She did point at the windows after seeing them magnified. “I didn’t mean to intrude on your private show.”

“What can I say, performing is in my blood. They had binoculars spying on me so I figured I might as well make it worth their efforts. That was before I knew they were the design team. Meeting them in person after that might be tricky.”

“I’m sure Ms. Doyle will be professional.”

“Using binoculars is professional?” He chuckled! “If you’re a bird watcher. Maybe they were checking out my perch to see if it could handle a condor.”

“Cute! Without sounding too perverted, you do have a very nice penis. Quite veiny!”

“What time is it now? I left my watch and cellphone up in my room.”

“12:46!”

“Stacy said that Jeannie would be here at 2:30. Gives me and hour, forty-five. What say we break out that massage table on the balcony right now. Unless you need to tend to our rooms.”

“I can do the rooms up after the ladies leave. If you would like a massage, I could give you one now. On the balcony or indoors?”

“Right in front of these windows.” He nodded at the glass wall.

“What about the birdwatchers?”

“Too much for you?”

“No! If you will go break out that table and set it up, I’ll go to the supply room and bring back some oils. Stacy buys in bulk.” He had heard that! “Any particular scent?”

“Hazelnut!” He winked at her. “Hurry back, Minute Maid. I’ll pay you $500 for an hour rub down.”

“I’m seeing dollar signs. Be right back!” Giddy she shuffled away leaving Andre to take another look out that window. The busty brunette Carla having circled back was still snooping. Fully dressed but binoculars in use she saw him blowing her a kiss. Lowering her eyeball assist she blew one back then used her index finger to point at her chest as if volunteering a loading zone.

“I can definitely titty fuck you; you gifted slut.”

Casting a thumbs up at Carla he left the bedroom and went to the living room balcony. Opening the French door, he stepped out and looked toward the bank for Carla. To his surprise he spotted other women on different floors with similar intrigue. “Damn! I think I’ve become an IMAX theater.”

Counting without pointing he noted four other women drooling over him. “I wonder what businesses are on the other floors.” Without acknowledging them he opened the storage closet and located the massage table. Carrying it indoors to his master bedroom he set it up right in front of those windows.

“Still around Pachyderm?”

“Yepper! I will only talk to you when Hazel is away. Unless I get authorization, I can’t let her in on more. She has heard Stacy, and I talk so she won’t get that freaked out but seeing the magnification did seem to stun her.”

“Seemed to me like she coped just fine. I’m feeling frisky here, so I want those women to see me magnified. Get the clearance for me but let’s not warn Hazel. No magnifying the bank this time. Just me and Hazel.”

“Hold on, Mister Bass. I just received a message from Barker Raynes.” A moment of silence ended when the voice of Barker Raynes replaced Pachyderm.

“I hear you want to put on a show.”

“Just a massage. I don’t want the maid to think she can’t trust me.” He looked out the bedroom door to be certain Hazel was still gone. “I’m paying her to give me a massage here after she comes back. I’ll take the blame for your man Pachyderm; I asked him to show me the ladies over at the bank.”

“He’s filled me in. You have my consent to do whatever you want Bass. Just keep my daughter rolling in dough.”

“Putting on a show here will bring the ladies to the club.”

“That is a fact. I’m checking out your window watchers now.” Andre erected the table while chatting. “Jeannie Doyle and her group are back. The law firm the next floor up has four ladies gawking.”

“Does Stacy employ window washers?” He had to laugh. “Might be fun if she had a few lusty ladies with squeegees cleaning our exterior.”

“I like how you think, Bass. I’ll see to it there’s a new cleaning crew just for you boys.”

“I was joking but I’m up for it.” Movies of everyday life in Nashville was one of Watchtower’s biggest funding programs. Barker knew a meal ticket pitch when he heard one.

“Done!”

“I’m back!” Hazel popped her head in as the speaker went silent. “Did I hear, Mister Raynes?”

“You did! Good morning, Ms. Montgomery, you look ravishing today.”

“Aww! Thank you, Sir. I can come back if you two need more time to talk.”

“Nonsense! I hear you are giving him a massage.” Pachyderm info via text! “You might need to change out of that Frenchie or risk ruining it with any oil stains.”

“I hadn’t even thought of that.” Hazel looked down at herself. “If I go to my apartment I’ll cut into Andre’s schedule with Designer Jean’s.”

“You could always go down to your underwear. It is just you and I here. Turn off the cameras, Mister Raynes.” Winking at the camera without Hazel seeing Barker understood. As if he would be honest about that.

“Off! Enjoy your massage. Let me know how good her hands are I’ll be in town next weekend, maybe I’ll hire her talents.”

“Oh, my!” Hazel blushed while pondering going down to her lace undies. “I feel like I’m moving up in the world.”

“There is always room at the top, Ms. Montgomery. My daughter raves about you, so, there is your humble beginnings. Have a good day.” Barker ended his call.

“I hope my suggestion wasn’t too much.”

“I’m a grown woman. I trust you, Mister Bass. Besides, I have Stacy on my side.” She razzed him! “Let me go warm the oils, you get undressed and crawl up on that table.”

“You get undressed!”

He chuckled unzipping his jeans again and dropped them. Before he bothered to utilize the table, he stood in front of the glass and stroked his foot long beast. Looking out over the block he spotted the change in numbers of voyeurs. The six from Designer Jean’s, four from that law firm, three more the next story up. What caught him off guard was at that law firm. The next office over had a white-haired older man with a bombshell blonde. Both were naked and he was hammering her up against his own windows.

“Nice! That bitch is smoking hot.”

“Psst!” Pachyderm whispered! “She’s a stripper over at Cashanova. Her name is Svetlana Goboldsky. Her lover there is an attorney named Winslow Hardecker. While I shouldn’t promote the competition, I’ve viewed Svetlana on camera her shows are insane.”

“I might have to drop by that place this weekend and see her for myself.”

“That will have to wait. Hardecker is taking her to Memphis with him for a business meeting.”

“Shame! Soon enough!”

“Who are you talking to now?”

“Myself!” Andre took the brunt. Swiveling to face Hazel his eyes popped wide. There she stood in her black lace undies. “You really did go down to your underwear.”

“You didn’t think I would?”

“Honestly, no! You’re braver than I pictured. May I be the first to say you look amazing.”

“These stay on.” She wagged a finger at him. “I’m not that confident yet.”

“No problem!” He ventured to climb up onto the massage table and stretched out on his belly. Carrying the tray of oils in, Hazel sat them down on a bedside stand. “We have voyeurs. Are you going to be alright. All women I think.”

“I’ll never know unless I try.” A glance out the windows toward the bank building Hazel flared her eyes. “Goodness! When you said voyeurs I ... they keep on coming.” Spotting Svetlana and Winslow she dropped her jaw. “Someone is having sex in their office.”

Oddly enough, Svetty saw Hazel as well and fluttered her fingers at her. In a surprise move Hazel waved back. Suddenly, all of the female watchers waved as if it were meant for them, some even offering a thumbs up. It made her heart skip a beat; they were all quite supportive of her. “Miss Doyle even. This could become awkward should I be here when the designing group over there arrive.”

“Losing your nerve, Hazel?” Andre smirked, watching her greet the world with a timid smile.

“Not at all. The girl having sex against the window waved, I waved back. I think all of your watchers thought it was meant for them.”

“All of OUR watchers Hazel! Don’t think for a second, they’re not envious of you. I guarantee every single woman over there would jump at the chance to do what you’re about to.”

“I’m certain! But all I’m doing is giving you a massage. They would go wild on you.”

“Make that they would rather hope I went wild on them. Time is ticking.”

“You’re right! I apologize for making you wait. The oils might need to cool a bit though. That’s my excuse and I live by it.” She giggled! “Okay! Maybe, I’m a bit nervous. I shouldn’t be, as a masseuse in college I handled quite a few ornery men. Almost all of them wanted release.”

“Did you offer them hand jobs?”

“Only two. Professors with money. Well, and the Dean. I quit school three months later and moved to Nashville.” She took a deep breath and shuffled around Andre and brought back a spray bottle of oil. Coating his spine down to his chiseled buttocks she sat the bottle on the floor and went to work with her palms first. She marveled at every upraised muscle, nibbling her lower lip over her luck. “You are so ripped.”