I'm a Dirty Little Maid: Part One
And as I follow Alex down the hall, I can't help but wonder just how far I'm willing to go to keep this job.
As I stand on the doorstep of Alex’s luxurious abode, I can’t help but feel like a fish out of water.
My heart’s pounding against my ribcage like a jackhammer, and I’m struggling to remember how to breathe.
I take a deep, steadying breath, and press the doorbell.
The sound echoes through the house, and I can hear the click-clack of Alex’s heels approaching the door.
The door swings open, and there she is.
Alex, my potential boss, and the woman who could either make or break my future. She’s tall, imposing, and her green eyes seem to pierce right through me.
She gives me a once-over, and I feel like I’m standing under a microscope.
“You must be Lily,” she says, her voice as smooth as silk but with an underlying edge that makes me stand up a little straighter.
“Y-yes, ma’am,” I stutter, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m here for the maid position.”
She quirks an eyebrow at me, and I can almost hear her thinking, ‘This little thing is going to clean my house?’
But she doesn’t say it out loud.
Instead, she steps aside and gestures for me to enter.
“Come in,” she says. “Let’s have a little chat, shall we?”
I step into the entrance hall, my heels clicking against the marble floor.
The hall is grand, with a sweeping staircase leading to the second floor and a chandelier casting a soft glow over everything.
Alex leads me to a small room off the hall, and I can’t help but feel like I’m being led to the principal’s office. She takes a seat behind a large desk, and I stand in front of her, feeling more like a naughty schoolgirl than a job applicant.
“So, Lily,” she begins, steepling her fingers together. “Tell me about your experience.”
I swallow hard, my mind going blank.
I’ve been a maid for years, but under Alex’s scrutinizing gaze, I feel like I’ve never held a broom in my life.
“I-I’ve been a maid for three years,” I manage to say, my voice sounding small and uncertain. “I’ve worked in several houses, and I’ve always received good reviews.”
Alex raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. “Good reviews, you say? From who? The dogs you’ve been walking?”
I bristle at her words, but I manage to keep my cool. “From my previous employers, ma’am,” I say, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. “They’ve all been very satisfied with my work.”
Alex leans back in her chair, her eyes never leaving mine. “Well, Lily,” she says, drawing out my name like it’s a challenge. “We’ll see about that, won’t we?”
I nod, my heart still pounding in my chest. I can tell this interview is going to be a battle, and I’m ready to fight.
After all, I didn’t come this far just to back down now.
Alex stands up, signaling the end of our little chat. “I’ll show you around the house,” she says, her voice dripping with authority. “And then we’ll see if you’re really as good as you claim to be.”
Alex takes me on a tour of the house, showing me each room with a critical eye.
I can tell she’s sizing me up, trying to decide if I’m worthy of working for her.
We enter the living room, and I can’t help but gasp at the sight. It’s even more luxurious than I imagined, with plush sofas and a roaring fire in the fireplace.
Alex smirks at my reaction, clearly enjoying the power she holds over me.
“So, Lily,” she says, turning to face me. “What do you think of the house?”
“It’s beautiful,” I say, my voice filled with genuine awe. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
Alex’s smirk widens, and she gestures for me to take a seat on one of the sofas. I perch on the edge, feeling like a bird on a wire.
“You can start immediately,” she says, her voice taking on a harder edge. “But there are two conditions.”
I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest.
I have a feeling I’m not going to like these conditions.
“First,” Alex continues, “you’ll wear the maid uniform I have for you. And second, you’ll do whatever I tell you, no questions asked.”
I feel a mix of excitement and fear wash over me.
I knew this job was going to be challenging, but I didn’t realize just how much.
Why does she have her own maid unform for me?
Would the company even going to allow that?
And what does she mean about ‘no questions asked?
I hesitate for a moment, weighing my options.
But then I think about the money, and the opportunity to work for someone as successful as Alex.
Shit.
I didn’t really have a choice.
“Okay”, I eventually whisper.
“Good girl”, Alex says. “Let’s get you changed”.
The uniform Alex handed me is draped over my arm, a skimpy little thing that barely qualifies as clothing.
I eye it warily, knowing that once I put it on, there’s no turning back.
This is weird.
Unprofessional.
But I need this job.
I need the money.
And if that means dressing up like some sort of sex kitten for Alex, then so be it.
I strip down to my underwear, my fingers trembling as I unbutton my blouse. I can feel the blush creeping up my cheeks as I slip the uniform on, the fabric barely covering my ass.
I tug at the hem, trying to cover myself up, but it’s no use.
I’m practically naked.
I catch sight of myself in the mirror, and I barely recognize the person staring back at me. My hair is tousled, my lips are parted, and my eyes are wide.
I look like a completely different person.
And then I see Alex, standing in the doorway, her eyes raking over my body like she owns me.
“Well, well, well,” she drawls, a smirk playing on her lips. “Look at you, all dressed up and ready to clean.”
I feel a shiver run down my spine, a mix of fear and anticipation. I know I should be offended by her words, but there’s something about the way she says them that makes me want to please her even more.
“I-I’m ready to work, ma’am,” I stutter, trying to keep my voice steady.
Alex chuckles, the sound low and dangerous. “Oh, I have no doubt about that, Lily,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “But let’s be clear. You’re not just here to work. You’re here to serve me. To do whatever I tell you, no questions asked.”
“Excuse me?”
“Is there a problem?”
I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. I know I’ve agreed to this, but hearing her say it out loud makes it all the more real.
“No, ma’am,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Alex smirks, clearly pleased with my response. “Good girl,” she says, her voice softening slightly. “Now, let’s get to work, shall we?”
She turns on her heel and strides out of the room, leaving me to follow behind her like a obedient little puppy.
As I trail after her, I can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and dread.
I have a feeling this job is going to be a wild ride, and I’m not sure if I’m ready for it.
But there’s no turning back now.
I’m in this for the long haul, and I’m determined to make the most of it.
Even if that means pushing my own boundaries and doing things I never thought I would.
After all, that’s what being a maid is all about, right?
Serving your employer, no matter what the cost.
And as I follow Alex down the hall, I can’t help but wonder just how far I’m willing to go to keep this job.
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