Maid For You

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Olivia Winslow was many things, including beautiful, always a head-turner.* She had breasts that never needed a bra, full lips, a rounded behind, auburn hair, and sparkling blue eyes. She was a faithful friend, a brave soul, a beacon of light. One thing she was not: employed.Although Help Wanted signs were everywhere, she never got a single call for an interview. She was reduced to scouring the bottom of the employment barrel-online ads. One ad, in particular, buried in the mass of jobs she was unqualified to do, looked intriguing.*The ad read:House cleaner needed, $1000 for 5-hours. Must be an attractive woman comfortable with her body, willing to serve and clean for a private all-male party.* Uniform and supplies provided.The implications were both insidious and maybe even slightly lecherous. It sounded simple and innocent enough, but Olivia wondered if there was more involved than serving snacks and cleaning up after a group of men. Nonetheless, the money was enticing and too good to pass up. She answered the ad, being required to send a picture of herself, and arrangements were made.The next night she drove to the provided address, in the older, more affluent section of town. The autumn air was chilly as she exited the car. She noted the well-maintained lawn, the high windows, the vines snaking up the sprawling house.Half expecting a wretched old pervert man, or a vampire to greet her, Olivia was pleasantly isvecbahis (https://isvecbahis.biz/) surprised when a man only slightly older than herself opened the door.Tall and muscular, he wore dark jeans and a button-up shirt. His hair was shorter on the sides and longer in the front, lending him an air of cosmopolitan charm.?Hi, I?m Wesley, you must be Olivia. Come in,? he said with a smile that made his eyes sparkle, whether with lust or kindness she was uncertain.Some muted voices from within the mansion could be heard.*Wesley's brazen appraisal of her figure caused her to once more wonder if all that was expected of her was to serve food and drinks and clean up after slovenly men.Almost as if he could read her thoughts, Wesley handed her a brown paper bag. "Here?s your uniform. You can change in the bathroom over there." He pointed at a door down the massive hall. "And when you?re dressed you can start in the kitchen down the hall. Money?s in the bag.?Despite being hired to clean, the hall and the designated bathroom looked immaculate and pristine, far from needing any cleaning.I guess that's rich people for you, Olivia thought to herself as she opened the bag, putting the money in her purse.She then turned her attention to the uniform, what little of it there was.*Calling it a dress would have been a huge stretch of the imagination. Calling it lingerie would be more accurate.Barely looking like a porn version of a maid's isveçbahis giriş (https://isvecbahis.biz/) uniform, the black, sheer fabric was made to show off her body. The white lace front piece, a slutty mockery of a maid's apron. The neckline was designed to let the swell of her breasts be plainly seen.*No matter how she stood, the lacy hem still revealed the bottom of her ass cheeks. Bending over to clean would be impossible without displaying everything. Thigh-high socks completed the look.Olivia's first thought was to shove the money and skimpy outfit back into the bag.* However, the lure of a thousand dollars was too tempting.* And something about that man-made her want to please him. Deciding that she needed the money more than modesty, she put it on.* Even to her not-so-innocent eyes, Olivia had to admit that she looked incredibly sexy in a totally slutty way.She finally mustered the courage to exit. Wesley eyed her up with lust, letting out a low whistle, visibly excited at the sight of her.?Just do as you?re told and don?t talk back and we won?t have any problems. Is that understood?? She nodded.?We?re all hanging out in the living room. If you wouldn?t mind bringing us some more white claws that?d be great.?As she walked past she heard a snippet of the conversation.?I just can?t do it, you know the whole straight white male thing? Like if I?m so privileged then why am I working a job like everyone else??She grabbed isveçbahis yeni giriş (https://isvecbahis.biz/) some white claws from the large stainless steel fridge. It was otherwise sparse. They must not live here. But Olivia wasn?t there to play detective. She looked over the expanse of marble countertop where, lo and behold, there was a bucket with cleaning supplies.She headed back to the living room. The conversation had shifted to electric vehicles.?Since getting my Tesla I can?t say I miss going to the gas station.? This was followed by murmurs of affirmation. Rich assholes, all of them.She turned to leave and one of the men (Chris?) tapped her on the ass, saying, ?You missed a spot.? He had dropped his empty white claw and nodded his head in the direction of the can. In order to pick it up, she would have to bend over in front of him. And so she bent and huffed back to the kitchen.Now, this wasn?t the first time Olivia had experienced this kind of behavior from men.New plan: avoid the living room at all costs. The upstairs was safer. She grabbed the bucket and headed to the upstairs bathroom, also practically spotless. She started on the sink but before she could even finish she heard him.?Hey Olivia, we could really use your help in the living room,? Wesley called from the base of the stairs. Her heart started thumping a bit faster. But, she did as she was told and came down the staircase and into the room. She was greeted with sinister smiles.?I forgot to introduce my friends. So rude of me. These are my buds Gunner, Brock, Chris. Over there we got Matt, Carter, Alex, and Mike.? Something told her that being polite was the least of his concerns.