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This is a work of pure fantasy; nothing is real, and all characters are adults. Comments are enabled, and all constructive comments are welcomed; even if you think my story sucks, tell me how it sucks so I can improve the story and as an author. I wrote this before: 'he who shall not be named' won the election. I never expected the outcome, but I will not bore you with my view on politics.
Cruise Ship of Broken Dreams
Chapter 11
After the incident with the Harris couple, the police really grilled Arthur and Laura. Morris's fingerprints were found all over their house, and he turned up dead later that day. Not to mention apparent murders at the Harris place involving several victims by blood found at the scene. Other than Morris's body, no other bodies were recovered, and the police were baffled. The couple had enough sense to keep their mouths shut after they found out what happened to Morris, they didn't want to be next. Eventually the police dropped the matter, but they warned them they would be keeping an eye on the couple.
The Pool Party
A swinger friend invited Arthur and Laura to a swinger pool party; it was in a house way out in the countryside, about an hour outside Miami. The house was secluded on a several-acre property, far from the road or neighbors. When they arrived, they pulled up to the house and knocked on the door. They could hear music from the party coming from behind the house. Laura already had a very revealing bikini on, and Arthur swims trunks and a top.
A topless woman answered the door; they introduced themselves and were invited in. As soon as they entered the house, they were given a quick tour of where the bathroom was, what bedrooms were available for use, which were off limits, and the living room and kitchen. They quickly saw they were overdressed for the occasion. Except for the door greeter, every woman was utterly nude, most of the men too. There was fucking and sucking going on all around them. They quickly got into the spirit of things and joined the fun. As attractive as Laura was, she was an easy nine, and the second-best looking woman there was a seven, and most others four or five's at best; she had all the attention she could handle. Her piercings and tramp stamp only enhanced her advertising as a slut. At one point, all three of Laura's holes were occupied at the same time, with the next shift waiting their turn to tag in as soon as they came in or on her. She was having the time of her life. She lost count of the orgasms she experienced. She swallowed quite a bit of cum, too.
Arthur wasn't left out of the fun either; with his above-average cock size, he had the pick of the ladies, too. He had several threesomes before both he and Laura disappointed their fans to take a much-needed break. Cum was still sliding down Laura's body, and more glistened on her breasts as the sun was setting in the background. Another couple struck up a conversation with them. They chit-chatted about other events they attended, favorite sexual positions, and other enlightening topics. They avoided talk about religion and politics; the current race for the next President was a sore subject to some; some loved Tulip, others hated him, and there were a few who were undecided.
Somewhere during the conversation, the subject of what they did for a living. Arthur said he was in sales. Laura was a stay-at-home housewife, but it was the other woman's job that got both of their interest. She said she was a specialty housekeeper. When asked what she meant by that, she cleaned houses in the nude, a nude housekeeper. Discussing it later, they both thought the same thing at the same time, they would love it if Camila would do housekeeping in the nude. They got the other woman's business card before they left the party, and they learned two things that day. First, they loved being nude; they planned on getting nude at home much more often, if not all the time, and second, a nude housekeeper was a must, if not Camila, someone else then.
The uniform
Returning home, they discussed the idea of asking Camila to clean in the nude. Laura said she was sure she would reject the idea, and Arthur agreed. If we could ease her into it, he was sure there was a better chance she would agree, he then explained to Laura his plan.
Next Tuesday, when Camila arrived at the Campbell's home as usual, when she entered the kitchen, she saw Ms. Campbell there sitting at the kitchen table nude. Surprised, Camila said she was sorry, covered her eyes, and turned to leave.
"Camila, Please stop," Ms. Campbell said. "Please come here."
She did as she was told but still tried to cover her eyes from seeing her.
"Camila, I've been introduced to the naturalist lifestyle and rather enjoy it. I will no longer wear clothing when in my house or out by the pool. This will not be a problem for you, will it?" Ms. Campbell said.
Still covering her eyes, she said, "No, Ms. Campbell."
"I would prefer you now call me Laura; you have been our housekeeper for over two years; you do not have to be so formal with me," Laura said.
"Yes, Ms. Campbell, I mean Laura," she said.
"Good, now remove your hand and look at me," Laura said.
Camila did what she was told, and she saw Laura's nude body; she was pretty, much prettier than her, she thought. She was surprised to see Laura had pierced breasts and a pierced belly button. As she looked at Laura, she stood up and spun around, giving her the full view of her body. She could see Laura had her Clit pierced and had a large tattoo on her back, above her ass.
"See nothing to be ashamed of; I know I'm not," Laura said. "Now, on to other matters. Arthur and I were talking, and we agreed we would like you to wear a uniform while you are here working."
She was used to uniforms; she wore one when she used to work at a hotel, and she didn't see any issue with that. "That would be fine." She said.
"Good, your new uniform is on the table," Laura said.
She now noticed there was a Bikini on the dining room table, a two-piece, a top, and a bottom; it was a conservative one, but a bikini nonetheless; she wore more revealing ones when she went to the beach with her husband. Still, the thought of wearing it made her uncomfortable. Laura's husband would see her in it, and she couldn't go home wearing that.
"I don't know..." she began.
"I understand it's an unusual request, but we are prepared to compensate you. We pay you $200 for the day; we are prepared to increase your pay to five hundred dollars for the day if you wear your uniform. Also you can keep your uniform in the foyer, change into it when you arrive in the morning, and put back on your regular clothing when you leave in the evening. What do you say?" Laura said.
Wow! She thought that extra money would really help; her Husband was having trouble finding work, and she lost several clients recently; they told her they could no longer afford her cleaning services. The economy was getting bad; it was on the news, not that she paid attention to the news much. Still, she hesitated. "Can I think about it?" she asked.
"Of course, dear," Laura said with a smile, "you have until the end of today to make a decision; if you don't want to, I understand, but we will have to let you go, but don't worry, I will not tell our friends why."
She was also hired by two of Laura's friends in the neighborhood on her recommendation. She realized that if Laura told her friends she fired her and didn't tell them why, they would jump to the conclusion that she was fired for stealing, and she would quickly lose those clients, too. She would only have one other client remaining; she and her husband were already pulling money out of their saving every month to pay the bills, and she didn't know how they could survive without the income she earned.
She saw that she had no choice; she gave Laura a big smile. "Of course, I will wear the uniform."
She grabbed it, returned to the foyer, and quickly changed. She worked the rest of the day without incident and was able to change and leave before Arthur arrived home.
As soon as Camila was gone, Laura entered the foyer and replaced the bikini that Camila wore that day with another one. Laura smiled; Arthur's plans were coming along nicely.
The following week, Camila arrived on time, changed into her uniform, and performed her duties as usual; it was several weeks before she noticed that the uniforms were getting smaller. At first, she didn't notice, but now, looking into the mirror after cleaning the bathroom, it was noticeable: they had replaced the bikini she wore that first day with something smaller; it was equal to what she wore to the beach with her husband.
She knew if she complained, they would fire her, and she and her husband were putting the extra money to good use now, they were making ends meet and actually saving again. She didn't think she could face her husband if she got fired, so she decided not to say anything.
Over the next few weeks, her bikini got only smaller and smaller. Now, the top only covered her nipples. It was so small, and the bottoms, only a thin string, covered her ass, and the bottom now, the top of her unshaven pussy was visible. When Laura saw her later that day, she told Camila that she would have to shave her pussy; it was unacceptable for her to have public hair sticking out of her uniform.
She had never shaved down there before, but Laura insisted. She directed her to the bathroom and told her not to come out until she was finished. After she opened the door to the bathroom, Laura was standing outside the door waiting for her; she 'inspected' her to ensure she did an acceptable job. During the inspection process, Laura saw the slightest stubble under her arms; she ordered her to shave under her arms again and watched as she shaved off the offending hairs.
Camila's Husband didn't complain about her shaved pussy; in fact, he loved it. The following week, when she entered the Campbell's Foyer, only a bikini bottom was present; it barely covered her twat, and so snugly the thin material perfectly contoured to skin. If it weren't for the red material, she would not be able to tell she was wearing anything at all. There was a note attached to the bikini bottoms; it said, 'No more tops.'
Fortunately, over the following weeks, her 'Uniform' no longer shrank, not this it would have mattered much. She was, for all intensive and purposes, naked anyway. Once dressed, she entered the kitchen and presented herself to her as the Mistress of the house, as Ms. Campbell preferred to be called now. She stood in front of her Mistress with her arms behind her head, waiting for approval that she did an acceptable job grooming today.
Laura scrutinized Camila; this was the first time she saw her topless, and her perky 32 double-D breasts were at attention. She had flawless skin, and a complexion she was said was closest to mocha in color. She noticed that her nipples were raised. Could it be this her slutty housekeeper was enjoying this attention? She and Arthur decided that they would not push her any further, for now, and let her get used to her new norm before they forced her further. Next would be nudity. Eventually, she would be orally pleasing Laura, and sucking cum off of Arthur's balls after he fucked her would be added to her daily housekeeping duties. But all in good time.
