Authors Note: This is the second erotica that I have ever written and the first I have ever published. Some friends of mine encouraged me to share because they really liked it. I hope you enjoy it as much as they did.
*
She slowly turned the key until she heard a click, and then gently pushed the door open. She lumbered and stumbled a bit, her usual gracefulness impaired by the weighty baskets of cleaning supplies. She let the baskets drop to the floor with a thud, felt the strain diminish, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hello," A voice bellowed from across the room. "Who's there?"
She looked up and was startled to see a man sitting with a book in his lap. No one was supposed to be there. He works this time of day the woman at the agency had told her.
"Hi, I'm Geneva the new maid," she blurted from a distance.
"Hi, I'm Jack your new boss. It's quite awkward to meet someone from across the room. Why don't you come closer so I can have a look at you?" Geneva stared at the floor timidly for a few seconds, looked up, and then complied. A warm friendly smile shot across his face like a beam of sunshine. Jack put his hand out reassuringly.
"Pleased to meet you, Geneva," he said. She took it and gave him a half-sincere smile. "Don't be so nervous, young lady. I do not bite. I promise, really."
"I'm sorry. I am not trying to be rude. I didn't expect anyone to be here so I was a bit caught off guard. "
"Sorry. I decided to take the afternoon off and relax. It's easy when you're the boss. You're much lovelier than some of the other girls she's sent over to me. You're so much sweeter too."
Her cheeks turned bright red. "Thanks."
Why don't I let you get to work so I can work on a few more chapters? Fix me a sandwich. "
"What would you like on your sandwich, sir?"
"Sir?" Well, young lady, it seems you have manners to go along with your sweetness. Fix me a Turkey Reuben. "
"What would you like to drink with that, sir?" He picked up his arm and pointed across the room. "Pick one of the Chardonnays off the rack over there."
Jack, of course, had no intention of reading while she prepared lunch. The gentleman's eyes were diverted slightly upward watching each move the girl made. He carefully surveyed her perfect little heart shaped buttocks and delighted in how it peeked out slightly from under her loose, black cotton skirt every time she bent for something. He wondered if she was wearing any panties, and if so what kind? Perhaps white or maybe black. Black would be nice. Her blue topaz colored eyes flashed every time they hit the light, and her shoulder length, platinum blond hair shone like the finest silk in china. Her perfectly shaped perky b cup breasts rested nicely in the tight white shirt she was wearing, and the shape of her slightly erect nipples barely poked through. He marveled over this fine specimen of a woman following her every action.
Every now and then Geneva would catch his gaze. Something about this man made her nervous and excited at the same time. He was a good-looking man in his mid forties with salt and pepper hair and piercing green eyes. From where she was standing, he could have been about 6 feet or so and his voice was rather easy on the ears.
She brought his lunch over careful not to spill the chardonnay. She had overfilled the glass, and the wine swayed back and forth almost spilling over the rim.
"This is a fine sandwich," he said, chewing each bite carefully and intermittently washing it down with sips of wine. "Why don't you go pick up the kitchen and come back for my plate when I'm done."
After about 20 minutes, she returned to retrieve the plate. She was so nervous she stumbled a bit and dropped the plate to the floor. It went crashing down then broke into large shards. She knelt down to pick it up and was abruptly interrupted and told to stand.
He looked up at her and glared menacingly. "You clumsy bitch! Look what you've done! That plate is part of a 200-year-old set and impossible to replace. Do you know how much that set is worth?" Her face took on a shocked expression, and then she took a step back almost falling backwards in her white kitten heels.
"Answer me when I ask you a question, bitch!"
"No sir, I don't." she responded timidly.
"It's worth more than you make in a month, and I highly doubt you'll be able to replace it monetarily so I think we'll have to make other arrangements. What do you have to offer me? Come closer."
The man inspected each inch of her body carefully with his eyes. The girl just stood there looking dumbfounded. She was both scared yet slightly aroused at the same time. She could feel her panties dampening.
"Take off your shirt." He glared at her with impatient eyes.
"No, I can't"
"You can't or you won't, little girl."
"I won't. This isn't right." She started to make her way towards the door, but before she could take two steps, she felt a strong hand wrap around her arm tightly and tug her back.
"Where do you think you're going, little lady? You owe me something and you're going to pay." He pulled her close to his body and slid his hands down towards her waist. He could feel her tremble. He put one hand on each side of her blouse and forced her shirt off. He then quickly made off with her lacy black bra. He cupped his hands around her chest from behind and squeezed her soft milky white breasts. He then jerked her around and faced her forward.
"Nice beautiful pink nipples on such perfect supple breasts. What else are you hiding under those clothes? I bet you have a nice tight cunt under there. Pull down your skirt!"
"No, please, I'll do anything you want. Just let me put my clothes back on. I promise I won't tell anyone. Just let me go. Please." She held on to the waist of her skirt tightly. Tears streamed down her face. "Please don't do this. Please don't."
He laughed a little and then grabbed a good handful of hair and pulled it hard, bringing her ear close to his mouth. "I said take off your skirt."
She reluctantly slid the skirt down her thighs revealing a pair of black thongs. The girl was now whimpering and shuddering. He brought his hand up to her face and took one of her tears on the tip of his finger. He tasted it. "Your tears are so sweet." He slid his right hand down the front of her panties and positioned his fingers in her slit.
"You're so wet. You can't tell me you don't like this. You'd be lying to me and good girls don't lie right."
"Please stop. Please." She persisted.
"Right!"
