Nechole was excited but a bit intimidated at the prospect of working for the Wilsons. Everyone had heard about the infamous Wilsons. They were an old-fashioned couple, wealthy with "old money" and a bit extravagant. Their wealth often led them to believe that they were above the law. They were very demanding and expected perfection in every aspect of their lives. The people with whom they worked would testify to this. Mrs. Heather Wilson had conducted the interviews for a new maid but it was Mr. Donald Wilson III who would orchestrate things from behind the scenes. He pulled the strings; dealing with any issues and he paid the bills. Therefore he felt entitled to decide what was and was not acceptable. Mr. Wilson also had what was commonly called a "wandering eye." He enjoyed the ladies, especially the young ones with whom he could have his way. Rumors abounded about his affairs. While he let his wife hire the new maid, he didn't hesitate to nix hiring a few applicants whom he deemed as not sexy enough. Not that he would tell Betty openly but Mrs. Wilson more than suspected what he had going on and seemed to accept it.
Nechole loved the idea of working in the huge mansion. When she walked up to the imposing gate that surrounded the property she was in awe. She pushed the call button at the gate and waited for a response.
A woman's voice spoke through the speaker, "Hello, who's there?"
"My name is Nechole. We spoke on the phone. I'm here to interview for the maid position."
The buzzer startled her when the latch was released on the gate and it swung open by itself. She walked through the opening gazing in awe at the beautiful setting. The entire estate was manicured with not a single weed visible. The entrance to the mansion was impressive as would be expected for a house like this. She pressed the doorbell. It took a while for Mrs. Wilson to open the door.
"Sorry," she apologized. "We really do need a maid here as soon as possible. You caught me at the other end of the house."
Nechole was surprised at how young and pretty Mrs. Wilson was. She looked nothing like the image that she imagined from their reputation. This woman appeared to be in her early thirties and in very good shape.
The interview consisted of all the usual questions and went well as far as Nechole could tell.
"We'll get back to you probably this afternoon," Mrs. Wilson said with a forced smile. "Can you find your way out dear?"
"Of course Ma'am," she replied, not entirely sure that she remembered the exact turns they had taken to get to the back of the house. Nechole headed for the front door, turning where she thought they had before but she was soon hopelessly lost in the house. She found herself in an unfamiliar darkened room as she went down what appeared to be a major hallway.
"It must be a study or library," she thought to herself.
She turned to see where else she should have gone when she noticed Mr. Wilson staring at her from beside a bookshelf. Seeing him staring really took her back. Not only was he as young as his wife but he was absolutely handsome and sexy, she thought.
"Can I help you?" He asked.
"Um, I think I took a wrong turn somewhere," she replied meekly.
"Are you here for the maid position?"
"Yes, sir."
"I'd like to ask a few questions too," he said as he put his book back in the case. "Come over here by the window," he commanded.
She timidly followed his order and walked in front of the window where the sun was shining into the otherwise dimly lit room.
"Spin all the way around for me so I can get a good look at you.
She complied.
"Hmmm, very nice," he commented as he placed his hand directly on her bottom as she twirled in front of him. "Open up your blouse a bit more please."
She knew that this was way out of line for an interview but she really wanted the job so she unbuttoned her blouse down to the bottom and pulled it open for his pleasure.
"Ah, yes he said as he placed his hands around her glorious breasts where he lingered, running his hands all over her supple bosom.
She sighed at his touch as he was gentle and knew just how to touch her to elicit pleasure. She took a deep breath to calm herself.
"I'll speak with Mrs. Wilson. Wait here. Did you discuss the salary?"
"Yes, sir."
"Great, I am very generous with raises when I get good help so consider that just for starters if you do well. Well then, I think you're hired. Oh, one more thing; Will you be available to live with us?"
"Yes sir," she replied immediately.
"Excellent! Then we'll be seeing a lot of one another around here."
He considered himself good at reading people and took her reactions to mean that she was okay with being his new pet. He liked what he saw and was eager for her to move in.
"When can you start?"
"Pretty much any time," she replied having been out of her last job for a few weeks. "I don't have a lease and I don't need to be anywhere right now. I also don't have many things to move. I think I can fit everything I own into my car in one trip."
"If you need help moving I can get Charles to help you. We'll prepare your room and you can move in tomorrow."
He handed her a business card for his assistant, Betty.
"Let's try to get you together with Betty my business assistant today to get everything arranged. She has an office at the top of these stairs, he pointed. I'll take you there and introduce you. Follow me. While you're meeting with Betty I'll speak with Heather, my wife to make it official. "
He led her up the stairs and into a nice office just off the top.
"Betty, I'd like to introduce Nechole, our new maid. Would you please take care of the paperwork and get her the things she'll need? She'll also be moving in tomorrow so if you would please coordinate that I'd appreciate it. We're going to put her in the servant's quarters."
Betty arose from her seated position behind a desk and first tuned to Mr. Wilson and then Nechole, extended her hand to welcome her.
"I'll take care of everything, Sir," Betty replied. It's my pleasure to meet you Nechole."
"Likewise, Ma'am, "
"I'll leave you two alone while I go find Heather. Welcome aboard, Nechole."
Betty seemed very cordial as she gathered the forms to be filled out. She took a tape measure out of her desk and approached Nechole.
"The uniforms are custom tailored so I'll need your measurements," she said.
She expertly measured Nechole, writing them down on a pad of paper.
"There is special underwear required for your maid uniform as well. Please write your bra and panty sizes on this form so we can get everything you'll need to be looking sharp."
Nechole was excited be not only be working here but to also be living at the mansion. Would she be able to have friends over? She wondered how far his personal interest would go once she was living here. She rather liked the idea of being treated so well by everyone already.
The next morning she arrived in her car with all of her possessions. A gardener directed her around to a driveway into the gated estate. Her room turned out to be a nice little apartment with everything she needed in one separate building behind the mansion. The furnishings were old but quite lavish. The huge 4-post bed was the focal point of the bedroom. She sat on the bed to feel how the mattress felt. It was firm, just the way she preferred. The kitchen and bath were modest but very nicely decorated. The building had windows that overlooked the scenic river valley below as well as the beautiful grounds. Charles helped her to get set up, which barely took an hour. He seemed to enjoy flirting with her and she did not object. In that time she got to know Charles. They seemed to hit it off. He was a very nice guy and they had a lot in common. He too came from humble beginnings, had big ambitions for a better life and was about her age. He lingered for another hour just chatting with her.
"I'm here whenever you need a friend," he promised as he headed out the door.
"Thank you for all your help," she called out to him as he left abruptly because he was being paged.
There was a fancy maid's uniform for Nechole hanging in the clothes closet. She undressed from her street clothes to try it on. The underwear was not the regular every day sort of stuff. This looked like special things from Victoria's Secret. A very beautiful black bra with a two-tone thong. The fit of everything was perfectly tailored to her figure she noticed. Walking over to the mirror she modeled the uniform out. From several angles. It reminded her of the naughty French maid outfits that people wore for sexual fantasies or Halloween parties. It was low cut in front and had a very short skirt. She bent over and peered into the mirror.
"That dirty man," she thought to herself.
Just then there was a quick knock on the outside door followed by Mr. Wilson entering her living quarters. He closed the door and leaned against one of the bed posts, looking at her every move with his coy smile.
"That outfit suits you well, Nechole. I had to check you out and make sure that everything is to your liking here."
"Thank you, sir. Everything is great," she humbly replied, noticing that he hadn't taken his eyes from her since he had arrived.
"Would you please help me with one thing?" he asked. "Would you please remove the tie-backs from the bedroom window curtains?"
The request seemed strange but she thought maybe he wanted the curtains closed for some reason. She went to work, untying the thick rope tie-backs and collecting all four. She placed them on the bench at the foot of the bed. He walked over and picked one up.
