One summer in college, sick of selling frozen yogurt at the mall, I decided to venture out on my own and start a cleaning business. There was a wealthier neighborhood a short bike ride away from campus, and I knew that if I could just get a few well-paying clients, I wouldn't have to work nearly as many hours. Fortunately, within the first couple weeks of posting ads on Facebook and in the local coffee shops, I was starting to get some phone calls with requests for cleaning, and was soon heading out for my first gig.
The only thing I thought was a little odd was that this man who called said he only wanted the master bathroom cleaned... yet he was willing to pay for my full two hour minimum service. I figured that meant either his bathroom was super disgusting or he just hated cleaning his bathroom. I couldn't help but hope it was the latter.
Either way, that hot Sunday morning I put on my jean shorts and a tank top and rode out to the house with a backpack full of cleaning supplies. Besides the fact that I was a dirt-poor college student, and couldn't afford a car, I liked that riding my bike everywhere kept my petite frame in lean shape and I got a free tan while I rode.
The man who answered the door had a well-groomed beard and full head of grey hair, although he looked like he couldn't have been over 50 years old. I was startled to see he was wearing only a bathrobe and slippers, but since it was just after 10 am I figured he was probably a late riser and hadn't had time to get ready. He smiled warmly at me, introduced himself as Cole, and ushered me into the house.
He showed me through his very tidy house to the master bathroom toward the back. I wondered at how someone who clearly managed to keep their entire large house so clean could need just a service for the bathroom. But if that was really all he needed and I got to keep a larger paycheck, who was I to complain?
Fitting for such a nice house, the bathroom was, admittedly, massive. With a huge jacuzzi tub, a spacious walk-in shower, tile floor, and a double sink, not to mention not one, but two small toilet rooms on either end, I could see how a job like this could take close to two hours. The bathroom was not really dirty, however, but I was not about to talk myself out of a gig.
I set my backpack down and began to pull cleaning items out to set on the countertop. As I did, Cole pulled out a stool from under the vanity countertop and sat, one leg crossed over the other, watching me. Was he going to do that the whole time? I really hoped not.
Since it was my first cleaning job and I hadn't been prepared to handle telling a client not to watch me, I simply smiled and moved to spray glass cleaner on the mirrors.
"Elle, could you actually start with the tub?" Cole said, simply.
I paused and looked at him, the spray bottle hovering in my left hand. Not knowing what else to do, I finally nodded and took my sponge and cleaning spray over to the jacuzzi. I started to spray down the tub, having to bend over and lean on the tub with one hand to get the far edges of it. I then had to get on my knees to begin scrubbing the closer sides of the tub with the sponge.
As I was doing this, I felt his eyes on me. I glanced back over my shoulder, peering through my long blonde hair, trying to be subtle. Cole was leaning back against the countertop, sitting with one leg resting across the other, revealing muscular legs and very likely nothing underneath the robe. His head was cocked slightly to the side as if in consideration.
My stomach did a little flip. I had not expected this cleaning business to be a spectator sport, and it felt odd, yet somehow not predatory.
"You're doing well, so far, Elle." Was all he said, seeing me look back.
I spent the next five minutes cleaning the tub, before Cole directed me to start on the floors. As I got on all fours to scrub the grout on the tile around the tub, I started to wonder if I was seeing a trend... or if I was just imagining things.
Nope. Definitely not imagining things. I looked over to see Cole staring directly at my ass.
"Um, hey - excuse me. What are you doing?"
Cole smiled down at me comfortably, apparently not put off at being caught in the least. "It is a beautiful view. I am admiring it."
"I didn't come here to be admired, I came here to clean your bathroom."
"Why not have a little of both?" He said with a small chuckle. "Truthfully, I wanted to have you come here without any further expectations just to see if you would do it for me... and I think you will."
Thinking back, hearing a sentence like that normally would have had me running right out the front door. Something about the way he said it, though, gave me more of a thrill, and kept me in place, perhaps partly out of curiosity and partly out of pure shock.
What did he mean, do it for him? My mouth popped open as I searched for some response to this.
Before I could sputter any kind of reply, he leaned forward and said, unwaveringly, "I have a kink of watching hot young women clean, and my last girl has recently moved away. I am looking to fill that vacancy and I pay very handsomely for this privilege."
I stared at him, still unable to find words. I was now sitting up on my heels, sponge and spray bottle still clutched in my hands.
He told me the dollar amount he would give for one cleaning session, his way. My jaw dropped. That would have covered two weeks of working at the yogurt shop full time. Easily several times what I was asking for a house cleaning currently. Still... I couldn't help but wonder what exactly it was he wanted.
"The shocked look on your face is adorable. Look, I have an outfit for you and I think you will fit it perfectly. I had gotten it new for my last girl but she told me she was moving right after I ordered it. Let's see what you think and then you can tell me if you're interested?"
At this point, I'll admit, I was too curious to say no. He was still giving me every opportunity to walk away from the offer, so I decided to entertain the idea a little longer.
Minutes later, I stood in front of a tall mirror. It was not exactly the french maid getup that had popped into my mind, but the outfit was short, maroon, and lacy, complete with straps and bows. It came with long white socks clipped by a silk ribbon to the bottom of the very short skirt. I saw that more than just fitting well, it really did accentuate my round ass and push up my smaller boobs to look much more voluptuous.
"That's perfect, even better than I imagined," he said, quietly, looking over my shoulder at me in the mirror. "If you start today, I'll even provide you with an extra bonus."
I looked back at him, wondering what I would have to do, but how I could possibly say no.
He must have felt that I wanted to say yes, because he was prepared. He took out a wad of cash and counted it, in hundreds, placing each one into my hand as he went. When he was done, I didn't think I had ever held that much cash in my hands in my young life.
I felt a thrill going through my body. It must have been the adrenaline rush, but I didn't stop to question any further and decided to let go and see what he wanted me to do. Perhaps I was just being young and dumb at the time, but I really wanted to see what would happen now.
We walked back to the bathroom and he began directing me what to clean and occasionally how he would like me positioned while I did so. I did as I was told, feeling strange but also somehow excited about it now. The new outfit made me feel sexy, and I could tell that what I was doing was turning him on... which, to be honest, started to turn me on as well.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that my new client was slowly rubbing himself over his robe. I surprised myself by automatically responding to this by shifting to push my ass further up in the air as I polished the silver drawer handles under the sink.
Polishing the drawer handles seemed a superfluous act, although that was what it all was. An act. I could see it now; he didn't need anything cleaned, and if he did it wouldn't truly have been cleaned by the time I was done. The man wanted to place me in different positions, like a model, taking snapshots with his mind and getting off on it. I never stayed in one position long enough to thoroughly clean anything... but now I had a new objective.
