She's late. She was supposed to arrive before 9:00 AM and it's now nearly 9:15. I have to be at the office in 45-minutes and on a good day, it's a 35 minute drive. Good days are rare when you have to drive into the city after rush hour has already started. I'm starting to think I should do everything out of my home office but know that I need the break in scenery occasionally, not to mention that I don't like having so many people going through my house. Having a burglar alarm system doesn't do any good if it's always off and having to arm and disarm it constantly is an irritation.
DING DONG.
Finally! I rushed to the front door to hurry her inside and put her to work cleaning the house.
"Hi! It's about time you got here! Sorry to be rude but I haven't to get out of here and there's a few things I want to tell you before I leave."
As soon as I started talking I began studying her adorable outfit and petite, pale body. I use one of those companies that make their girls wear sexy "French Maid" uniforms. I enjoy the view but so far, I haven't had a girl who was dedicated to cleaning the house. They usually try to clean out my wallet by offering to polish my knob for a big tip. Don't get me wrong. I enjoy having my knob polished as well as any guy, but I don't need to pay for it, especially when I'm just trying to get my house cleaned.
"I'm sorry, sir. Please forgive me! I'll work extra hard to do a good job for you. If you don't think I'm worth it, you won't have to pay a cent," she said.
"Okay, okay. Sorry. I get a little frazzled when I'm in a rush. I have to go into my office for a few hours, so I'm going to leave you here to clean. Start in the kitchen, then do the bathrooms, and if you get all that done before I get back, you can start on my bedroom. All of the cleaning supplies are in the pantry in the kitchen. If you get thirsty or want a snack, help yourself. Just make sure you do a thorough job. I want the floors spotless - clean enough for you to eat off! The last couple of girls didn't do at all well, and that's why you're here."
"You're going to leave me here?" she asked.
"Yes, but you'll be okay. I'm going to set the burglar alarm on my way out. If anybody opens the door and doesn't disarm it, a very loud siren will sound and a signal will go directly to the police department. That means you can't open the door, either. Oh, by the way, I'm Brent. What's your name?"
"I'm Beth, and I'll do my best to make you happy, sir."
"Well, I hope you'll do a very good job! You're a cutie and I certainly wouldn't mind having you come here every week. Right now, I have to get a move on. I'll be back in a few hours and I'll see how good you've done."
I picked up my briefcase and keys at the door, punched in the code to arm the burglar alarm, opened the door and rushed out, closing the door behind me. To be extra safe, I locked the door before hurrying to my car.
As I settled into the driver's seat and turned the ignition key I started thinking about Beth's appearance. Sure, the very short black-and-white French maid outfit looks good on just about any young girl, but Beth looked especially sexy to me. Her pale skin, just a few freckles on her face, and the slightly longer than shoulder length red hair got me contemplating what might be underneath the uniform. More freckles? Pale, puffy areolas and labia? Does she have a thick red bush or just a wisp of hair on her mound? Or would she be completely smooth? As I drove in my dazed, auto-pilot mode, I imagined what every inch of her body might look like, and that caused the bulge in my pants to increase in size. If I wasn't running late I might've taken matters into my own hands, so to speak. It was just as well that I didn't. I knew what would be waiting for me at the office.
I looked at my watch as I parked my car. Wow - I made it with a couple of minutes to spare! After I got out I glanced down at my crotch to see if I had any tell-tale spots. No. Whew! Thank goodness for small favors. As I walked towards the building I felt the wetness inside my boxers and wondered if it would eventually show on the outside. I dismissed the thought knowing that all eyes would be looking elsewhere once I got inside.
I reached to open the door but someone inside beat me to it. As the door swung open I heard a soft voice greet me.
"Good morning, Brent! I see you survived the weekend again. You really should take me home with you on Friday so I can make you late to work on Monday."
