Ricardo had a bit of the Italian about him, the eldest son of an Italian father and an English mother. He was very popular with the female fraternity wherever he went, his Adonis figure, which he kept well-trimmed by working out every day at the local gym and jogging every morning at first light in the suburbs. His charismatic personality made him the sort of guy hard to ignore in a crowd or most anywhere.
His morning jogging route took him around the boundaries of Truewood House, a large old typically seventeenth century pile, which was now owned by the National Trust, it's upkeep maintained by regular visitors, paying to see the wonderful display of antiquities the late Marquis and his predecessors had gathered through the centuries.
The gardens too, designed by Capability Brown of Victorian fame, were a treat to enjoy and when Ricardo did his run nearby, he imagined how it once was when the very rich gentry owned such huge mansions.
He was never slow to pick up a new money making idea, imagining himself being able to afford such luxury, and something struck his eye on the internet about a very profitable career without much outlay.
First look; it seemed boring but then he saw that this was a different project altogether, for it was a supply and demand venture with a difference -and Ricardo was happy to see just how well similar businesses were taking off, and just how many lonely women out there wanted some spice in their lives.
So what better than offering a cleaning service with a difference, a service which would supply an efficient spring clean of a house by a very likeable guy wearing his next to nothing's or, if preferred, nothing at all.
The mind boggled for Ricardo, but being part Italian his views were uninhibited and it was something that interested him, it was a job he could do that would both pleasure him and make him a wealthy man.
And besides, he liked the idea of comforting lonely women, that was a nice and descent thing to do so he went for it!
Who would have thought just a few years ago, such a thing would ever have taken off in Britain? Ricardo decided to name his new venture; Spick & Span house cleaners, although for the present he was a one man band But if it did take off he could employ another guy and later, maybe more. If they were up to it, for his demands for quality would be high, he had his reputation to preserve. They would have to be like him. Easy on the eye and with a loyal devotion to his vocation A willingness to serve, whatever that takes, and of course, a good physique to raise the women's interest.
His advertisement on his new web site proudly stated the cleaner would wear tight jeans, kinky briefs, G-strings or just his birthday suit, just to make it all the more joyful whilst he did the chores, that it was the clients' choice entirely. His advert concluded; "We spick and you span, discreetness and prudence go hand in hand" which could mean a thousand and one things, but he imagined any prospective client would get the right message.
By coincidence the Marchioness of Truewood was looking for a new male cleaner to replace one retired and she was talking about Ricardo's advert to her sister Henrietta; "I do think it would maybe better to get a younger person to do the job, old Henry was past his prime long ago and I could see he was puffing and panting."
Henrietta replied; "I think; looking at this advertisement, it could be you who ends up puffing and painting Melissa!"
"Whatever do you mean?" the marchioness asked coyly..
"You are not that innocent surely Melissa, you know what this implies don't you?"
"I know exactly dear Henrietta, why do you think I am interested?"
There was a short pause, then: "You are still missing Henry aren't you, Melissa?" Henrietta said with a knowing grin.
"I will be frank with you sister mine, I miss Henry for everything including his electric passion, I feel I shall be dried up before very long and I am only forty, Henry may have been twenty years my senior but he still had lots of stamina .I deserve some joy in my life - don't you see Henrietta, do you blame me for that?"
Her sister thought awhile and then her face lightened up.
"Of course I don't blame you at all, you have no need to make excuses I think it is a super idea, but we have always been good sisters sharing most things huh?"
"What are you saying Henrietta?"
"Well perhaps - when you take on this new cleaner of yours, you might invite me around for tea, just so I can vet him, after all I wouldn't like my sister to be conned would I? - and I would want to see he is doing a good job!"
"That is a fine excuse, Henrietta, I know you better than that. But of course you can come around on the proviso you scarper when I give the signal that something may be afoot."
Henrietta laughed out loud: "Scarper!, where on earth do you pick up such a word dearest sister?"
"Maybe certain books I have been reading of late" she winked
"I know, you have been reading those naughty novels like 50 shades of grey haven't you?"
"Well Henrietta, you seem to know all about them, have you been reading them too?
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"Haven't most women who search for some excitement in their dreary lives?"
