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Then came an unexpected knock on the door as Linda walked back in. She was with someone. Victor ducked into the guest suite to avoid being seen in his embarrassing maid uniform. But she called out for him, "Hi, honey, hey I've asked the cleaning crew to show you how to tidy up the room. Come here." Victor saw two cleaning ladies enter into the apartment with a cart. "Victor, these ladies are going to show you what to do. They are not going to do the work. They will provide the cleaning materials and tell you what to do. I expect you to cooperate with them." She handed a $50 bill to each of the ladies as a tip and then left again.
The women looked at Victor with an obvious smile that caused him to turn beet red. They proceeded to tell him what to do while chatting with each other. Victor hung up clothes that were strewn all over the floor. He rearranged their shoes that had been kicked off in the heat of the moment. He dusted the table, emptied the garbage can. On the bed, he noticed a large wet spot. As he pulled the sheets off, he marveled at how much his wife's lover could come.
The ladies had him clean up the bathroom next, changing out the towels, scrubbing the toilet and mopping the floor. One of them remarked how the outfit looked very cute on him and asked if he liked wearing it. He responded only that 'No...it's only because my wife makes me wear it.' The ladies looked at each other with a smile of disbelief. They clearly knew the truth. Victor ignored them and started to hand wash the panties that had been soaking. Even after the first rinsing, he could still sense the smell of semen. He soaped them again and washed them very thoroughly before hanging them up to dry.
Finally, the room was clean. Victor was looking forward to finally changing out of his clothes and joining his wife for breakfast. The ladies proceeded to leave, but then they remembered something. "Sir, your wife asked me to put this key into the safe deposit box for her."
Victor immediately recognized the key that she had kept securely around her neck. "It's ok. I'll take care of it," he offered smoothly.
"No, no, sir, she specifically asked that I put it in the safe for her and set a new passcode."
Victor was getting annoyed. "No, it's ok. If you set a code, it'll be a hassle...so it's all the same. You can leave now. I'll take the key the promise to put it in the safe." Victor hurriedly took the key from her, and hustled them out the door.
He breathed a sigh of relief. He knew he should not cheat, but felt that he had waited long enough to have sexual release, and hence felt self-justified that he had been treated unfairly. He took off the French maid outfit, and proceeded to try to unlock himself. He found, however, that the key wouldn't fit. He tried repeatedly, but with no luck. "Dammit!" he said to himself as he grudgingly put the key in the safe, got dressed, and went downstairs.
He found his wife and Brad at a booth eating breakfast. It looked like they had to wait for a table, and had just started. "Hi, darling, you look refreshed. Did you clean up the room nicely?"
