(The following arc happens before Nick is introduced.)
"Happy Meadows housekeeping!" Ms. Evans said as she rang the doorbell.
Within a few seconds, she was let in by a middle-aged Caucasian woman.
"Come right on in!" she said.
Ms. Evans looked at the interior of the house. It was your average two-story with a living room on the right, kitchen/dining room on the left, and stairs close to the living room.
"Don't mind me, you can go right ahead," the woman said before sitting down on the couch.
Ms. Evans put down her equipment and got to work starting in the kitchen.
*****
"Kenny, I'm going to be out for a while! Be nice to the cleaning lady!" Kenny's mother shouted up to the second floor before taking her keys and leaving.
Ms. Evans watched out of the corner of her eye for Kenny's mother's car to leave the driveway before letting out a deep sigh.
"Fuck," she thought to herself.
Ms. Evans pulled out her phone and browsed through her gallery until she came across a picture of a middle-aged man standing in front of a house.
"This is his house alright. Why the hell isn't he here?" she thought to herself.
Ms. Evans reflected on why she had become a housekeeper in the first place: to fuck guys for extra cash among other stuff. Her particular target today was in possession of an antique sofa that was recently purchased before she had a chance to buy it. Ms. Evans managed to get a name and took up a convenient assignment for his house.
"I was hoping to fuck this guy's brains out for that couch, but it looks like that's not happening today," she thought to herself as she continued cleaning.
As she cleaned, a door from upstairs opened. Footsteps trailed down the stairs until a young man went to the living room and sat on the sofa.
"That must be the son," Ms. Evans thought to herself.
She cleaned for a few seconds before getting an idea.
"Hey, I saw a college parking tag on a car in the driveway, he must be a college guy," Ms. Evans thought with a smile. "Maybe I can just fuck the sofa out of him."
Ms. Evans inspected herself in the kitchen. She was wearing a blue cleaning dress that had white-vertical stripes along with white athletic shoes. Her G-, close to F-cup, breasts stuck out far enough to emphasize their size and her skirt hugged her massive booty in the way a tight dress would. Ms. Evans unbuttoned the top of her outfit to expose even more cleavage.
"Big tits, big ass, MILF willing to do anything a horny college guy wants; he'll definitely cave in."
Ms. Evans picked up her duster and walked in to the living room. She immediately went to the shelves close to the TV and started her sweep. Kenny looked up from his phone and did a double-take of Ms. Evans' backside.
"Oh, don't mind me," Ms. Evans turned around to say with a wink.
Kenny was more focused on Ms. Evans cleaning than his phone now. She did the best she could to exaggerate her features by jumping up and down to reach the top of the shelves. Kenny continued to keep his eyes glued on Ms. Evans' ass.
"So, your name is Kenny?" she asked.
"Um, yes, ma'am," he quickly answered.
"I'm Olivia Evans, but you can just call me Ms. Evans," she said cheerfully. "Why don't you tell me about yourself?"
"Me? I'm just a freshman in college who recently turned 19," Kenny said.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Ms. Evans asked.
"Oh, no. I'm too busy with my studies," Kenny answered embarrassingly.
Ms. Evans smiled and readied herself to go in for the kill.
"I know this is out of the blue, but would your father have happened to have gotten a new couch recently?" she asked Kenny.
"Yes, but he put it in storage. He likes to collect fancy furniture, but always forgets about in the storage space. He's probably already forgotten about it," Kenny said.
"You know, I really wanted that couch, but he got to it before I did," Ms. Evans said. "And I came here today to fuck his brains out in order to get it."
Kenny's nearly dropped his phone in surprise as Ms. Evans turned to face him.
"Medium messy hair, dorky, and shy; there's no way he'll turn me down," she thought to herself.
"E-Excuse me?!" Kenny asked.
"You heard me. I opted to come to this specific house today to bargain for that sofa with my body," Ms. Evans said.
Ms. Evans got closer to Kenny while still talking.
"Maybe it wouldn't have been a one-day thing either. Maybe I would have had to become a booty call coming here under the guise of house cleaning in order to make payments with cumshots."
Ms. Evans leaned down, putting her breasts in Kenny's face.
"Maybe you can take his place instead," she said seductively.
Kenny's shyness got the better of him and quickly sprung up off the couch and ran up to his room.
"Great, he didn't pounce on me and I'll probably get fired now," Ms. Evans thought despairingly.
Kenny soon returned with a coin dangling from a string. Ms. Evans stared at both him and the coin quizzically before Kenny spoke.
"I'll give you the sofa if you let me try out hypnosis," Kenny said.
Ms. Evans was taken back by what Kenny said.
"Hypnosis?" she thought to herself.
"Sweetie, you don't have to be shy about this ordeal. We can meet up at a hotel for hookups if it makes you more comfortable," Ms. Evans said.
"Well, I want to fuck you, but I also really want to try out my hypnosis technique I've been working on," Kenny said.
"Sure, I'll do it," Ms. Evans said while sitting down next to him on the couch.
Kenny made sure neither his mother or father were home yet then started swinging the coin.
"You are getting very sleepy," he said in a hypnotic voice.
Ms. Evans faked a smile as she pretended to be interested in Kenny's coin.
"Alright, I'll just pretend to go to sleep when he tells me to then suddenly wake up and get to getting that sofa," she thought to herself.
Kenny continued chanting while swinging the coin.
"From now on, when I snap my fingers twice, you will fall into a deep sleep. In that sleep, I can tell you to do whatever I want you to and when I snap my fingers 3 times, you will awaken and do it."