I knew what I was getting into when I took this job. Isabella thought to herself as she knelt down in front of a man who was easily old enough to be her father, or even her grandfather. She was nineteen years old and he was a sixty year old bachelor as a maid. He'd been very specific, even in the add what specifications the maid needed.
Only women needed to apply to begin with. He wanted a specific age. She needed to be over the age of eighteen but no older than twenty four. So she needed to be old enough to fuck without legal repercussions but not old enough to show even the first signs of age. She needed to be at minimum five foot ten and weigh no more than one hundred forty pounds. He wasn't being as strict as runway models but he was looking for attractive girls. Only an idiot couldn't have figured out exactly what it was that Mr. Brown was looking for. He lived in a one room apartment that would have taken less than an hour to completely clean from top to bottom. He didn't want a maid.
