Kat stared in the mirror at her new outfit. It was a tight body suit with a slit down the front to show off her toned stomach and diamond belly button ring. Her bra pushed her tits up to an almost uncomfortable level to maximize the amount of cleavage, while her ass swallowed the body suit, emphasizing each cheek and made bending over equivalent to receiving a wedgie. The ridiculous white 6-inch heels and stockings made movement small and concentrated. It was not the most ideal uniform to clean. In fact, some would call it unsafe. But it was the uniform she was going to wear. Despite her disagreement with Cheryl on adopting new business practices, Kat was already taking the initiative on a client by client basis. In a way, Cheryl was right. Kat needed to test the idea first before the business did a complete overhaul. The first client was a recently divorced wealthy, middle-aged man that Kat thought would love the additional service offered. He was ecstatic about it and even bought Kat the uniform himself.
The house was cleaned like any other client. Every room had its problems, but nothing Kat couldn't handle or hadn't seen before. The biggest adjustment was learning how to work with the outfit. Her steps had to be small and controlled in order to maintain stability. When she bent over, she had to make sure her tits didn't spill out and then had to pick the wedgie out of her ass. It was an annoying side effect, but who was she to complain? Her business model was now centered around client experience and if the client wanted her wearing that in his house, then that's what she would wear. The last request prior to the start of the job. and probably the hardest to maintain given everything else, was the smile she had to maintain while doing her work. Scrubbing the floors with a smile. Cleaning out the gross toilets with a smile. Taking out the garbage with a smile. Smiling while she picked the wedgie out of her ass and mincing her way across the room. It had the weird affect of making her enjoy the work more, despite how dirty and difficult it was. She loved being a happy obedient cleaner. No. She loved being a happy obedient maid.
Kat stood in the doorway of the spotless kitchen, admiring her hard work. There wasn't a single thing out of place. With her work done, she was ready to call it a day and go home for some nice relaxation. The bubble bath and wine were waiting for her with some light music to set the mood. The client was in his living room watching television in his underwear. She had told him to do what he normally did if he was alone and he obliged by stripping down to his boxers. He was an average looking guy, who let a sedentary lifestyle get the better of him. That and the obvious alcohol problem. Kat lost count at how many beer cans she found throughout the house.
"Excuse me, Mr. Smith, I've completed my job." Kat said. "I'm going to take off now."
Mr. Smith's eyes undressed her. She was used to that now, even before she offered to wear what the client wanted.
"Can you make me a sandwich before you go?"
"Uhh." Kat said. She was really looking forward to going home. Making a sandwich required more time and work which also created more cleaning in the kitchen. However, she couldn't tell a client no. That wasn't making his life easier.
"Sure."
"Perfect." Mr. Smith said and dismissed her. "Don't forget to smile while you're making it. I want a lovingly made sandwich."
Kat went back to the kitchen and tried to limit her activity as much as possibly to avoid making a bigger mess. After making the sandwich and quickly tidying up the dirty dishes, she grabbed the sandwich plate and a beer and made her way back into the living room.
"Here's your sandwich and another beer." Kat said, handing them both to him.
"Thanks." Mr. Smith said. "Would you mind kneeling down and holding my beer. You know. For quicker access."
"Of course." Kat said.
She couldn't be mad at the client. He was within his right to give her orders. This was making his life easier after all. Why turn out of his way or bend over at the coffee table to grab his beer when she could hold it directly within arms length. Mr. Smith ate his sandwich and watched television while Kat smiled and held his beer. It seemed like a waste of time for her, but it was certainly making his life easier.
Mr. Smith finished his sandwich and placed the empty plate on the table beside him. The beer was still half full, which mean Kat still remained. With his phone out, Mr. Smith scrolled through his social media.
"Can you believe her? Dumping me for some rich little douche." Mr. Smith said.
He turned the phone around and showed Kat a picture of a gorgeous blond hanging off some guy that looked ten years her junior.
"I miss that body. Oh, the good times we had."
Movement stirred within his crotch as Kat guessed he was looking at more provocative pictures. Unprompted, he pulled his now semi-hard cock out, with his phone still in his other hand.
"You know what would really make my life easier? You wrapping those plump lips around my cock so I can jack off to my ex-wife."
"What about the beer?"
"Can't you do both?"
Kat sighed internally. If this is what the client wanted, then he was entitled to it. She smiled and nodded to communicate it was no problem at all. She switched the beer can to her left hand and moved in closer. The cock pointed directly at her as if it was selecting her itself. Holding it with her right hand, she gracefully wrapped her lips around the erection and bobbed her head.
"Good little maid." Mr. Smith said.
Mr. Smith used her mouth like a masturbatory tool as he scrolled through images of his ex-wife. Once the beer was finished, he put the phone in her hand instead and then used his free hands to move her head up and down. Kat gave in and let him use her mouth as he pleased, trying her best to keep up with the pace. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the image was a lingerie picture from what looked like a photo shoot. Clearly the divorce wasn't mutual.
Mr. Smith emptied his load in the back of her throat. Another customer satisfied with her service. Once he was done, he frantically dismissed her, slightly embarrasses by his behavior. The beauty of post-nut clarity and its effect on some men. She wondered if that was a one-time thing or if it would become part of the routine. She had a feeling it would be the latter.
***
Cheryl checked her phone messages again. Another one from Kat. Every week Cheryl was supposed to go to the house with Kat and every week, Cheryl came up with an excuse. It's not that she didn't want to go, she just wasn't ready to commit her time to someone else's client with her own client base growing. Besides, she had other things on her mind outside of business. Like Lucas and Cindy hooking up. Cheryl didn't like the influence Lucas was going to build over her sister. She went through it herself and was still recovering. Cindy was heading down the same path. It was all fun and games to her sister right now. If Cindy was smart enough, she'd see her future right in front of her.
The street was packed with cars forcing Cheryl to park down the road from her parents' house. Her parents hadn't seen the family in a while and that meant one thing: barbecue with everyone invited. The nerves grew the closer she got to the house. It wasn't family she was worried about; it was seeing Cindy for the first time since their evening with Lucas. They hadn't spoken or texted since. From a quick scout of the driveway and road, Cindy's car was no where in sight. Maybe she was too good for family now. Maybe she wouldn't even show up.
Cheryl made herself at home again and reconnected with family. She got so distracted; the thought of Cindy completely slipped her mind. It was a nice break from her life to relax and enjoy the company of people she hadn't seen in a while. And to enjoy good food. That was always welcomed over her bland dinners and carousel of take out dinners.
"Hey, sis."
Cheryl's great day came to a screeching halt. Cindy stood beside her enjoying her own meal. How long had she been there?
"Hi, Cindy."
The awkwardness was palpable, and Cheryl could barely look her sister in the eye. The last time they made eye contact, Lucas was balls deep inside her.
