My name is Kylie. I am twenty one, married, no children, and comfortably well off. My husband had a good job with excellent prospects, we own our own home, courtesy of my husband's deceased grandparents, and I had a nice nest egg put by (courtesy of my deceased great-grandfather). I had nothing to complain about except for one tiny fly in the ointment. I was bored.
I was an energetic person and I needed something to do. I don't mean senseless things like running or playing tennis or competitive shopping. I meant something useful and, hopefully, remunerative. If I was going to work then I was entitled to be paid for my labour.
I started putting together a list of the things that I was good at that were also marketable. There were quite a few things that I was good at but that didn't mean there was a job available for those things. I'm an excellent tennis player but not champion material. The same thing could be said for a few of my other accomplishments. For instance I was highly skilled in mathematics, but a job as an accountant? I shuddered at the thought.
What I was really good at, and liked to do, was housework. I enjoy seeing a house that is spic and span. A couple of times when friends of mine have been moving house I'd helped them with the cleaning of both the old and the new houses. It was fun. I checked around to see what housekeepers and maids were paid and the money wasn't bad. You could set your own hours and if you didn't mind working then you could make a decent wage.
I decided not to join one of the professional companies. They take a huge slice of the cake just for finding you a job. I figured I could find my own jobs, charge less than the big companies would charge, but still earn more than the big companies would pay. If it didn't work I always had the option to hook up with one of those companies.
I started small, looking for jobs through the local ads, found a few, and got a few more through word of mouth. Most of the jobs were straight forward, go in, clean up, get paid, go home. A couple were go in, fight off the occupant, go home without cleaning or collecting. After a couple of those I asked a few pointed questions before accepting the job.
One place I tried out I was a bit iffy about but took it anyway. The man I spoke to said that there were four students renting the place and were all chipping in to have housekeeping once a week. He explained that he couldn't guarantee that there'd be anyone home when I came and told me where to collect the key. They would leave an envelope with my wages and were trusting me to do the right thing. If they were happy with my work they'd want me to come in on a regular basis. If unhappy, they'd say goodbye.
I fronted up in the first day and there was someone home. Geez, the man was a giant. Over six foot and built like a brick outhouse. He was also as black as the ace of spades.
"You'd be the housekeeper, right? I'm Brian. Can't stay. I have to get to a lecture."
"Not a problem," I assured him. "I'll just go in and get to work. Is there anyone else home?"
"Nope, and if you'd been five minutes later I wouldn't have been here."
"As a matter of curiosity, what are you studying?"
"Well, today's lecture is about micro-miniaturisation as applied to computer memory. Does this leave you any the wiser?"
"Ah, no," I admitted. "Better informed, but no wiser."
He just laughed and took off.
I went in to start the cleaning. The house was grotty, but not really dirty. There were four bedrooms and I knocked before I entered each one, just on case someone was at home, but no, all out. As I went through the rooms I checked out the books in each room, trying to decide what they were studying.
Brian's field was easy, electronics and computer studies. The other rooms revealed such gems as, Particle Physics, Kinesiology of the Musculoskeletal System, and Quantum Mechanics: Concepts and Applications. You tell me what they were studying. I'm sure I have no idea. I'd obviously fallen into a den of nerds and geeks. Brian, with the physique of a muscle builder, was undoubtedly the odd man out. I could just imagine the other three, stooped over, glasses, pens in their pockets, chattering away in geek-speak.
I received a call the next day from Raven, the man who'd originally hired me. (What sort of name is Raven? Is he aspiring to be a magician or something? More proof I was dealing with geeks and nerds.) He said that they all agreed that I'd done an excellent job and they would appreciate it if I would come around on a regular basis.
Over the next few weeks I met all the inhabitants of the house, and together they totally destroyed my conceptions of what geeks and nerds should look like. It started with the man mountain, Brian. Next I met Raven. Easily as tall as Brian, but slender. Not skinny, just slender. His hair was black and his skin very pale. Imagine a tall slender Dracula and that's Raven. The third was Dan. He may not have been another six-footer but if so he didn't miss by much. He was average looking, but seemed quite fit. Certainly fitter than any geeks I knew at school. The last was Emanuel, known as Manny. He was the short one of the lot. About five foot six, which is appropriate for a geek, but damned if he didn't look as though he was as wide as he was tall. He was of Greek heritage, despite the Jewish type name. Fittingly, with that physique, he wrestled in his spare time.
It was towards the end of the semester that I had a little accident as I was about to leave for work. I was enjoying a cup of coffee and put it down on the bench for some reason, and missed the bench. I jumped back and didn't get burned but I did get coffee all over my dress. I said something rude, cleaned up the mess, and went to get something to change into.
It turned out that for one reason or another all my maid's clothing was in the wash. Things like that can happen, but what to wear today? No way was I going to wear something good to do maid's work. I finished up finding an old dress at the back of the wardrobe and I tried that on. Oh, boy!
I must have been a teenager the last time I had worn that dress. It was too short. My bust had obviously developed as well, as the dress was also a little tight up top, putting some strain on the buttons. I was going to take it off and grab some old jeans but then thought what the hell? I was only going to the house of nerds and geeks and that would be empty. I had no other appointments so I'd go over, do the job, and then come home and put on proper clothes.
I headed on over and the first thing I noticed was that the front door was open. That figured. When I really would prefer no-one home, someone was. I started bustling around, getting the common rooms done first. With those done it was a case of do the bedrooms and then I was done.
Before I did each bedroom I knocked on the door, just checking to see if someone was there. I knew someone was home and I didn't want to walk into an embarrassing situation. By the time I'd done the third room I was wondering if the front door had been left open by accident.
Brian was the last and I knocked on his door. Bingo - I heard his deep voice calling me to come in. I sighed, looked down at my stupid dress, and went on in.
"Morning, Brian," I said cheerfully. "No lectures today?"
"There is, if I wanted to wade through the protesters that seem to be out in force. I didn't, so I stayed home."
I was relieved to see that he didn't even blink at the shortness or tightness of my dress. Still a perfect gentleman.
"What are they protesting about?"
"There are two groups. Both of them seem to be protesting about the other group. Their reasons are unclear but both seem to feel that the other side shouldn't be permitted to protest, or even speak."
"Oh. Well, if you'll excuse me I'll get on with the cleaning."
All the boys were reasonable neat and tidy and it didn't take much effort for me to do the room. Some dusting, some picking up of a few odds and ends, and then run the vacuum cleaner over the floor.
"All done," I told Brian. "See you."
"Hold it a moment," he said, standing up and stretching. Ye gods, he looked like a black mountain when he did that.
"I'd like to show my appreciation for all the work you've done for us this semester."
"There's no need for that," I started to say. What I actually said was, "There's no ne-whoa, what the fuck?"
Brian had casually pulled my dress up so my panties were on display (not that he had to pull very high to achieve that) and then he'd steered those same panties in a downward direction. I hastily bent to pull them back up but he grabbed my arm, stopping me with a laugh.
