I am Rosario. After I left work I went to work for a cleaning company. Not that we call ourselves a cleaning company. We're a 'Maids for Hire' organisation, much sought after by the wealthy when they need extra staff or just want someone to come on a regular basis and do general housekeeping tasks. When you get right down to it the main differences between us and a regular cleaning company are prestige and an extra twenty dollars an hour.
When I say I work for the company I should make it clear that I don't work for them per se, but with them, as an independent contractor. They handle the mucky stuff like finding customers, billing, payment and such, and we independent contractors give them a cut of what we earn. It's a reasonable cut so we're all happy.
The advantage of being independent means that if you need a day off you can take one. Just let the service know and they'll swing someone who's free to take your place for the day.
I had to fill in for Consuela one day when she was a bit under the weather. I fronted up to the unit to be serviced and rang the bell. Some places we have a key and are expected to just enter and get to work. Other places we're required to knock and only use a key if no-one is home. This place was a knock first.
The door was answered by a woman wearing a light robe. I introduced myself and explained that I was filling in for Consuela who wasn't well that day.
The woman let me in and then turned to me.
"I'm Sandra," she said. "Before you get started I feel you should know I'm a naturist."
I just gave her a blank look. Was that anything like a botanist?
"Basically," she said, taking off her robe and hanging it on a hook next to the door, "it means that I like to be nude whenever possible, especially at home. If it doesn't make you too uncomfortable I'd prefer you to work in the nude as well."
"I, ah, I don't swing that way," I said delicately, wriggling my fingers a little to sort of indicate what I meant.
"Neither do I," said Sandra with a giggle. "I just like to be naked when I'm at home without visitors. You don't really count as a visitor as you're the maid."
"Consuela?" I asked.
"She allows me my little foible and does the housework nude. A very nice body on that young woman. Still, the choice is yours."
I gave a mental shrug and decided to go along with her foible. It didn't worry me if I was naked. If she'd been a man that would have been a different story but as it was. After all, she didn't have anything that I didn't have and quite a bit less in certain areas. And if I didn't I might lose the gig for Consuela and she'd be pissed at me.
I calmly stripped off and placed my clothes on a chair next to the door. Sandra nodded approvingly.
"That's quite a respectable bust you have," she observed. "Do you have implants?"
"All natural," I assured her. "A gift from my mother."
With that she vanished into another room and I settled down to do the housekeeping.
I found it quite liberating to be waltzing around the apartment in the altogether while doing the cleaning. An interesting experience. I wonder what Consuela thought of it. I'd have to make sure to ask her.
I finished up and prepared to depart. I told Sandra I was finished and about to leave and she told me to hold on for a moment and let her see my timesheet. I shrugged and passed it over. It was accurate so I didn't worry about it but I'll admit to feeling a little narked that she felt she had to check. She scribbled something on and passed it back to me with a smile. Looking at the timesheet she'd written a +1 next to the total and initialised it.
"It's an extra hour as a tip. I also do the same for Consuela."
"Thank you," I said and departed, wondering if I could persuade Consuela to break a leg so I could steal that client.
I went about my business and as it turned out in the middle of the afternoon I let myself into a very nice apartment in one of the high-rises. I'd been to this apartment many times before and had never yet met anyone in it. A truly anonymous client with me the anonymous maid. What, I wondered, would it be like to wander around this place naked?
It was rather titillating, doing something I knew I shouldn't and getting away with it. I bustled about doing my work, wondering if Consuela also stripped for places other than Sandra's. No-one arrived home and I finished, dressed, and departed, feeling pleased with myself.
Over the next few weeks I repeated my little stunt, being careful to select those units that I knew were always empty. Consuela was back at Sandra's and when I quizzed her about Sandra she admitted that Sandra just liked her visitors to be naked. She also admitted that it was possible she stripped at other places when she was alone.
A couple of weeks later I was back at that first apartment where I'd cleaned in the nude (not counting Sandra's), stripped off and got to work. When possible I like to turn on a radio as I work, picking a music station, and doing a bit of a dancing motion as I bounced around the place.
You can understand I was a bit taken aback when the music suddenly stopped and when I turned around two men in suits were looking at me. Very nice looking men in very nice suits, but they weren't supposed to be there.
"Who are you?" asked one of the men.
"I Rosario. I clean," I said, holding up the duster I had in my hand.
"My maid service," said the man, "although I never knew they worked in the nude."
"Do you normally work naked?" asked the second man.
"I clean, si," I said waving the duster about.
"I'm Don Wayward," said the first man. "I'm the owner."
He waved his hand generally around to indicate the unit. I nodded and waved my duster around and said, "I clean, si,"
