"Hello!" I said as she opened the door to her apartment.
"Come in!" She offered as I smiled at her.
"Sit, please!" she was so polite, and I found myself sitting on her couch.
"I'm glad you showed up, my last cleaner has gotten a new job and I'm way too busy to even handle the basic things." She smiled and sat down next to me.
She was extremely attractive and about ten years older than me. She wore a simple black blouse with tights and some black sandals with trinkets on them. Her hair was sandy blonde and her eyes blue deep with eyeliner.
"Well, I really need the work so, here I am." I said plainly and she smiled.
"Great! Well, the cleaning supplies are under the sink and there is a list on the counter." Miss Zara stood up. "If you need anything, I'll be at the corner of the hall in the office."
"Ok." I said and stood up.
It was a pretty uneventful gig, washing some dishes, dusting, cleaning the floors and such. At the end of the day she paid me in cash and I was gone.
The gig lasted for several weeks, and since I was having trouble finding a job, it was welcomed income.
One Friday she sent me a text stating that she would leave the key, and I was to clean, then leave. I showed up at the normal time and started the job. Once I went down the hallway mopping I saw her bedroom was cracked. One thing I noticed during the gig was, that she didn't ever want me to clean the bedroom. My curiosity got the better of me and I peaked in. To my surprise the bedroom wasn't exactly decorated like the rest of the house. Her bed was a very large metal with a valance, and had a cage underneath it. Looking around I saw whips on the wall, and a few other pieces of bondage furniture. My heart quickly skipped beat, and I got out of there to finish up.
The next Tuesday on my next scheduled work day I showed up, and Miss Zara let me in.
"Sit down, let's talk." Her thin graceful frame led me over to the couch and I followed. I sat down, but she stood.
"You've been doing really well, and I appreciate it, but noticed that you went into my bedroom while I was away." Her tone was sharp and her eyes locked into mine.
"Yes, sorry" I stammered... "I saw the door open and was curious, I shouldn't have."
"You're fired!" She shot back quickly before I could say anything else. I looked up at her awaiting some sort of rebuttal from me, and I looked back down at her patent leather boots.
"I'm sorry. I'll go." I began to stand up and she put her hand on her waist.
"My privacy is huge to me being a professional women. I don't appreciate you prying into it!" She added as I stood up and looked downward.
"I promise nothing will leave this house. It was stupid of me" I said motioning for the door.
"Wait!" she stopped me.
"I've noticed something about you." She pointed back at the couch, and waited. I went and sat down.
"See, you take direction very well without complaining, and that's hard to find in a worker. Except for the little mishap last week, I've been very pleased with your work and attitude." Her voice was stern while she sat in the chair across from me, and crossed her legs.
"What exactly did you see in my bedroom?" Her voice was less sharp and more curious.
"Nothing Miss, just your bed... and..." I stopped and she smiled.
"I'll go ahead and get this out in the open. I am a dominant women in all aspects of my life, and that is reflected in my sex life." Her voice was blunt and she relaxed a little.
"That is none of my business Miss, and I'm sorry for prying." I said quietly and she pondered on it for a moment looking down at her deep blue nails.
"You know, I really am impressed with your humility." Her words soothed me, and I felt like the interrogation was over.
