It hadn't been easy to convince Chad that he should be exempted from hazing and admitted immediately to Alpha Delta. Simon knew, however, that hazing would lower his standing, so that he seemed one of the pledges, a lowly, ordinary creature. He knew he could never be that. He couldn't rely simply on wealth or notoriety, although he had that in abundance. Simon's grandfather was one of the founders and Simon's father was on the national board. Moreover, Simon's father Dick was still a legend at Alpha Delta—hell, he basically invented most of Alpha Delta's patented revenge plays, many of which Simon learned straight from the source.
Fortunately for Simon, he had something Chad wanted. Simon promised Chad a job at his father's hedge fund in a year. Almost as an aside, he also promised that he would pay out of pocket for some renovations and help around the house. Chad thought the old house could use some work, even if the structure of the place were still pretty impressive. A coat of paint and maybe some cleaning would be good, provided the brothers didn't actually have to do any work.
Chad was a bit pissed when it seemed that Simon hadn't done much to keep his word through all of August. All he had done was to hire a contractor to start finishing a portion of the sub-basement, a dingy old storage area where empty kegs, old bikes, and other assorted shit was kept.
Who in the fuck would want to stay down there?,
Chad thought.
Chad decided to say something to Simon. But when? Simon wasn't around a lot, and when he was, he spent time in the sub-basement working. He also brought that low-life Javier into the house, which none of the brothers was happy about.
Chad had forgotten they even had a doorbell, when he heard it ring, echoing throughout the house. Most people either came in because they belonged or stayed the fuck away because they didn't. Opening the door, he recognized the girl in front of him. The curvy brunette was wearing a toned-down but still quite sexy maid's uniform. The face: cute, though Chad wasn't much into glasses. She had great lips, though, really pillowy. What really made the girl stand out to Chad was that she had the great rack and the hourglass figure, but she was also pretty tall for a chick; he figured 5'8" or so. It was April Nelson, the girl he heard some of the brothers had gang banged the night before.
"I'm here to clean the house."
"Ummm, really?"
Chad didn't expect to see students doing the cleaning Simon had promised.
"Yes. Can you please let me inside? I don't want to be seen out here."
Chad opened the door and April came in. Simon must have picked out her outfit: not cartoonish like a french maid costume, but still sexy and short, like a candy-striper almost. She seemed mortified to be there.
"I have a list of things to do and three hours before I have class. Simon said I couldn't go into any of the rooms, but should focus on the common areas."
"So is that what you do?," Chad asked her. "What Simon says?"
The unintended pun made him chuckle a bit, which April perceived as more derisive and hostile than he intended. She looked angry and a bit afraid.
"Please let me do this cleaning. I need to finish it all in time."
April went to work, and though Chad enjoyed staring at her ass a bit while bending over to pick up the garbage strewn across the filthy frat house floor, he felt almost instinctively that he shouldn't fuck with April. Simon sent her to work, and Chad did not want to get on his bad side, not now. He had kept his promise and so would Chad.
The next day, Chad returned after class to the sounds of a vacuum. Expecting to find April at work again, instead he saw a tall, toned girl with long blonde hair tied in a ponytail. She wore no make-up, and had a long, graceful face, with refined features. She didn't have the curves April had, but their wasn't an ounce of fat on her body.
She must play soccer or volleyball or something,
Chad thought. Unlike April, she was in normal co-ed clothes: lime green nylon running shorts and a thin white camisole. She was struggling a bit with the vacuum cleaner, constantly having to bend down and pick up big pieces of trash that it wouldn't pick up.
Tapping her on the shoulder, Chad asked, "Are you one of Simon's maids, too?"
"Yes, I am vorking a bit here for Simon. He said he can pay me just to clean up a bit."
Her German accent was unmistakeable.
"Great, I'm Chad Pritchard. The President here. There was another girl here yestersay, but I guess she didn't finish."
"Yes," the German girl responded, shaking her head. "That is my friend April. She has told me about Simon. I am from Germany—"
"Yeah, I could tell," Chad interrupted.
"—yes, so, that means," the German girl continued, "my student visa does not allow that I can work. Simon will pay me..."
She paused trying to think of the right expression.
"Under the table?," Chad offered.
She looked a bit relieved.
"Yes, under the table. Oh, I'm Stefi."
Again, Chad let Stefi go about her business. The next day more of the same—some girl named Claire, another friend of April's came to wax the floor. Even though she looked young, Claire gave off a no-nonsense vibe that told Chad to stay away. He was busy the next day and wasn't home when the maid came by, but noticed that now some of the brothers' rooms had been left open and looked noticeably cleaner than he would have assumed. That night he heard that some redhead had come by and asked everyone if they needed their room cleaned. Supposedly, she was hottest of them all, but a total ice-queen. Now used to the maids a bit, no one had bothered to even ask her name, and she didn't seem like she wanted to give it out either.
Finally, on Friday, Chad believed he recognized the maid. Her name was Chastity, and he had seen her at a sign-up table for the Christian Fellowship Outreach Society. Like April before her, she was in a maid's uniform, although this one looked to be a size too small. It tightly hugged her curves, even making it difficult for her to work.
Like the girl before, she was knocking on brothers' doors, asking to see if anything needed emptying. Some brothers, apparently not wanting her to see anything in their rooms, politely said no, but most were happy to have her in, maybe chat her up and try to get her number. After all, there was a rumor going around that some of the brothers had gang banged the first chick Simon had hired to be their personal maids.
Chad had no Friday classes and, as president, wanted to know what the hell was going on in his house. He waited and watched her work. She would go into a brother's room, and nothing would be heard for about twenty minutes. Then, Chastity would come out with a small plastic grocery bag filled with trash and throw it into the larger trash bag she was dragging down the hall. His curiosity peaked, Chad ventured down the hall to one of the rooms she had already visited, the door now open. Zeke, one of the senior brothers, was playing Xbox in a pair of nylon warm-up shorts and no shirt. His room was as filthy as you would expect for a brother.
"Dude, what the hell is going on? Is that chick cleaning up? This place looks like shit still."
Zeke looked directly at Chad with an unusual earnestness.
"She emptied my trash can," he replied furtively.
