Our new cleaning girl

My name is Park Smith, and this is how my life became perfect.

I’d known that the spark had been gone for a while now. Ever since I got my new job, my wife Kacey and I had been more distant than ever. We had gotten married out of college and started careers right away. That had been three years ago now, and for two twenty-five year olds, we sure acted like an old married couple. We rarely made love anymore, really only on birthdays or anniversaries, and we never had conversations that didn’t involve work. I still loved her, to be sure, but we weren’t madly in love like we were as kids. Now it was just part of our lives, something we barely paid attention to.

I don’t know what it was that day, but when I woke up in the morning, I missed how we were before. I missed the late nights spent talking on the phone, sneaking away from schoolwork to spend hours in our dorms fooling around, how gorgeous and loving she looked on our wedding night. I wanted the passion back. But she didn’t, I could tell from looking at her. Her platinum blond hair now hung limply around her head when she took it down from the smart, professional bun that she had to wear at work, and the curves that used to keep me up at night were hidden under crisp business suits. I missed holding that amazing body next to mine, feeling her skin touch me.

And that’s when I hatched my plan.

“Honey? I thought I’d hire a cleaning service,” I said one night over dinner.

She looked around our house. It was nice, we were both paid very well, but it was empty and had a tendency to get dusty and unorganized from disuse. “That’s a good idea, I definitely don’t have time to clean up around here,” she replied. I smiled, happy that the first step of my plan had gone perfectly.

“Good, I’ve already started looking at prices, so it should be ready by the end of the week.”

“Ok,” she simply said, and stood to go to her study. She was an executive, which took up a lot of time at home as well as at the office. Now, the only late nights that we had together was when I stayed up late to wait for her to come to bed. But that was about to change.

I called in sick the next day at work, having already set up interviews for a full-time maid position in anticipation of her response. There were about five applicants, all female. All young, some straight out of high school or college dropouts looking for work. Exactly what I wanted.

The first four were pretty run of the mill. Cute, but very professional. They were looking to do exactly what the application said, but they didn’t have what I was looking for. I told them I would get in contact with them, but I knew none of them were what I needed for this to work. The last girl, though, was perfect.

Her name was Samantha. She had jet black hair that cascaded over her shoulders in waves. Her face was round and young looking, but had mature, smouldering grey eyes. She wore a pencil skirt that was slit just a hair higher than most businesses would have liked, and a low cut top that showed off her ample assets. She was one of those girls that knew she was amazingly hot, and wasn’t afraid to show off her voluptuous, hourglass figure. I escorted her in and motioned her to sit on the couch opposite me in our den. We talked about the obvious, what her job would entail; things like cleaning, cooking, and running errands like shopping.

“So, what qualifications do you have?” I asked innocently. This was all formality anyway, I could feel that this was the girl I was going to hire.

“Well, I worked with a maid service in Atlanta before I moved here,” Sam said with a slight Southern accent. I noticed that when I said ‘qualifications’, she straightened her back somewhat and stuck her chest out. I tried not to stare openly. “I’ve always liked customer service positions, too, and I’m very people friendly.”

I liked how she put emphasis on the words ‘service’ and ‘positions’. I grinned, “I think we can cut past the formality now. You know that this won’t just be a maid job.”

“Oh?” she said, somehow being innocent and seductive at the same time, “I don’t quite know what you’re talking about, sir.” At the same time, she shifted her legs, and the slit moved further up her smooth thigh. The top of the slit now showed me her hipbone, and I could tell just by glancing that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Now, I don’t know if she did this for all of her prospective bosses, but I didn’t think so. I consider myself a decent looking guy, maybe not like an actor or something like that, but I’ve been known to charm plenty of women in my time. I moved over to sit on the couch next to her, and she laid her hand on my thigh.

“Don’t worry, I’m a clean girl. I take my pills and play safe,” she breathed into my ear. Sam leaned in to kiss me, but I put my finger on her lips, holding her back.

“Not quite yet, if everything goes according to plan, there’ll be plenty of time for that later.” I grinned mischievously at her, and she smiled coyly back.

“Is there anything that I can do for you right now then, sir?”

“Well, there are going to be a handful of ground rules, Samantha. When you’re in my house, you are to call me ‘Master’ and my wife ‘Mistress’.” She looked confused. Either she hadn’t seen the ring on my finger, or had thought that she was going to be a secret from my wife. “You’re going to have to trust me on this. Second, about the price I posted online. I’m going to double it.” She was already being paid amply for her services, and her eyes widened as she figured out how much that would bring her total to. “I’m going to give you an advance on it, and I want you to go get the things on this list as fast as you can,” I said, pulling a sheet of paper out from my shirt pocket.

“Mr. Smith, just what is going on here?” she demanded.