Shawna had to admit that the cleaning was, by far, not the worst part of her new job.
It wasn’t like she’d ever hated cleaning or anything, just never paid it all that much mind.
Now though, just holding the duster in her hand was sending a tinkle of pleasure up her arm and right back down into her pussy.
She knew that it was the company that had made that happen, she’d been looking for some extra work and found an “adult” cleaning service looking for girls to prance around rich old men’s homes in skimpy outfits.
Cleaning wasn’t really the point, and she’d done worst things in her life to make a buck, so she’d applied and quickly gotten put on the schedule.
Today she as a Mr. Henderson’s home, he’d been one of her first clients, and she hadn’t minded his stares at her ass and tits. He’d tipped well, and was nice enough, like most of her clients over the next few weeks.
It was perhaps in the third week of “cleaning” that she’d noticed the change start to happen. No longer was cleaning a chore, but a budding pleasure. It was also when she’d started showing off more skin and flouncing around the homes even more.
It was two months in, and at Mr. Henderson’s house, that her tits had “accidentally” popped out of her top for the first time, but certainly not the last.
That first time she’d blushed so perfusely she was afraid that she’d drained all the blood from her head into her cheeks! She’d covered up, excused herself, and run to the bathroom. She spent twenty minutes jilling off to the idea of showing her tits to her clients.
Those next few weeks her head had been a mess. Trying desperately to keep her clothes on as she cleaned, avoiding masturbating at the clients homes, and spending hours each night masturbating herself to sleep.
It was Mr. Henderson that had shown her the futility of he struggle.
One day she’d been cleaning the kitchen and she’d bent over to pick up a crumb on the floor. She’d placed her feet together and bent over at the waist, sending her tiny skirt up over her ass. Only after she was bent over did she remember she hadn’t wore any panties that day.
She’d frozen in place, horrified and turned on at the same time, until she heard his footsteps come up behind her and his fingers slide over her dripping wet pussy.
Her whole body had shivered, she’d let out a moan, and then her voice filled the room, “Oui! Oui! Oui!”
Everything fell into place in that instant, she was a slutty french maid and her Master was finally going to clean her dirty little cunny.
That was definitely not the worst part of her job either.
He’d rubbed her pussy, she’d sucked his dick, he’d fucked her tits, and she’d cleaned his cock with her cunt any number of times… she came hard each and every time she came over to clean his home.
No, the worst part of her job was what was happening right now. Mr Henderson was sitting in his comfortable chair, while Clair was wiggling her ass around the room with a duster just like she had for the first few weeks.
Clair was the new girl, the company seemed to think she required someone to “show her the ropes”, and so had assigned Shawna to the task.
She didn’t see why, she hadn’t had anyone showing her how the job was done.
She let out a tiny little sigh, the smile on her lips never leaving, as she noticed goosebumps suddenly appear on Clair’s bare shoulders.
A shiver ran through Shawna as the memory of the first time it had happened to her came flooding back and suddenly she could no longer be annoyed with Clair.
After all, Mr. Henderson had offered Shawna a live in maid position and how could she turn him down? Someone else needed to handler her other clients, so if it was Clare, so be it.
She’d show her how to suck and fuck her other client just they way they liked before she moved into Mr. Henderson’s home.
