The buttons up the front ended at a point right between her pert rounded breasts, giving a glimpse of black lacy bra. Chloe gave them a little squeeze, her nipples hardening through the fabric. She could see she’d be self-consciously adjusting that all day, but flashing a bit of lengthy leg she could handle. To complete the look was a white apron, which sat on the skirt and tied in a large perfect bow round her slender waist.
Yep, short of a lacy garter, it was suspiciously close to being a horny dress-up French maid’s outfit, but what the hell, it was a chance to indulge her inner exhibitionist and the pay was good for a cleaning job. Admittedly it was the first time she’d done a uniformed job, although if they were all like this it was something she could get used to. After returning from 6 months traveling, fresh from a break up and broke financially, with no freelance stylist jobs available thanks to the burgeoning recession, Chloe began to wish she’d stayed abroad in warm exciting locations and enjoying the attention from the variety of fit, exotic men now she was single and able to have fun.
But it was back to reality, so when her friend Amelia had suggested signing up with a high-class agency she’d heard of Chloe had been open to ideas. It was service industry with a twist, providing cleaning, catering and hospitality staff to the rich and beautiful. The thought of being able to swan around a mansion and do some minor chores for the same wages as her styling job sounded better than being unemployed, so here she was ready for day one. Chloe scrunched up her nose in a little smile – it was all too funny – then with a quick wink and pouty kiss to herself, parted with her saucy reflection, grabbed her keys and headed out.
***
As the huge iron gates glided open and she guided her car up the driveway to the side of the imposing mansion, Chloe felt a frisson of excitement run through her. Parking up, her small car was dwarfed by the selection of gleaming Bentlys and Rollers in the driveway. Giving herself a final glance in the mirror, she stepped out to smooth her skirt. Hmm, it seemed barely decent, and Chloe wondered how the other staff would take it. Making her way into the house through the back kitchen entrance as instructed, she clocked a blond, tanned, well-toned guy in cutoffs and not much else working in the garden. This job was getting better all the time.
The kitchen, decked out with the latest hi-end equipment, looked as though it could comfortably service a hotel. A short, well-turned out cook busied herself at the stove.
“Hi, I’m Chloe, I start today..” she began. The cook shot a glance her way then carried on stirring, seasoning, and ignoring Chloe. “Great, the staff are going to be as stuck-up as the owners” she thought. A voice like cut crystal from behind her made her jump.
“Chloe, you are indeed starting today.” She turned to find herself face to face with the owner of the voice: a tall, slim, exotic lady in an immaculate tailored suit perfectly hugging her curves, with light brown skin, bee-stung lips and large almond eyes. Eyes which pierced Chloe and snapped her from her reverie.
“I’m Yasmin, the Valenetti’s PA. I oversee the hiring of their staff – when I’m not trying to keep them in check.” Was that a wink? Before she could wonder, Yasmin strode around her, appraising what she saw. “Hmm, lovely. The uniform works well on you, very nice. I wasn’t sure about what we could get away with in terms of hemlines, but Mr Valenetti Senior insisted, and naturally, what he wants, he gets.” Chloe laughed.
“When I was at school, the hemlines had to be below the knee. The head would come around with a ruler at assembly to check us out, then we’d roll them up to get the bus home afterwards.” Yasmin curled her full lips into a smile. “You’re not in school now sweetie.” That wink again, fast as a butterfly wing flutter. She took Chloe by the hand and lead her out.
After being shown room after luxurious room in the impressive mansion, Chloe was a tad overwhelmed, but excited to be spending time in these opulent surroundings. “Right” she thought to herself, “what I need to do is get rich, or marry a rich man!” Yasmin left her in the kitchen area, and Chloe watched her taught round ass saunter off in those killer heels, mesmerized. “Oh well, back to the real world” she murmured, facing a pile of laundry and remembering she was here to work after all.
***
As she reached up on tiptoes to put the plates from the dishwasher on the top shelf, Chloe was suddenly aware of a presence behind her. A finger tip traced from the back of her knee, up her smooth leg, inside her thigh, and lightly hooking inside the hem, traced the line of her black lacy panties up her tight buttock and snapped the elastic playfully. She gave an audible gasp and instantly her stomach tightened and pussy started to moisten. A tall, muscular body was pressed against her back; could she just about feel the stirring of his crotch between her buttocks?
Not daring to turn around, she felt warm breath against her earlobe, and a deep sexy voice commented: “well, well, the standards are getting higher. What might your name be?” She prayed inwardly it was the guy from the garden, and turned around slowly to face her admirer. It wasn’t the gardener, but someone equally delicious. He didn’t move, and his close proximity meant that they were practically mouth to mouth. She had to lean back against the work surface with both hands, making her breasts brush against his hard chest, and he made no attempt to hide his admiration of their pertness.
“I’m Chloe, I started today.” She held his gaze; taking in his handsome boyish features, square jaw, tanned skin, steely grey eyes exuding confidence.
“Chloe… So how are you enjoying it so far?”
“Well, I can’t say that I’m a big fan of menial work, but the surroundings make it bearable. And the boss seems quite nice too.” A slow smile inched its way across his face.
“Have you met the boss then? This is my father’s house – he’s your actual employer. I’m sure he’d be delighted to meet you. But you answer to me too…”
“I suppose he designed the uniforms then?” she asked, rubbing her smooth thigh against his growing bulge. He smirked
“I had a hand in that, and it was a good choice judging by how you look in it.” Stroking a hand up my leg to the front of her knickers, which were now distinctly damp, his two fingers traced a slow circle over her clit through the silky fabric, it throbbed, aching to be touched. Mmmmm. But still, she didn’t appreciate his arrogance.
“Figures,” Chloe raised an eyebrow, “they’re pretty tacky.” His smile and hand dropped.
“Be careful bitch, that your attitude doesn’t slip any further. Those nice tits are easily replacable.” What a dick!
She leaned in ever so slightly, lips just brushing, with a glint in her eye and sarcastic tone: “Yes Sir .” That caused an intake of breath, and his cock twitched against her inner thigh. “I suppose I’d better get back to work then, wouldn’t want to upset the boss’ son and get in trouble.” She turned back around, ensuring it meant rubbing her tight rounded buttocks against his stiffness.
He took a step back, shunned, and growled in her ear “I’ll be watching you.”
“Spoilt bastard.” She thought to herself as his footsteps echoed down the hallway, and somewhere, a door slammed.
***
Still feeling highly aroused, Chloe headed to the bedrooms to start her work there. “This is more like it,” she thought, sitting on the end of an enormous four-poster bed. There wasn’t really much to do apart from fluff the pillows and swish around a feather duster, increasingly feeling like being in a really cheesy saucy film.
Feeling naughty, she decided to have a quick look through the wardrobes – wow, check out these gowns! She sneakily weighed up trying one on in the en suite bathroom, but though better of it. Best not get fired on the first day, it had been interesting so far.
The bedside cabinet proved even more lucrative, containing a stack of porn mags. “Retro! Who doesn’t get porn online these days? She couldn’t help taking a couple out and sitting on the big, soft bed to have a look. The gorgeous big titted naked girls touching themselves open-mouthed, their pink pussies being penetrated with throbbing veiny cocks turned her on once more, and before she knew it, Chloe was leaning back on the pillows, knees apart, left hand pulling her black lacy thong to one side so her right could stroke her shaven pussy. Her middle finger flicked on her aching clit, dipping in and out of her wet slit, then rubbing faster, faster, more urgently as she closed her eyes and panted her way to a breathy climax.
Suddenly, she snapped back to reality as a finger trailed up her silky thigh, realizing she was exposed. So much for not getting fired… Opening her eyes tentatively, she looked straight up into Yasmin’s beautiful face, eyes scanning from the spread of porn to Chloe’s shocked and worried expression, wearing a huge smirk.
“And I thought we paid you to work..”
“Shit! Sorry. I shouldn’t have been looking through the drawers. But I had a run in with Valenetti Junior and he kind of stirred things up a little.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t say anything. It’s good to see you’re enjoying the job so much.. Well, anyway, tidy yourself up, I need to introduce you to someone important. Mr Valenetti likes to meet all his new staff personally, and if you just complete this one job for him then you can go home for the day.” Confused and relieved by Yasmin’s leniency, Chloe rearranged her knickers under Yasmin’s gaze, and moved to take her outstretched hand.
***
Up another floor, in a suite the size of Chloe’s entire flat, a silver haired gentleman leaned back in a Jacuzzi built into the centre of the floor, arms on the sides, relaxed. Strains of Mozart’s Sull’Aria floated around the lavish room. His grey eyes slowly opened as Yasmin knocked and entered with Chloe in tow, then focused more keenly to take in the distracting sight of the two beautiful girls holding hands.
Chloe’s hair was still messed and her face slightly flushed from her earlier pleasuring session, black knickers flashing under the white ruffled skirt, and the faint musky aroma of her sex perfuming her surroundings.
“Yasmin, my dear. And who might this be?” Yasmin smiled warmly, and slipped her arm around Chloe’s waist, stroking down to her bottom, and moving them both forward toward their boss.
“Mr Valenetti, this is Chloe, she’s new, and I’m quite sure you’ll find her work very satisfactory.” A slight raise of the eyebrows and that sexy smile conveyed her true meaning. She turned to Chloe, millimeters away, and stroked her face softly.
“I’ll leave you here, to take care of Mr Valenetti, I think you might even enjoy yourself.” Before she could think what was happening, Yasmin’s big soft lips were pressed firmly against Chloe’s, her tongue darting in and out of her mouth wetly. Chloe let out a sigh and responded hungrily, their tongues flicking and dancing together, their hands stroking each others firm rounded breasts and buttocks, gently at first then more heatedly, while Valenetti looked on approvingly, his large stiffening cock skimming the surface of the water.
Just as she was forgetting herself, Chloe felt herself pushed away with a final kiss on the lips from Yasmin, and a friendly squeeze on the arm as she excused herself from the room, leaving a flustered Chloe to deal with her employer.
To be continued…
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