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The New Maid
By Eric
with a bit of help from SteveZ
Matthew Willis was disgusted. Good help was so hard to
find. He had just dismissed the latest in a long line of
fired maids. None of the last five maids he and his wife
Gloria had employed worked out at all. This most recent to
be fired maid was let go when he found her watching TV
instead of getting things ready for the important party
they were giving that evening. He ignored her pleas for
another chance in her broken English. Hispanics were just
born lazy, he always felt.
Gloria wasn't happy. "Matthew, we need a maid for the party
tonight, and we need her quickly! I can't believe you lost
your temper again. While not perfect, Isabella was a
reasonably good domestic, and was clean and honest. You
need to control your temper. Domestic help is hard to come
by, and I for one am tired of training the endless parade
we have because of your lousy temper! You need to be more
considerate of everyone, and that includes servants!" (And
especially me, she thought silently.)
Matthew smiled sheepishly at his lovely wife. "I'll call
the agency, right away."
"You again, Mr. Willis?" answered the resigned voice on the
other end of the line.
"Never mind that! I need a maid for tonight - and - say, do
you have a white one? That would make a difference - give
me a little more prestige?"
He heard an exasperated sigh and a rattle of papers. "You
may be in luck. We have Helga. She just got her green card.
She's just in from Latvia. Now, promise me you'll be kind
to her. Her English is not very good yet. She's young and
really needs a job, or could be forced to go back to her
native country."
"I promise! We'll give her a try tonight. If it works out,
she can work here on a live-in basis." Matthew rubbed his
hands together briskly. What a break!
He and his wife owned a flourishing real estate business
and many apartment buildings in Los Angeles. They had come
from both his and Gloria's father. He was thirty-three,
tall and athletic as he played tennis four times a week.
His lovely wife Gloria was twenty-five, blonde and
beautiful. She was a no-nonsense type who ran the daily
operations, while he took care of filling the spaces and
working with general contractors. They lived in a nice
sized mansion in Bellaire that Gloria had inherited from
her grandmother.
It had come with a faithful old cook and gardener. Gloria
insisted that she be the only one to deal with them.
"They're old friends; they were kind to me when I was a
little kid, and I won't have you bullying them!"
"Moi?" answered Matt, with an innocent look.
"Yes, moi!" she snapped, pointing a finger at him.
Honestly, except for being really good looking and a
stallion in bed, he was pretty much of a jerk.
***
Gloria greeted a very nervous Helga at the door, and took
her in to give her a brief tour as they headed toward the
servants' dressing room to find the young woman a uniform
that would fit her generous curves.
"You are very pretty, dear," said Gloria.
She thought the young woman was sweet looking. Helga had
dark eyes and hair. She looked like she could have stepped
out of an Ingmar Bergman movie.
"Thank you, Mrs. Willis," stammered Helga. She really
needed this job.
"You do have a heavy accent, Helga. Do you speak very much
English?"
"A little, but I be - am - working hard to learn it,
Ma'am."
Gloria nodded her head. "Let me show you around some more.
You were told that there might be a permanent job here for
you if things work out?"
The dark haired girl of twenty nodded her head vigorously.
"I so hope I please."
Helga really needed the job bad, and was beset with a bad
case of anxiety. She could be sent back to Latvia to
starve. She took a quick liking to Mrs. Willis. She had a
kind smile, and seemed to be so good and open to her. She
and her husband certainly had a wonderful house. In Latvia,
it would be an apartment house for many families. When they
got to Mrs. Willis' bedroom, Helga found it to be larger
than many homes in the old country.
Eager to please, Helga set to work with a will!
Less than three hours later, Gloria went looking for Helga
to see how she was doing, and was almost shocked to see how
neat and prim every room she saw appeared. When she finally
found the young woman, she was on her knees with a dust
cloth and feather brush attacking dust bunnies on the
shelves in their library.
"You're a good worker, Helga. You've got the house looking
great!"
"Thank you, Mrs. Willis."
"Bad news - you'll have to wear these for the party. My
husband insisted."
She held out a pair of black patent leather high heels.
Helga slipped off the white casual flats she'd been
wearing, then put on the proscribed uniform shoes... and
stumbled a little in the high heels she would have to wear
for the party. Rarely had she ever had the opportunity, or
need, for that matter, to wear such high heels. It took a
few minutes of just plain standing and then careful, short
steps to get a feel for them and move with grace.
"Don't worry, Helga," Gloria told her, "during your normal
duties you'll be allowed to wear flats, but not for the
party. I'm glad you seem to be okay with them already."
Helga nodded slowly, and just grinned sheepishly. Though
the shoes weren't comfortable, she'd looked down and seen
just how much better they made her legs look.
***
Helga was very nervous as she passed out drinks and
canap?s. She felt Mr. Willis did not like her.
She was right. "You really have to work on your accent,
Helga. It's horrible!" he told her, at least away from the
few remaining guests and in a low voice.
She flushed. Mr. Willis was mean. She grew even more
nervous. She really needed this job, she thought for the
thousandth time. Why couldn't Mr. Willis be more like his
wife, who she found so easy to work with? Most of the
guests had left, and only a few drunken ones remained. She
dodged a man who'd had way too much to drink. Another
pinched her bottom (for the fourth time that night). She
tried to get away, but her heel caught on the rug and she
staggered forward, pitching a tray of drinks onto Mr.
Willis.
"Why, you stupid foreign bitch!" he screamed.
Gloria tried to calm him. "It wasn't her fault, Matt,
please control yourself!"
He ignored her. "You can't even speak English, you spilled
the drinks all over me, I ought to kill you," he said
maliciously, as he shook her violently!
Helga started cursing him in her native language. Then she
reverted to her broken English to finish. "If I were you
and you me, you would be sorry!" she ended. Her emotions
seemed so intense that the room swam for both of them.
Suddenly, Helga found herself wet. She looked down into the
startled, staring face of a pretty young woman wearing a
maid's uniform. It was the face she normally saw in a
mirror! The girl crumpled into a faint.
Mrs. Willis came hurrying up. "Matthew! You promised you'd
keep your temper!" she said to HELGA!
Helga looked down at the body she was in. Somehow, her
curse had worked. Now, she was Mr. Willis, and he was her.
"I'm sorry," Helga said, automatically.
'My God!' she thought, now her voice was not only a man's,
but in perfect English. Knowledge flooded her mind.
Suddenly, Helga knew where his office was, and how long
'he' had been married to Gloria. He gasped, and steadied
this new, powerful male body.
"Don't apologize to me, apologize to her!"
The embarrassed remaining guests hurried out, anxious to
avoid a domestic scene.
The 'maid' stirred. Her lovely dark eyes opened, and her
mouth dropped. Gloria and a man who looked like she used to
were helping her up. Matt staggered in the high heels, and
her feet hurt. She shook her head, and long, dark hair
swirled in front of her eyes. She screamed in a high voice.
"What's wrong, Helga did you hurt yourself?" asked Gloria.
The man just smiled gloatingly.
"Gloria, you must-" Matt fought for words, what was wrong -
she could find few words to say? "I be your husband,
Matthew."
Gloria laughed. "Where did you get the idea to call me by
my first name, Helga? And I must say, dear, you don't look
like him!" She gestured to the strong, tall handsome man
now holding her waist. "You must have hit your head harder
than we thought when you fainted."
"Yes, Helga, I'm sorry I lost my temper. It's my fault,"
said a smiling 'Mr. Willis'.
Matt dropped a sensuous mouth. In broken, heavily accented
English, she said, "It be me, Gloria. Our honeymoon, we
went to-" she groped, but couldn't remember. Where had they
gone?
"Hawaii, and we stayed at the Hilton," laughed the apparent
Matthew. "What a glorious time that was, Gloria, you were
so sexy!"
Gloria's body warmed to her husband's touch and smile. Then
she frowned. "What are we going to do with Helga? The poor
girl is delusional."
"I feel responsible. I insist we keep the poor girl on as
our permanent maid. She can work for us, and we can look
after her."
"That's sweet of you, dear," Gloria said, kissing her
husband.
'Helga' went white in the face. Why couldn't she remember?
She felt faint and would have fallen again except that the
strong man grabbed and helped her to 'her' room.
"Any trouble from you, and I will have your green card
pulled and have you deported! Do you understand, Helga?"
the apparent Matthew Willis whispered, as he guided her
into her new bedroom and life.
The former Matthew Willis nodded, crying. No one would
believe who she really was! She had Helga's heavy accent,
and could hardly remember her past life. Helga's depressing
memories came pouring in. She shuddered. She didn't want to
go 'back' to that desperate, destitute life in Latvia, and
maybe be even forced into prostitution.
***
Six weeks later, Helga was cleaning toilets. She wished Mr.
Willis would be more careful when he whizzed! She heard her
employers come in, and hurriedly washed her hands and
straightened her uniform. She couldn't afford to lose her
job!
Mr. And Mrs. Willis went by in their tennis outfits. They
smiled, and said absently, "Hello, Helga." Then they
ignored her.
"Your game has improved, darling, since you have learned to
control your temper," said Gloria, holding on to her
husband's arm.
"Thank you, I owe it all to you, darling!" he said, kissing
her.
Gloria giggled. 'Ever since he promised to not lose his
temper any more after the night he almost drove poor little
Helga crazy, Matt has been a changed man, and even better,
much more considerate of everyone's feelings - especially
mine!' she thought with satisfaction. 'It's great having an
attentive, loving husband.'
The maid served them dinner. That night, as usual, she
tiptoed up to their room and listened at the door. She
shouldn't do it. It only drove her crazy, but she couldn't
help herself. Even through the closed doors, she could hear
Gloria's screams of delight, and Matt's deep throated cries
of passion.
'Life can really suck!' Helga thought, and went down to her
Spartan servant bedroom. 'Every day I clean and serve, and
the real Helga lives my life with Gloria! And even worse,
Mrs. Willis - I mean, Gloria, doesn't even notice I'm not
in my body, and even prefers that witch to me!'
Two days later, she unhappily agreed to a date with Juan,
the gardener's son. Her employers insisted on it. She eyed
the man uneasily. She didn't like the way handsome, dark
haired man looked at her! Like she was a piece of meat.
The End
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