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Don Clarke walked on the sidewalk that ran along the Happy Hills strip mall. Don was the only owner the building had never known. He had built it on the grounds of a shuttered tire factory 14 years earlier. Ever since he had it built, it had been a gold mine for him. It was, however, just one of his many lucrative ventures. Don had built up a fortune over the years through land speculating, and there was nary a man better at it then him. He knew the value of a dollar better than anyone. He always made sure that he stretched every penny as far as he could. Through his thrifty ways, and his amazing ability to read the markets, he had made all of his ventures heavily profitable. Don's only weakness was his wife Susan. He let her have whatever she wanted. He once loved her, but he had grown tired of their life together. He did not divorce her, because of monetary reasons. He did not want to lose half of his stuff. Buying her material goods to keep her mouth shut was cheaper than a divorce. Susan had him over a barrel in recent years. She threatened to expose his secret, if he didn't give her what she wanted. Don could not believe his stupidity. He never thought that he would be caught. He also never realized that Susan would be so manipulative after she found out. Don had gone into his bedroom with an unopened box on his 50th birthday. He thought that she was out for the day. He pulled the French maid's uniform out of the box and laid it on his bed. The closeted cross dresser had purchased the costume as a gift for himself. He pulled the costume up onto his body, and he stood before the mirror. Susan opened the bedroom door and caught him. He tried to pass it off as a joke, but he collapsed and told her the truth. He had always kept his fetish and fantasies away from his wife of 28 years. He figured at that moment that there was no point in hiding then any longer. Their sex life was no existent, and she already resented him. Don continued to walk down the sidewalk. He smiled as he watched a mother drag her two kids along. He had never had kids, and he never really wanted them. However, his wife had wanted children. He refused to provide them, and he got a vasectomy to spite her some 23 years earlier. She had threatened to divorce him then, but she decided against it, because she was concerned that she would not be able to secure another husband. Susan had little respect for Don now, but he was still a good provider. He was still one of the only people she trusted despite his deceit about his fetishes. She figured that he only hid them from her to protect their relationship. That was, in fact, Don's reasoning. He trusted her more than he trusted anyone. Even though she had the upper hand, Susan never reneged on their deal and she never cheated him. She did not use the event to gain anything that could be considered extravagant, and he always respected her for that. It almost made him forgive her for the extortionary nature of their deal. Don thought about her as he made his way down the concrete path. His eyes were quickly drawn to a coin that was resting on the sidewalk. Don thought nothing of it as he bent down to grab it. It was just a quarter after all. Don picked it up and pocketed it. He never passed up any currency larger than a nickel despite its overall insignificance to his lifestyle. He stepped off of the sidewalk and strolled to his car. He drove to his 19th century mansion on the south side of the town. He pulled up in front of the stone faced building. He walked into his house, and he withdrew the coin from his pocket. He went to place it in his change jar in his kitchen. Something about the coin suddenly caught his eye. He quickly realized that it was not a quarter. His eyes moved along the indeterminate writing that ran along the edges of the battered image. Susan entered the room and stared at her husband. He made odd faces as his fingers ran along the edge of the coin. She looked to him and asked, "What's wrong, Don?" "Nothing, it's just that I can't figure out what this is supposed to mean." "What? You want to know the meaning of a quarter?" "No, it's not a quarter." "Then what is it?" "I don't know. Where have you been?" Don suddenly exclaimed as he saw the black sheer pantyhose on his wife's legs. "I was out with my friends. They were talking about their kids again. It must be nice," she said as she bunched her face. Don looked at her and imagined her as she once was. The jovial teenage girl he remembered from decades ago. 'Where did she go?' He wondered. He looked Susan over and the young woman was standing there. She looked down at body and screamed, "What's happening?" Never one to get excited, Don placed the coin down, and he thought of her as she was as a 52 year old woman. Satisfied to see that nothing happened to his wife, he took hold of the coin once more. He visualized her as a 52 year old woman yet again. She looked up at him as her body returned to its normal state. She was awestruck. Her wide-eyes glanced at him. He walked over and placed his left hand on the counter and extended his right hand. She took the coin from him, and he said, "Honey, put your legs on my body." "What? Are your serious?" She asked in a disbelieving tone. "Just do it!" Don said as he continued to stare at her legs. He wished that they truly belonged to him. She stared at him. She visualized her legs on his body. The silky feeling of the stockings resting on his legs suddenly turned him on. He started to fall forward, because of the disproportional size of his body in relation to the size of his legs. He caught himself and leaned up against the counter. The ruckus made Susan open her eyes. She quietly gawked at his legs. Her face fell white. Those were not his legs, they were her legs. She put her head down, but her legs remained on her body. Don was equally perplexed, and they both stared silently at Don's new legs for a few minutes. Finally, Susan said, "What the hell just happened?" "I don't know. I visualized a younger version of you as I looked at your body. Then, all of the sudden, you were standing there in a younger body." "Wow. I visualized my legs on you body, and then it happened. What is this thing?" "I don't know, but could you please make my body proportional. My legs are cracking under the pressure." "Sure," she remarked. She returned his normal legs to him. Don looked down at them with a disappointed look on his face. Don raised his head and asked, "Do you want to have some fun with that thing?" Susan smiled and said, "Sure, what were you thinking off?" "Make me into your maid." "What?" Susan asked in a disgusted tone. "We have a servant's quarters in the basement. This will be perfect. I'll be your maid for a week. What do you think?" "No. No. Dear God, No!" Susan remarked as her obscured her face. "Don't be so negative. How can I persuade you?" "You can't. I married a man. At least I think I did." "Come on, baby, turn me into your maid. You won't have to lift a finger around here. You'll be the master of this household." Susan shook her head for a bit. Her eyes abruptly widened as an idea ran through her head. "I'll do it, but if you meet the following conditions," Susan exclaimed. "Just tell me them," Don responded. "You deprived me of a child, so I want a day with a teenage daughter. You will call out from work tomorrow, and you will hang around me for the entire day. If you do that for me, then I'll make you into my maid for a week. I might even keep you as my maid for a longer period, if I like what you do." "Is that it?" Don asked as a smile spread across his face. "Yes." "I'll do it." "Good. I'm sure it will be a lovely day." "I'm sure it will be." Susan smiled to herself and walked off with the coin. Don walked up the stairs and headed into his bedroom. He pulled down the curtains before he climbed into his bed. He threw on the TV, and he watched it until he grew tired. Susan walked up the stairs about two hours later. She turned off the TV as she walked into their bedroom. She climbed into their king size bed and went to sleep. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Don stumbled out of bed the next morning. He walked over to the phone and called one of his employees. Don told him that he would not be showing up that day. With the call done, Don staggered into the kitchen. Susan smiled as he walked past her. "Are you ready to live up to your end of the bargain?" She asked. "Sure. Whatever," Don mumbled as he opened a cupboard door. "Good," Susan replied. Don immediately felt smaller. He looked at his porcelain skin. It was the same color as his wives. His overweight masculine physique was replaced by the figure of a diminutive teenage girl. He was the same height as his wife. He looked around from his thin 5'4" body, and he saw how much bigger things looked. He looked at the long unpainted nails on his fingers, and he ran his soft hand down his skin tight t-shirt and khaki shorts. His body seemed to be craving less food. He passed on a bowl of cereal, and instead grabbed an orange. He used his finger nails to peel the piece of fruit, and he ate it for breakfast. "So, Donna, are you ready to go out with your mother?" Don, now Donna, smiled at her wife and remarked, "I sure am Mom." Susan stood up while Donna walked over to her. Susan's smiled as she heard the sound of the young girl's sandals smacking on the white tiles in the kitchen. "Come on, dear. Follow me," Susan quickly uttered. Donna followed Susan out the front door. She walked beside her as they sauntered to Susan's car. Donna looked around and noticed that her car no longer existed. She wondered, 'Am I too young to drive?' Donna stepped into Susan's car as Susan started the automobile. Susan drove them to the nearby mall. They made their way into the mall 15 minutes later. They strolled through the mall for a couple of minutes, but they didn't enter any of the shops. As they walked past a shoe store, Susan grabbed at Donna's arm. Susan led her towards the store with an awkward tug. Susan strolled through the store with Donna by her side. Susan pointed at the various shoes that struck her fancy. She tried a few pairs on as Donna watched with an indifferent look on her face. Susan noticed Donna's uninterested expression, and called her over. "What do you want?" Donna asked. "I want you to try on these shoes," Susan answered as she held a black 3?"wedge. "Why?" "They're in your size, and I want to buy them for you." Donna decided to humor her wife, so she took the shoe from Susan's hand. Donna looked for a place to sit down. She sat on a small wooden bench as Susan placed the shoe box next to her. Donna slipped the shoe onto her foot and buckled the black ankle strap. She looked it over slowly. She liked how it looked. She grabbed the other shoe and slid it onto her left foot. "That looks perfect on you," Susan exclaimed. "I know. They are beautiful." "Stand up and try them out." "Okay, Su...Mom," Donna remarked as she pushed herself up. Donna took her first easy step in the shoes. They landed forcefully on the floor. She smiled as she continued to walk in them. She took another step, and she caught the front of the shoe on the ground. She fell forward to Susan's general amusement. A small boy laughed at her. The boy's mother walked over and grabbed the boy by the ear and said, "I'm sorry." Donna nodded to her as she stood up. "These things are awkward," Donna exclaimed. "No, dear, you're awkward. They serve a purpose. Notice how your back is more arched, and your chest is pushed out. They also appear to lengthen your legs. They really enhance your appearance." Donna looked down and nodded at Susan. Donna was infatuated with the way her legs looked. Her legs looked so long and elegant. "Would you like me to buy them for you?" Susan asked. Donna smiled and said, "Yes." Donna sat back down on the bench. She slipped the shoes off and gently placed them back into the box. Susan took the box up to the register. She paid for them and a pair of black pumps for herself. They walked out of the store with smiles on their faces. The two boxes swayed in a plastic bag dangling from Donna's hand. They ambled through the mall and stopped at a clothing boutique. Susan hurried over to a rack full of blouses. Donna followed her closely. Donna then walked away from her and headed towards a rack full of skirts. Looking for the perfect skirt, she trifled through the rack. Her eyes were caught by one. She took hold of the black stretch satin pencil skirt. She walked over to Susan with it folded over her arm. Susan liked it, and she pulled a white button down poplin blouse with a pin-tucked front off of the rack. Susan handed the blouse to Donna and said, "Go and try them on together." Donna nodded and headed for the changing room. She undressed and placed the blouse and skirt on. Donna, smiling at her beautiful reflection, checked herself in the mirror. She walked out and showed the outfit off to Susan. Susan loved the way it looked on Donna. Donna changed back into her clothes, and handed the outfit to Susan. Susan paid for the outfit and they walked back into the mall. "Would you like to stop and get lunch?" Susan asked. "Sure," Donna responded. They walked over to the food court with the bags swaying from their arms. They ordered their lunch and ate it quickly. They finished eating their lunches and walked back into the main area of the mall. Susan led Donna down towards the western exit of the mall. Suddenly, Susan pulled Donna into a nail salon. "Oh, Donna, I forgot. We have appointments to get our nails done." Donna was surprised and elated. Susan walked over to the receptionist and told her that she had made two appointments. The receptionist nodded to Susan after she confirmed the appointments. Donna and Susan sat down until they were sent over to two of the available manicurists. Donna did not know what a manicure entailed, and that worried her a little. However, she was just as eager to find out. The manicurist looked to Donna and asked, "What shape do you want me to cut your nails into?" "What do you recommend?" "I would go with almond for your finger type. That cut looks good on petite hands." "Sure, I'll go with that," Donna replied without much thought. She would have to rely on the manicurist anyway, because she did not have the first clue about the different shapes that long nails could be cut into. The manicurist took hold of Donna's hand and started to file down her nails. Donna was impressed by how easily the manicurist shaped her fingernails. The manicurist put water in a bowl, and she added some scented oil and salt. She walked over and placed Donna's nails in the bowl and positioned a heat lamp over Donna's hands. Donna got bored after a few minutes. The manicurist monitored Donna's hands. She took Donna's hands out of the water when she noticed that Donna's hands had started to wrinkle. Donna gently dried her hands with a towel that the manicurist provided. The manicurist took hold of Donna's hand and rubbed some cuticle oil on her cuticles. She pushed them back and sheered of some dead skin. Donna's hands were then dried with a lint free towel by the manicurist. The situation made Donna feel weird. She could not believe that all this attention was being paid to the tips of her fingers. Donna looked at Susan as the manicurist buffed Donna's nails with an ultra fine emery board. The manicurist looked up and got Donna's attention. She asked Donna to select a color for her nails. She looked through the selection and picked out a dark red. The manicurist applied a base coat of the color. Donna was again left with nothing to do as her nails were being dried. She rolled her eyes while she looked at Susan. Donna had always framed her expectations of this experience in a romantic context. She thought that it would be a thrilling event, but she just found it boring. The manicurist applied another coat of the red nail polish to Donna's nails. Susan smiled at Donna as the results started to become clear. The manicurists finished their jobs a few minutes later. Susan tipped both of the women and paid for the service. They walked out of the salon and shopped for two more hours. As the evening came, Susan looked to Donna and asked, "Would you like to stop and get dinner?" Donna nodded and they headed to the TGI Friday's that was located in the mall parking lot. They were seated, and the waiter came over and took their orders. Susan stared at him as he made eyes at Donna. Susan noticed that Donna was oblivious to the whole thing. The waiter walked away after taking their orders. Susan looked to Donna and said, "I have to step outside. Will you excuse me for a minute?" "Sure." Susan walked right into the bathroom with her purse. The waiter walked over to Donna and said hello. Donna said hi back and looked away. As she stared at the front door of the restaurant, a folded piece of white paper landed on the table. She turned and looked at the waiter. He winked at her and walked away. Susan came back from the ladies room with a smile on her face. She looked at Donna's expression with amusement and asked, "What's wrong, dear?" "Our waiter hit on me." "Well, you are pretty young girl. He's fairly cute himself." "I don't like guys." "Really, then why do you like to dress like a maid?" "I want to be dominated by a woman. Not a guy." Susan cringed before she turned and thanked the waiter after he brought over their drinks. They ate their dinner, and Donna kept trying to get out of the man's view. Susan got a little sexual kick out of watching her husband squirm out of another man's sight. They finished eating, and Susan took the money out of her pocket book and paid the bill. As they walked out, Donna turned and blushed as the waiter leered at her. They went home after a long day. Susan collapsed upon the couch shortly after she entered the house. Donna sat along side her. They watched a movie on the television. It ended at 9, and Donna decided that she needed to rest up for the next morning. She picked up her new clothes and headed for the stairs. Donna plodded up the stairs and went into the largest spare bedroom in the house. It was filled with posters of Luke Wilson. Donna laughed as she looked them over. She stared at the lilac walls and the pastel green rug. Donna grinned to herself as she thought, 'If my employees and friends could see me now.' She wondered what they would think, if they saw big old Don Clarke sleeping in that girlish room. The thought made her smile even broader. She slipped into a pair of black draw strings pants and t-shirt. She put her dirty clothes in the hamper and walked towards her bed. She climbed under the flower patterned comforter and went to sleep. Susan headed up the stairs a few minutes later. She laid across her bed, and she wondered what the next day would bring. She then heard the telephone ringing. She rolled over and picked it up. "Hello." "Hello, Susan. I miss you," a deep voice responded. "Umm...okay." "How's Donna?" "She's good." "Fantastic. I'll be home tomorrow, baby. I want you so much." "All good things come to those who wait, dear," Susan responded. "You're right. I'll see you tomorrow. Love you." "I love you too," Susan responded to the mysterious voice. "Bye." "Bye," Susan responded as she hung the phone. She wondered if he was her boyfriend, or her husband. She climbed back under the covers, and she figured that it did not matter. She would change Donna tomorrow, so the mysterious man would probably be erased from the best fit reality that the coin seemed to create. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning came, and Donna walked down into the kitchen. Susan looked up at her and said, "Okay, now it's time for my part of the deal." Donna smiled and interlocked her fingers as her hands rested before her waist. Susan looked her over and she visualized a slightly older female body standing in Donna's place. Donna looked down at the French maid's outfit that appeared on her curved body and smiled. She looked to Susan and said, "Thank you, Susan." "Hmm... I don't want you to call me Susan anymore. Call me Mrs. Clarke." "Yes, Mrs. Clarke," Donna responded with a mischievous grin. "Don is no longer an appropriate name for you, and I don't want to keep calling you Donna, so you will answer to Inga. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mrs. Clarke," Inga answered. "Splendid. Now, make my breakfast and bring it to me in the dinning room." "Yes, Mrs. Clarke," Inga responded. She hurried through the kitchen and kept trying to find her balance. She often started to fall, but she was always able to right herself. She had never walked in heels before. She found that the experience did not meet the expectations that she had created through her fantasies. She felt that they were too tight, and that the heel was to narrow. Inga labored through her displeasure and continued to make Susan's breakfast. She fried up a batch of pancakes and brought them to Susan. Inga placed the plate down in front of Susan. Susan stared up at her and said, "Go get me a glass of orange juice." Inga nodded and walked back into the kitchen. She poured a glass of orange juice and brought it to Susan. Susan looked up from her paper as Inga placed the drink down. She did not say a thing. Susan reached over and took a sip. Inga turned around to face the kitchen. She walked into it without hearing a word of gratitude from Susan. Inga started to eat some of the extra pancakes that she had prepared. She finished them quickly, and heard Susan's fork hit her plate. Susan called into the kitchen, "Inga, come get my plate. Clean it, and then come back out here." Inga hurried into the dinning room. She took the dirty plate into the kitchen and scrubbed it clean and then placed it away. She scurried back into the dinning room. Susan was still seated at the table. She looked at Inga and said, "Inga, go clean the downstairs." Inga nodded, and did what she was told. She walked into the downstairs bathroom and pulled some cleaners out from the vanity. She got on her hands and knees and scrubbed the grout on the floor. She made her way over to the shower. She set about scrubbing the grout in the shower walls. She cleaned the tub and the vanity when she finished cleaning the shower. She mopped the floor, and then put some of the cleaners away. She stepped into the hallway. She mopped the kitchen, hallway, and dinning room floors. She tried to rest her feet and her sagging arms whenever she could find a minute to spare. She took a break around 1 to eat her lunch. She made a sandwich and sat at the kitchen table. She finished and continued to sit. She pulled off her heels and massaged her feet. As she rubbed her feet, Susan walked into the room. "Inga, rest on your own time! You have work to do." Inga leapt up and placed on her heels. Donna looked at Susan, and she waited for a command. Susan looked at her and said, "I would like a turkey sandwich for lunch. I would also like a glass of Ice-tea." "Yes, Mrs. Clarke," Inga responded. Inga made the sandwich and placed it on a tray along side a glass of Ice- tea. She carried it out and walked towards Susan. She caught her heel on a crack in the floor. She fell to the side and the glass shattered on the ground. Susan walked towards her and said, "Make me another sandwich, and then clean that up." Inga nodded. She prepared another lunch and carefully brought it out to Susan. Susan took the meal and started to eat it. Inga turned and grabbed a sponge, garbage bag, broom, dustpan, and a roll of paper towels. She cleaned up the mess and placed it in the garbage bin in the kitchen. Inga walked back into the dinning room. She took Susan's plate from her when she finished eating. She cleaned up Susan's plate and went back to cleaning the house. She vacuumed the great room, living room, and den. She cleaned all of the down stairs windows. She would also bring things to Susan when she requested them. Inga was finding the whole situation to be less of thrill than she dreamt it would be. She still managed to soldier through it. Susan was having a totally different day. She was lounging about on the couch while Inga waited on her hand and foot. Susan enjoyed every moment of it. She did not have to cook or clean. Inga was the perfect maid. Susan had always resisted getting a part time or full time housekeeper, because she distrusted them in general. Now, she realized that Inga's services greatly increased her quality life. It was an easy day for her. She spent her entire day exercising and watching TV. The evening came and Inga set about dusting the furniture. Susan tried to decide what she wanted for dinner. She called Inga over to her and said, "Make me a steak for dinner." Inga nodded, but stopped as she looked at the front door. Someone was trying to get in. The front door knob was shaking. Susan did not have a chance to go and get the coin. They both stared at the turning door knob. An average sized man walked through the door. He looked at Susan and said, "Hi, honey. How are you?" "Who are you?" Susan asked as she gazed at the familiar looking man. "I'm your husband, Louis Scott. Have you lost it?" "No, no, I was just confused by something," Susan replied as Inga stared at Louis with a dumbfounded expression. She realized that she had been replaced. Susan was given a new husband. Susan had not planned for this, but she realized that she should have known that it was a possibility after what had gone down the night before. "What confused you?" Louis inquired as he looked over Susan. "It's nothing. Forget about it, dear." "Okay," he said as he leaned and kissed her. The name ran through Inga's mind. Then she remembered a Louis Scott. He was friends with Susan a long time ago. Inga had convinced Susan to leave him for her. However, that was when Inga was Don. Louis looked at her and said, "Inga, you can make dinner for us now." Inga nodded. She was still confused by this unwelcome development, but she walked into the kitchen and started to make dinner for Louis and Susan. She spent the next 30 minutes slaving over a stove and walking all over the kitchen in shoes that pinched at her feet. She threw together a salad and a side dish of rice. She finished cooking the sirloin steak and placed it on a platter. Susan, meanwhile, spent the half an hour getting to know her new husband in their great room. He held the same job as Don. He owned everything that belonged to Don. Susan thought to herself, 'I was right about it.' Susan realized that the coin had completely eliminated Don's existence. Only Susan and Inga remembered the person Inga used to be. As far as the world was concerned, Inga had never been a man. Susan also started to remember who Louis was. The name came back to her, and she remembered how he nearly worshipped her 34 years earlier. Don convinced her to leave Louis for him. She was drawn to Don's assertive and domineering presence, but that man had long since disappeared. Louis, conversely, was perpetually sweet and affable. He was just as she remembered him. Inga placed the meal on the table, and she walked through the house looking for the new couple. She found them and announced that dinner was served. Susan and Louis strolled into the dinning room. Inga walked back into the dinning room and placed two glasses of white wine onto the table. The couple both grasped their wine glasses. They both took sips from their glasses. Louis turned and looked at Inga as he finished his first sip. He dismissed her from the room and said, "Inga, go get my wash from the upstairs hamper and clean it for me." Inga nodded, and Susan said, "Inga, do the same for me." Inga nodded again and strolled up the stairs with an empty basket in her hands. She entered the master bedroom that had been hers 2 days earlier. She picked up the clothes from Louis's hamper, and did the same with the clothes from Susan's. Inga carried the heavy basket through the upstairs hallway. She moved cautiously down the stairs. Her steps were ungainly. The heavy basket made her arms sag. The pain in her arms was matched only by the pain in her pinched feet. The shoes also made her steps harder. She had to blindly plant her shoe with every step, and she was afraid that she would fall, because the basket blocked her view of the stairs bellow her. She kept planting her sole and heel together, and she made it down the steps. She walked through a door in the kitchen before she descended the steep steps that led to the basement. She walked in front of the washing machine. She placed the basket on the floor in front of the machine. She then unloaded the colored clothing into it. She put in some detergent, and she left the white wash in the basket. She took a few breaths before she walked back up the stairs. Inga strolled into the kitchen, to see if she was still needed. Louis walked into the kitchen and looked at her and said, "Oh, you're here. Good. We're having a party here on Friday night, so I'm going to need you to start cooking." "What do you want me to cook?" "Cook some typical banquet meals, nothing out of the ordinary." "Okay, Mr. Scott." Inga replied. Louis walked out and Inga began to prepare meals for the next day. She spent the night preparing food for the party on Friday. Inga neared the end of her workday, and Susan walked into the kitchen. "Good night, Inga," she said. "Mrs. Cla...I mean Mrs. Scott," Inga responded. "Yes, Inga," she answered with a smile. "You have to turn me back into a man. I can't stand this any longer. There's a man in here hitting on my wife. I can't let him do that." "I'm sorry, but he's my husband now, at least temporarily. You're just my maid. This is what you wanted. A deal is a deal. You asked to be my maid, and I'm not going to back out of it. Suck it up, and don't piss us off or you might find yourself living in the streets." Inga's face went blank as Susan walked out of the room and headed up the stairs. Inga finished up for the night and cleaned up the kitchen and headed down to her quarters. She opened the oversized cabinet door, and she walked down the spiraling metal staircase that led to the basement. Inga slowly walked over to the washing machine. She reached in and put the cleaned clothes in the dryer. She then placed the white clothes in the washing machine and turned it on. She walked towards her quarters and opened the door. The room looked different than she had remembered. It was still marked by its Spartan furnishings, but everything looked newer. The unadorned walls appeared to have been painted, and the mold covered couch was now a simple wooden bench. Inga walked into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet as she pulled her hosiery off of her legs. She went to the bathroom and wiped herself with her enfeebled hands. She disrobed and stepped into the shower and closed its glass doors. She turned on the water and let the water run down her body. The feeling of the water smacking against her softer skin excited her. She grabbed the bar of soap and ran it down her legs and arms. She lathered up, and she washed her backside, abdomen, and armpits. She ran her soapy hands along her breasts. She cupped her breasts before she ran her fingers beneath them. She then turned and let the water run the soap off of her body. She lathered her hands again and stared down at her vagina. She ran her hand down the warm slit. She moved her hands along it. She wanted to do some more gentle explorations. She put two fingers into her pussy and began to stroke her innards. She found her clitoris, and started to move her fingers in a circular motion around it. She started to change speeds and began to thrust her slender fingers in and out of her. The water battered down on her breasts. She took the handheld showerhead out of its holder. She placed it in her right hand, and she cooled the water. She slouched down and put her back to the wall. She spread her legs and pulled the head in close. She pushed her fingers into her pussy and she spread its walls. She used her other hand to aim the water spray into her. She pushed it away, and then pulled the head in closer as the initial shock of the feeling subsided. She kept pushing and pulling it in and out as it sprayed down onto her clit. She stood back up after 12 minutes, and she plunged her fingers into her pussy again. The feeling was still intense and a shudder overcame her. Her sloppy fingers pulled out. She stood up and she hastily washed her hands. Feeling a bit ashamed, she put the shower head back in its holder and grabbed her shampoo bottle. She lathered her hands once more, and she ran them through her dark silky hair. She pushed her hair up and felt it slide back at her. She loved the way her hair felt on her. She pulled her hands away from her head as she washed the shampoo out of her hair. She turned back to the soap and washed her face. She then turned off the shower with a twist of the water stained handle. She stepped slowly out of the shower. She took hold of the towel, and she dried herself. She wrapped a towel around her body as walked into the bedroom area. She slipped on a pair of panties with a sense of pleasure. She loved the feeling of that softness on her skin. She walked over to her alarm clock. She looked down at it as she set her alarm for seven the next morning. She sat on the edge of the bed and wondered what her closet held, so she strolled over and drew back the doors. A clothing rack was affixed to the wall. Six French maid uniforms were hanging on a rack. There were also a few pairs of jeans, tops, and skirts. Beneath the rack rested two shelves. Six pairs of panties, and dozens of pairs of fishnet stockings rested on the top shelve. Her eyes were then drawn to the six pairs of 3 inch heeled black shoes that were situated on the bottom shelf. A few pairs of sneakers also rested along side of them. Inga closed the closet door. She turned and headed back towards her bed. She climbed under her covers, and she pulled at her sheets. She laid her head down on her pillow and fell asleep. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day went smoother for Inga. She cooked and cleaned, and it was a simple day. The following day was a little trickier. She was going to have to work all day and all night that Friday. She spent the whole morning cooking and cleaning. She readied the house for the party while Susan made a few last minute decisions Inga then spent her evening finishing up the last of the necessary food preparations. She threw some of the food into the oven to warm it up as she started making the appetizers. She made up a few platters of appetizers, and she brought the platters out before the first guests arrived. Mr. Scott walked over to her and said, "Inga, I want you to serve some of the appetizers to our guests." "Yes, sir," Inga replied. Inga grabbed a few round wooden trays and placed a number of the appetizers on them. She stared at the guests as they entered the house. She knew most of them. They were her friends and subordinates, or at least they were two day earlier. Inga was now a maid to them. She was a friend's servant and eye candy. As more guests entered the house, Inga began to make the rounds. She placed the trays in front of the guests, and she asked if they would like an appetizer. They would take one or they would ignore her as she walked around the downstairs rooms. She carried the trays that she assembled for over an hour and half. The constant pain in the balls of her feet was effectively masked by her forced smile. As far as Inga was concerned, that was not the worst of it. Her friends and the men who once worked beneath her were staring down the top of her uniform. Her breasts were an inviting target for their eyes. She heard snickers from groups of men as she walked past them. She caught more than a few staring at her ass. She wondered if they thought that they were out of her view or ear shot, but she figured that they probably didn't care one way or the other. After all, she was just the hired help. As Inga continued to walk through the room, her displeasure did not escape Susan's view. She liked watching Inga act like a servant. Susan enjoyed it, and it seemed to turn her on. She reveled in Inga's embarrassment. Susan saw Inga step into the kitchen, and she followed her in. Inga dropped the last tray off in the kitchen, and she started to warm some food. Susan sauntered in and said, "Inga, come and pick up some of the garbage that was left in the living room." Susan turned and ambled back to her guests. Inga placed her head down for a second. She started to accept what was going on around her. She had asked for this, so it would be unreasonable for her to not go along with it. She walked back out into the party, and she picked up some of the garbage that had been left by the partygoers. Two unaccompanied men walked up to Inga as she cleaned off a table. She looked up at them, and she realized that they were two of her former subordinates. "Hello, miss. Could we ask you a question?" Kyle asked Inga. "Sure." "Well, you don't see to many full time servants these days, so we wondering how you got this job?" "I thought it would be fun to pursue." "Is it?" Steve inquired. "Not really. It's hard work." "Well, I guess that's why there are so few maids around. You're the first I've ever seen. Do you all dress so provocatively?" Kyle said. "No, this is Mrs. Scott's doing." "Tell her that I approve," Steve remarked. "What's your name?" Kyle asked as he glanced at Inga. "Inga." "Inga, what is that Dutch?" Kyle asked. "I think it's Scandinavian," she responded. "You don't sound it." Kyle stated. "Well, I'm from America." "Oh, well, at least you're not a Transylvanian," Steve interjected. "What? Why?" Inga inquired due to the striking irrelevancy of his comment. "They valk like vis," Steve answered. "No they don't. You sound like Kate Beckinsale in Van Helsing," Louis stated as he overheard the conversation. "I'm telling you, sir, Transylvanians speak like that." "They don't speak English, so it doesn't sound like that," Louis countered. "I'm telling you it does. We have to find Bela Lugosi." "Bela Lugosi's dead!" Louis exclaimed. "He is?" Kyle asked. "Yes, Kyle. What he would be, like a 120 years old? I also think he was from Romania." Steve interjected. "What used to be Transylvania is in Romania," Louis added. "Ah," Steve responded. "All right, Inga, get away from these nitwits. Go and put out the main course," Louis said as he sipped at his scotch. "Are we all eating together," Steve asked. "Yes, it's being served buffet style," Louis answered as Inga walked into the kitchen. Inga walked into the kitchen and heated the trays that she had created the day before. She brought them out and set them up on a table. She brought out the plates, and she setup the rest of the tableware for the guests. She walked behind the table and stood there as her heels dug into her feet. The first guest strolled up in front of her and stretched out his arm. He held his plate before a tray. Inga walked over and placed a serving onto his plate. She did that for the next tray as well. Inga spent the next two hours serving guests as they walked up to get their dinners. The constant leaning and serving was making her back ache, and her shoulder began to grow tense before it became sore. Her feet also yearned for rest. With dinner time over and done, Inga took the trays back into the kitchen. She sat at the kitchen table and ate a quick dinner. Her shoes rested by her feet as she ate, because she was unsure of when she would be called back to work. Inga finished eating before that call came. She put her shoes back on and carried the dessert into the dining room. The guests started to eat the desserts shortly after they were brought out. Inga snuck a piece out for herself before she went back into the kitchen. She strolled into the kitchen with her head held low. She cleaned the oven, and then she condensed the remaining trays of food into a single tray. The guests began to leave shortly thereafter. Inga cleared off the tables as more people began to walk out of the house. Susan smiled at Inga, and she was happy that she didn't have to clean up that mess. As the last guests left the house, Inga collected the rest of the garbage that had been left by the partygoers. With that done, she tried to clean a few of the stains on the carpet. Susan happily watched Inga scrub at the rug. Louis noticed Susan's happy expression, and he walked over and put his arm around Susan. She looked up at him, and they strolled towards the stairs. Inga turned towards them as she finished scrubbing, and she saw them rushing up the stairs. Inga was intrigued. She pulled off her heels and walked to the foot of the stairs. She crawled up them as quietly as she could. She approached their door and heard a faintly familiar sound. Inga could hear the creaks of the bed. She crawled up to the door, and she heard Susan moaning heavily. She could hear Louis panting as well. Inga wanted to barge through the door, but she knew that she couldn't. Susan had the coin and controlled her fate. If she barged in, Susan might fire her. Not wanting to risk it, she turned and walked towards the stairs. She padded down them. She walked into the kitchen after she picked her black heels off of the floor. She strolled down to her quarters, and she set her alarm for seven the next morning. She simmered as she laid in her bed, but there was nothing she could do. The feeling of helplessness stung her more than the unrelenting pain in her tired feet. After two hours of griping to herself, she fell asleep. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Inga woke up the next morning and readied herself for the day ahead. She walked up the winding stairs in her still uncomfortable heels. She cleaned the living room, and she cooked breakfast for Louis and Susan when they arose from their slumber a few hours later. Inga brought an omelet to Susan in the dinning room, and she smiled happily at Inga. Inga smiled back at the young woman. Inga recalled how much Susan's beauty struck her when they met ten years earlier. Even though Susan was 25 years her junior, Inga still could not imagine living with another woman. Inga's eyes left Susan and shot to Louis's 32 year old face. Inga still resented the younger man for taking her place for the week. However, Inga figured that the charade would be over soon enough. Inga walked into the bathroom and began to scrub the floor. Susan, meanwhile, collected her purse and walked out the door. She wanted lunch, but she didn't want to bother Inga. Susan was afraid that she was overworking her, and she decided to get her own lunch. Susan drove to the deli on the other side of town, because she wanted a hero for lunch. It had been along time since she had one. Susan strolled along the sidewalk that ran along the strip mall that was owned by her husband. She pulled open the door to the deli as 11 o'clock passed. She ordered a hero from the teenaged boy behind the counter, and she placed 7 dollars and 25 cents into his left hand. Susan, smiling broadly, took the hero from him. She hurried back to her car and turned the key. Susan sat in the idling car and thought to herself, 'It worked! I can't believe it worked. He's...no, no. She's so damn gullible. She may be able to read the markets better than anyone, but she still can't read me.' As Susan started to drive home, Inga walked up to the master bedroom and began to clean the adjacent master bathroom. She wiped down the mirrored medicine cabinet and pressed against it. She moved her hand back abruptly, and the mirrored door flung open. A few boxes fell out of the cabinet. Inga watched as they smacked against the ceramic tiles. She bent down to pick up the boxes. Her eyes opened wide and her hand drew over her mouth as she stared at the pregnancy test kits on the floor.