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High School Part 6 - Maid Service
[In which Shaun's Mother, disappointed by his failure to get a job
after graduating from high school, takes matters into her own hands
and Shaun ends up being raped by one of his customers.]
It was funny but after the four years of high school leading up to
Graduation, the actual event itself was kind of a letdown. Now don't
get me wrong it was fun to walk across the stage and receive my
diploma, and the parties and dances in the weeks before and after
graduation were fun, but then it was all over with, and I'm thinking,
"Okay, so what do I do now?"
Now Jeff had been accepted into the School of Management at a college
on the other side of the state and had been accepted into an Early
Start Program that would lead to him receiving his BA degree in three
years instead of the usual four. So three weeks after graduation he
and his folks packed up all his stuff into their van and after a long
tearful goodbye, Jeff headed off to college.
Jeff and I exchanged e-mails and some IMs during the summer but it
was obvious that he was wrapped up in his new studies. After a number
of exchanges where he only wanted to talk about a linear programming
assignment he was working on, where I wanted to talk about some new
clothes that I had bought and what some of the kids that we graduated
with were doing, the volume of our contacts faded to just an
occasional short message.
I guess I was pretty depressed as I didn't really want to do anything
and just spent most of my time hanging around the house and watching
TV and reading a few romance novels, and trying out a few new recipes
in the kitchen. Finally, around the end of summer, Mother read me the
riot act one morning. "Shaun, you've got to stop just hanging around
the house and feeling sorry for yourself. And you've let your
appearance go to hell. Have you really looked at yourself in the
mirror lately?" Well, I guess I hadn't so I got up and lumbered into
the bathroom and look at myself and was shocked. I hadn't put on any
makeup for weeks, and my hair was a mess, and my face looked sort of
puffy so I got on the scales and found that my weight had ballooned
from 135 up to almost 155 and I had this small white roll of fat
bulging out over the tops of my jeans, and I hadn't bothered to put
on a bra and my fatty tits were just sagging and flopping around
under an old Tee-shirt I had pulled on that morning.
"The first thing that you're going to do", Mother directed me, "Is to
go and clean yourself up, and fix your hair and makeup. And then
you're going to get on the treadmill for an hour in the morning and
another hour in the afternoon - every day - and you're going to
follow a strict diet from now on." "Yes Mother", I meekly said. And
she made me stick to her directions! But I guess it was for the best
as within two months I looked a lot better and has lost a lot of the
weight that I'd gained - I wasn't back to 135 and was still a bit on
the chubby side but at least my body was more toned and I no longer
had a roll of fat showing over the top of my jeans.
"Now that you're looking better", she announced one morning, "It's
time to make some decisions about what you're going to be doing with
your spare time now that you're not in school. I've been thinking
about this for some time and I think that now is the time to make
some changes. I've got some shopping to do but will be back in
several hours and then we'll start." I was, like, "Start? Start
what?", but I didn't want to anger Mother so I spent the next several
hours cleaning and tidying up the house till she returned.
When she returned, Mother called me into the kitchen and had me sit
down at the table. "Shaun", she said, "I've noticed what an aptitude
you have for housework and what a good job you do." I blushed at the
praise as she continued, "And I've checked with several of the other
families that live nearby and a number of them would like to hire you
to do some housework for them. You really don't seem to have any
other plans at the moment so this will give you something to both
keep you occupied, and allow you to earn some money."
So far, all this sounded okay to me so I didn't object, and Mother
continued, "But I think that you need to look more professional so I
bought you several uniforms to wear", and she took two boxes out of
the shopping bag that she had placed on the floor by the table, and
slid one of them across the table to me. I opened it and found that
it contained a tiny black miniskirt with white lace trim, some sort
of hat, a pair of white knee-length stockings and two black strap-
sandals with 5 inch spike heels. "But Mother", I started to say but
she waived me to silence and just told me to put the uniform on. I
did as I was told although it must have taken me almost a half hour
to get everything adjusted so that it fit properly. As I was taking
the items out of the box I saw that it was marked "French Maid - 3
piece uniform." And when I was finally dressed in the uniform and I
looked in the mirror, I was aghast. The bottom of the miniskirt came
to just below my rear end, and the top was low-cut and had a built-in
bra that was not only heavily padded, it lifted up and emphasized my
breasts so that only the very bottom of my breasts and my nipples
were covered and I had all this soft flesh billowing out over the
top. The shoes with the spike heels made my legs look much longer
and when I walked in them, I had an exaggerated side-to-side swing of
my hips that made the bottom of the miniskirt swing back and forth
and revealed the black lace panties that Mother had put out for me to
wear that morning. Mother just looked at me and had me turn around
several times while she inspected me and then said, "Not bad. You
look very nice in it. Now why don't you just wear it fulltime for the
next week or so while you get used to it and I can give you some
pointers on how you're supposed to act and move when you're in other
people's houses." I was shocked. I had to go to the neighbor's houses
dressed this way? A few tears began to trickle down my cheeks as
Mother gathered up the second box and took it upstairs to her room,
leaving me standing in the kitchen, sobbing softly.
So for the next week or so, I wore the French Maid's uniform whenever
I was not in bed. I rapidly learned to accommodate the 5 inch spike
heels and Mother was constantly offering me suggestions as to how to
walk, and act, and talk to my employers, and enter and leave a room,
and on, and on, and on. I was surprised when she awakened me one
morning and said that Mrs. V had called last night and that they were
going to have some houseguests in a week, and their house was a real
mess, and she had remembered that Mother had said that I was
interested in making a little extra money by doing some housework,
and she was wondering whether I would be willing to spend most of the
next week helping her get their house in shape for their guests.
Mother had immediately told her that I would love to help her and
that I was due there at 9 am - just a little over an hour from now.
So I showered and grabbed a hurried breakfast while my hair dried,
and put on my makeup and maid's uniform and actually rang the
doorbell at the V's house several minutes early. Mrs. V opened the
door and just stared at me for almost a minute and I began to blush
as she said, "Why Shaun, you look so pretty in your uniform. Come in
and you can get started." So for the rest of the week, I arrived at
the V's house at 9 am and worked there till 5pm, when I came home and
prepared supper for Mother and myself. After supper I'd clear the
dishes and then do several hours worth of housework at our house
before I went to bed between 9 pm and 10 pm, exhausted, and
immediately fell asleep. After my nervousness at wearing the maid's
uniform in front of Mr. and Mrs. V the first day, I settled into a
routine and found that I really enjoyed cleaning up their house and
making it look ever so much better, and as I'd walk past a mirror and
see my reflection, I'd think, "What a pretty uniform." At the end of
the week Mrs. V paid me and told me what a great job I had done and
how she would recommend me to the neighbors and as Mr. V shook my
hand as le let me out the front door I felt him slip something into
my palm and when I was walking over to my house I looked in my hand
and found a folded up $50 bill. That was so nice of him but then I
remembered that Mother had said that I must give all my earnings to
her to cover room and board. "But a tip isn't really earnings, is
it", I thought, so I shoved the $50 bill down into my panties to hide
it from Mother and then later in the day, hid the money between pages
of a book in the family room.
After that I began to get more and more requests from the people in
our neighborhood and pretty soon I was so busy that I was booked up
several weeks in advance. I really enjoyed working for our neighbors
- well, all except two of them. At the Johnson's house, I didn't like
the way that Mr. J kept looking at me and telling me how nice I
looked and whenever his wife wasn't around he started coming over to
me and putting his arm around my shoulder as he explained how he
wanted some task done. I told Mother what he was doing as we had
supper that night and she explained that it was not my position to
correct my employer and that I should simply ignore Mr. J. Oh yeah?
Easier said than done. Because the next day when he was standing next
to me he reached down under my miniskirt and began stroking my rear
end and telling me how pretty I looked and how much he liked me and
then one thing kind of led to another and soon he had me kneeling on
the floor in front of him and giving him a blowjob. I felt so dirty
and humiliated as I sucked on his cock but I knew that if I
complained to Mother that she would just take his side so I continued
performing oral sex on Mr. J at least once a day. I guess the only
good thing about the whole situation was that when I was finished at
the end of the week, Mr. J gave me a $200 tip, told me to be sure to
keep "our little secret" and winked at me.
The other neighbors I wasn't wild about were the Henderson's. Well,
Mr. & Mrs. H were pretty nice but they had two sons, one who had
graduated a year before and one who was now a senior. Now their sons
hadn't bothered me while I was at school, just pretty much ignored
me, but whenever they were home and their parents weren't around
they'd come into the room where I was working and make suggestive
comments about my uniform and how I walked and talked - calling me a
sissy. They never touched me the way Mr. J had, but they sure made my
job harder. They kept complaining about how I had done some task and
insisted that I do it again, and sometimes even a third time. And
they kept leaving messes for me to clean up. I guess it didn't bother
me so much to be continually called to clean up some dirty dishes
they had left behind, but the messes they left in the bathroom really
grossed me out. Now I know that boys generally aren't as clean as
girls in their toileting habits - at least partly because girls have
to sit on the toilet to pee we get all of it in the toilet bowl. And
I know that boys will occasionally have a problem aiming their
"stream" and get a little pee on the toilet seat or the floor. But it
looked like the Henderson boys were deliberately trying to make
messes for me to clean up. Almost every morning when I were in to
clean up their bathroom after they'd showered and dressed for the
day, I'd find pee splattered all over the toilet seat and little
pools of it on the floor by the toilet, and it really annoyed me to
have to spend all that time down on my hands and knees cleaning up
their messes. I complained to Mother about it one night and she just
brushed me off with, "That's just the way that boys are." But what
really annoyed me the most about the Henderson's was that when they
paid me, they never gave me a tip, and kept complaining about how
much I charged. I just smiled and lowered my eyes but I was thinking,
"Yeah, well see if you can find someone else to clean up after your
dirty animals of sons for what you're paying me."
It was mid November when Mr. J called Mother and told her that Mrs. J
was going on a two-week cruise with her sister and mother over the
Thanksgiving holidays and would I be free to take care of their house
in her absence. I guess I must have gotten a funny look on my face as
I thought about the prospect of spending another two weeks giving Mr.
J his daily blow job, as Mother got this stern look on her face and
reminded me that I should not judge my employer. "Yeah, sure", I
thought, "You try not judging him when he's got his cock in your
face", but then the thought of Mother, down on her knees in front of
Mr. J and giving him a blow job was so funny that I almost burst out
laughing.
"One other thing", Mother continued, "I noticed that your uniform is
getting a little worn so you should probably start using the second
uniform that I bought for you. I put it in your closet yesterday
afternoon." I'd seen the box on the top shelf in my closet but hadn't
thought much about it till I took it off the shelf just before going
to bed, put it on my bed, opened it and examined its contents. OH
SHIT! If I though the first uniform was revealing, this one was
almost grotesque. Instead of a miniskirt, this one had what was
effectively just a large black garter belt at the bottom. And there
wasn't really a top but two strips of black cloth with white trim
coming up from the garter belt in front and passing over my chest
before tying behind my neck so my whole back was uncovered. And while
the strips of cloth that came up the front did cover me up a little,
anyone looking at me from the side could clearly see my breasts. And
worse, I found out that when I leaned forward or reached out to the
side, my breasts would often slide out from under the cloth strips
and I would have to hurriedly stuff them back under to hide them.
When I put on a pair of black lace stockings and snapped them to the
garter belt, and put on my spike heels, and the little white lace cap
on my head I thought that I looked more like a hooker than a maid and
I was hoping that when Mother saw how revealing the uniform was, that
she would buy a more conservative uniform. But the first time that
she saw me wearing it she just complemented on how nice I looked in
it. "Nice?", I thought, "Yeah, sure, if you think that walking around
so that everyone can see your tits flopping around is 'nice'."
When I was getting ready to go over to Mr. J's the first time in my
new uniform, I made sure that my overcoat was securely buttoned up
and as he opened the door and invited me to come in and offered to
take my coat for me, I was really embarrassed as I turned my back to
him and unbuttoned my coat but he slipped it off and turned to hang
it up in the closet without really looking at me. But a few seconds
later as he turned from the closet and looked at me as I turned to
face him, he drew in his breath and his eyes widened as he looked me
up and down for almost a minute and I could see that he was getting
an erection in his slacks. "Why Shaun, that new uniform looks so nice
on you", he said, "Why don't you come into the kitchen to see what I
have for you." "Oh crap", I thought, "I bet I'm going to have to give
him a blow job right away."
My fears were confirmed when we went into the kitchen and Mr. J
immediately dropped his slacks and boxers, revealing a huge erection,
and with a big smile on his face, motioned for me to come over to
him. As I got ready to drop to my knees in front of him, he grabbed
me by the shoulders, spun me around and slammed me down on the
kitchen table, crushing my breasts against its top and leaving my ass
sticking up in the air toward him. He tore off my garter belt,
leaving my ass exposed. "Oh My God", I thought, "This can't be
happening to me", and then I felt him shove his cock up my rear end.
The shock and pain were so great that I cried out and that only
seemed to embolden him as he yelled at me, "That's it, scream you
bitch, I know you're enjoying this", and he began to thrust rapidly
into me as I screamed and squealed and cried and begged him to stop.
I don't know how long the rape lasted, but it seemed like an eternity
to me. Finally he gave one huge thrust up into me and groaned and I
knew that he had finally come. As he slowly withdrew, I just lay
there on the kitchen table, sobbing. After a minute he roughly
grabbed my shoulders, pulled me to my feet and turned me around to
face him. He looked at me for several minutes with something between
a smile and a sneer on his face as tears continued to stream down my
face. Then he reached forward, grabbed what little remained of my
uniform and tore that off, exclaiming, "The minute I saw you in those
clothes I knew that you wanted this. Now you're my bitch and these
(roughly grabbing my breasts), and this (reaching around behind me
and squeezing my ass), and this (grabbing my face and squeezing my
cheeks on either side of my mouth) belong to me! Now you slut, clean
my house and then come back and suck on my cock while I decide
whether to fuck you again." And he spun me around and gave me a hard
slap on the buttocks that nearly knocked me to the ground as I
staggered out of the kitchen to do his bidding. As if that wasn't
enough, as I was leaving the kitchen he came up behind me again,
kicked my feet out from under me, and as I fell to the floor, yelled
at me, "And when you're in your master's house you bitch slut, you
won't walk upright, you'll crawl around on your hands and knees!"
I didn't care what Mother would do to me. I couldn't remain in Mr.
J's house a minute longer than necessary. About a half hour later I
had my chance when he went down into the basement to work on
something, leaving me alone in the kitchen scrubbing the floor. As
quietly as I could, I got to my feet, tiptoed to the front hall
closet, retrieved my coat, put it on and buttoned it up, and went
silently through the front door, closing it after me before I walked
down the front walk, barefoot.
[To Be Continued]
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