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I Shouldn't Have Answered The Door
Background
As T-girls go, I consider myself very lucky. The first reason is that
I'm not too large and have soft features so when I cross-dress, whilst
I'm no stunner I usually get compliments on how good I look. The second
reason is that I have a female friend, Susan, who's totally cool with me
spending time round hers dressed. She even lets me play the maid round
her flat - do her ironing, clean the kitchen, serve her drinks. I
wouldn't dream of leaving the flat dressed, this is something that she
and I know about, something we both get something from but it doesn't go
any further . It was whilst I was round her flat one day dressed as a
maid that this story is set.
And just to be clear, when I say I dress as a maid, you won't see me in
some skimpy nylon or silk flouncy number with petticoats and 5" heels.
Oh no, I have a much more practical outfit - black cotton, just above the
knee, with a peter pan collar and a plain white apron. My shoes are no
more than 2" high and I wear practical black tights. Under the dress, I
always wear my corset and hip pads to give me a feminine shape and top
the look off with a black bob wig and simple make-up. The whole idea is
that I blend in, not stand out. After all, there's work to be done.
This one Saturday, I was round Susan's flat and working my way through
her ironing pile. She'd taken her shower and had just stepped across the
hallway and gone to her bedroom to dress when the doorbell rang. I froze
on the spot, mainly because from where I was ironing I could see the down
the hallway to a female shape through the frosted glass of the door to
the flat.
"Could you get that for me," shouted Susan from the bedroom, "I don't
have any clothes on!"
My heart skipped another beat. Firstly because I'd never revealed my
maid self to anyone but Susan before. And secondly because the bedroom
was closer to the door than me and whoever was waiting would have heard
the instruction. What do I do, I can't ignore that there's someone
there, Susan's expecting me to get the door. Maybe it's just a neighbour
dropping something off, or even a female post lady? Ah well, I thought,
I'll just smile politely and get this over with.
With my heart beating double time, I walked as confidently as I could
muster down the hallway to the door. The clip clop of my heels echoed on
the woodblock flooring, deafening in the otherwise silent flat. Well,
silent other than my racing heart which I was sure the whole world could
hear. As I stepped forward, I hatched a plan...if I was engaged in
conversation, I'd pretend to be a Polish cleaner with only a slim grasp
of English. Yes, that would work, not say much, smile politely, nod. My
name...think, brain, think...Magda! That'd been the name of a cleaner I once
had. Brilliant, that'll do.
I gingerly opened the door.
"Oh hi," said the young woman in front of me. She was in her early 30s,
long hair, attractive, dressed casually. She peered searchingly over my
shoulder. "I was looking for Susan?"
OK, I thought, here goes nothing. I mentally softened my voice.
"Hallo. My name Magda? I clean for Susan? Iron?" I made an ironing
gesture with my hand.
"Ah ok," she replied, smiling, "is Susan around?"
I heard Susan's bedroom door open and looked round to see Susan step out
into the hallway with a towel around her. She was tousling her hair with
a smaller hand towel.
"Oh hi, Helen!" Susan said. "Sorry, I've only just got out the shower."
"Hi Susan! Sorreeee! Look, just wanted to invite you round for a coffee
- some of the other girls from the block are coming over in about half an
hour and wondered if you wanted to join us?"
"Yeh, that'd be fab - thanks!" said Susan. "I'll just throw some clothes
on first if you don't mind!"
"Ha! Of course!" replied Helen, "see you at about 11 then?"
"No probs," answered Susan. She looked at me briefly then smiled and
added "hey, do you want to borrow Magda here to help you get everything
ready? She's just about done with the ironing and she's very helpful you
know."
She exaggerated my name and gave me a knowing smile when she said it. I
pleaded with my eyes and prayed that Helen declined the offer.
"Wow," answered Helen, "that'd be great - thanks. You sure you don't
mind?"
"No, not at all," said Helen, "take her now and I'll be over in about 15
minutes. You don't mind, do you Magda?"
She looked at me and I looked at her. I gathered my breath and replied.
"I go make coffee? I go now?" I mustered, in an attempt at broken
Polish.
"Yes," she replied, "go now, I'll follow."
"Yes, Miss Susan," I answered, reluctantly.
Helen laughed. "You've got her well trained! Come on then, Magda."
She beckoned for me to follow her. I took a final look at Susan to see
her waving me away dismissively, ignoring my pleading eyes. I followed
Helen across the hallway down the stairs and out the front door of the
block.
"It's not far, Magda," Helen said cheerily, "just across here and into
the other block. How long have you been in the UK?"
"I come 6 months since Poland," I replied. I was starting to get the
hang of this broken English thing now, "my English not good."
"That's fine," said Helen, "don't worry I'm sure you'll pick it up. My
husband's working in his study, he speaks Polish, he might be able to
give you a few pointers."
Oh shit, I thought.
It wasn't far to the flat and she led me in the front door of the block,
up her stairs to the first floor and into the flat.
"Right," she said, "ok, the kitchen's at the end there. If you could get
the coffee machine going, get some cups out and you'll find some cakes in
the cupboard as well. There'll be four of us so if you could find the
cups and get them on a tray. Is that all ok?"
"Yes, Miss Helen," I answered obediently. "coffee for four. Cake."
"Excellent. I'll go tidy the lounge."
I headed to the kitchen and got busy. The coffee machine was pretty
standard and I soon found everything I needed - cups, cakes, side plates,
a tray. It was quite nice being on my own again tho I was nervous as
hell about what might happen next. I was gazing out of the kitchen
window waiting for the coffee to filter through when I heard the doorbell
go.
"Magda," Helen shouted from the lounge, "could you be a darling and get
that?"
What could I do. Here I was in a stranger's kitchen, dressed as a maid
and pretending to be Polish. I'm not sure how I got here but as I saw
it, I just needed to keep my act together for as long as it took. And
remember to give Susan a right old talking to when I saw her again.
"Yes, Miss Helen," I replied.
I walked down the hallway and answered the door. It was Susan. She
smiled mischievously.
"Ah Magda! I see you've made yourself at home!" she teased.
I gritted my teeth. "What are you playing at?!" I said quietly.
"Oh come on," she said, brushing an imaginary fleck of dust from my
sleeve, "I bet you're having a whale of a time! Isn't this one of your
fantasies?"
She had me there. I'd often talked about wanting to do this but had
never plucked up the courage. She was right, she'd pushed me to a
situation I'd be too nervous to actually create myself.
"So come on," she continued, "just relax and enjoy yourself. This is
meant to be fun remember? Now be a good maid and show me through to the
lounge, ok?"
I paused whilst I thought this through. "Yes, Miss Susan," I eventually
answered.
I took her through to the lounge and left the ladies hugging and catching
up. I returned to the kitchen to finish the coffee. I'd no sooner got
back to the kitchen when the doorbell rang again.
"Magda!" Helen shouted from the lounge. I knew exactly what she wanted
me to do. Again I walked down the hallway to the door of the flat and
opened it. There were two women stood there, a similar age to Susan and
Helen. They look at me quizzically but all I could do was smile back.
"Good Morning, come in please. I take coats?" I asked. They stepped in
but were still giving me odd looks, confused looks. Thankfully Helen
appeared from the lounge to explain.
"Hi Ladies! I see you've met Magda? This is Susan's Saturday maid who's
kindly offered to help us this morning. She's new to the UK. From
Poland. Magda, this is Julia and Lucy."
"Miss Julia. Miss Lucy." I smiled at them as they handed me their
coats.
"Wow," Julia exclaimed, "she's a treasure! Where do I get me one of
these?"
"Ha! Well I'm sure Susan will share the agency details with you if you
ask. Now come on, let's go sit down and catch up. Magda, please hang
the coats up and then bring through the coffee would you."
"Yes, Miss Helen," I replied. I think I may even have dropped in a small
curtsey for good measure.
I hung the coats up and made my way back to the kitchen. I finished
making the coffee and put all the items on the tray to deliver to the
lounge. As I entered the room with the tray, they all looked up at me.
It was Susan who spoke first.
"Ah, isn't she a treasure! You're doing a fine job there, Magda!"
I smiled. "Thank you Miss Susan."
Lucy looked at Susan and laughed. "I love the way she addresses everyone
as Miss! That is so precious!"
"I know!" laughed Susan, "she wasn't like that when I first started using
her but I thought, well, if I'm going to get value out of this I'm going
to damn well get some proper service! She's great at ironing and
cleaning. She's even cooked for me too."
I smiled coyly and blushed as I put the tray down.
"Susan, you've found a real star here," said Julia. "You must let me
know which agency she's through, I could really use a girl like her."
"Oh she's not through an agency," explained Susan looking at me with a
smile in her eyes, "she offered her services directly and I took her up
on the offer. So if you want to use her I'm sure we could negotiate
something?"
You know that feeling when you wish the ground would open up and swallow
you? I was having one of those right now. Dressed as a maid, serving
these four ladies in a place I didn't know, with my services being
offered out by my friend? It was humiliating. Though in all honesty, a
quite exciting prospect too.
"You know," said Julia, "I may well take you up on that."
"Right," said Helen, masterfully. "Enough chit-chat. Thank you Magda.
You may leave us now to enjoy our coffee. My husband's in his study at
the end of the hall. We won't be needing you for a while and he knows
you're here so if you go see him he'll give you a quick English lesson."
Oh.....shit. I tried my hardest not to betray what I was feeling inside.
"Y...y...yes Miss Helen." I mustered a small curtsey.
I left the room and slowly made my way down the hall to a closed door,
which I assumed must be the study. The door was closed. I knocked.
"prosz? czeka?" said the voice inside.
Oh shit. I had no idea what that meant. I didn't know any Polish.
None. Zip. I could only assume it meant come in. I opened the door.
The man inside was sat at a desk but look flushed and was fumbling with
his trouser buttons under the desk.
"What are you doing? I asked you to wait!" he said angrily. "Nie m?wisz
po polsku?"
Now I really was caught. I had no idea what he said. I just stood
there.
"zamkn?? drzwi," he said softly, looking at me inquisitively. I stood
there, rooted to the spot, unsure what to do.
"Close the door, just like I asked," he said slowly and confidently.
I closed the door then turned to face him. He got up from the chair and
stood about a foot away from me. I looked down to my feet but I could
feel his eyes burning into me.
"You're not Polish are you," he said. It was more of a statement than a
question. What could I say. He had me. I shook my head.
His eyes narrowed. "Now why would someone pretend to be Polish?" he
asked himself. I could sense he was trying to figure this out in his
head.
"But all those girls out there think you're Polish don't they."
I nodded.
"And you wouldn't want them to find out that you're not." This was
another statement, not a question.
I shook my head, still gazing at my shoes.
"And is it important to you that they don't find out?"
I looked up now and caught his gaze. He was a good 6 inches taller than
me. Not bad looking as guys go, clean shaven, short dark hair. I nodded
in answer to his question. He knew he had the power in this situation
and smiled to show this.
"OK," he bargained, "so you'd better do something for me to buy my
silence hadn't you."
He maintained my gaze whilst his hands fumbled with his trousers again.
I looked down to see what he was doing. Oh God. He'd undone his
trousers and released an erect cock from his underwear. Now I know why
he was looking so flushed when I came in, he'd been playing with himself
whilst surfing on the PC. That's why he'd been so angry with me
interrupting him...I'd caught him wanking!
"Since you interrupted my little moment of self-pleasure, I think the
least you can do is finish me off?" Although he asked it as a question
there was no hint of doubt in my mind that I had a choice. I looked up
at his eyes, unsure what to do next.
"I wouldn't wait around too long thinking about it if I were you," he
explained, "it won't be long til they've finished their coffee and are
calling you back. At which point I WILL have to explain that you're not
who you say you are. Is that what you want?"
It wasn't what I wanted. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Well, a hard something anyway. I was beginning to see there was only one
way out of this.
It was as if he sensed I was giving in when I felt his hand on my
shoulder as he gently pushed me down onto my knees. His stiff manhood
was now level with my mouth, the end glistening in readiness. I looked
up at him again, he was looking down at me.
"C'mon, you know what to do," he said softly.
I parted my lips and took his head in my mouth. It was soft and wet. I
tried to remember everything I'd read in other fiction stories about
keeping my teeth away from the shaft and creating suction. I'd never
done this before. I took as much of his shaft as I could into my mouth.
"Oh yes, that's it. Nearly there," he said breathily.
He started pumping rhythmically and I was grateful that he'd already
started the job himself so that this wouldn't take too long. His pumping
got faster, faster, harder, harder until suddenly he stopped, arched his
back and pushed harder and slower than before as I felt waves of cum hit
the back of my mouth and run down my throat.
I kept the seal around his shaft tight and tried to swallow every last
drop, the last think I needed was for any of this to spill onto my dress.
No idea how I'd explain that one away!
No sooner had he finished pumping then he withdrew from my mouth and
started buttoning up his jeans. I collapsed onto my knees, drained.
"Well done you, that was excellent," he said, "now quickly, get yourself
to the bathroom. Helen's make-up is on the shelf - you need to tidy up
your lipstick if you don't want to get either of us into trouble. And I
don't know why you're pretending to be Polish and to be honest I don't
care. But if I see you round here again, I'll be expecting a similar
service. Do you understand?"
I nodded as I gathered myself up to my feet. I left the study, closing
the door behind me and made my way to the bathroom. Sure enough, there
was Helen's make-up so I did a repair job on my face and made my way back
to the kitchen.
It wasn't long before I heard a shout of "Oh Magda!" from the lounge. I
made my way through, managed to summon a smile and gathered up the coffee
things without saying a word. I retreated to the kitchen, did the
washing up and generally tidied the place up. The kitchen door opened
and Susan entered.
"Come on then Magda, time to come back with me," she said with a smile on
her face. I looked at her with relief in my eyes.
"Yes, it's only fair you have a bit of a rest because I've just lent you
out to Lucy who's having a dinner party tonight and wants to use your
services. She's coming to pick you up around 5pm. You don't mind do
you."
What could I say!
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