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Femme de M?nage - Part 2
Belladonna
[Author's note: This story is the Second of Five Parts.]
The next morning, Jane awoke early and drew the curtains back in Charles'
bedroom. Charles groaned as the early morning light bathed down upon his
face while he struggled to open his eyes and block the sun with his hand.
"What the hell?" Charles murmured.
"Up and at them, Emma."
"What's going on?"
"Emma, yesterday you said that you want to be a lady like me, so we're
going to spend the whole day together so I can give you the experience."
"But I...," Charles began to respond, cutting himself off, not wanting to
let her know that he did not think that he meant what he had actually told
her.
"I have to admit, I was taken aback by it at first, Emma, but then I
realized, it was right up your alley."
"Why's that?"
"You clearly like embracing the topsy-turvy in life, you know, wanting to
be the lady instead of the man. I shouldn't have been so dismissive when
you said you wanted to be a maid instead of the master."
"I never said that," Charles replied, truthfully.
"You implied it," Jane retorted.
Charles shrugged before he responded, "I just said I wanted to be like
you."
"Yes, and that's a maid," Jane rejoined.
"I like to think of you as a little more than that."
"And I thank you for that, but that's not the way everyone else sees me."
"What about you?"
"It's hard not to see yourself the way everyone else does, provided you're
not delusional."
"I don't think you give yourself enough credit."
"I think you're just trying to weasel out of it," Jane rejoined with a
smirk.
"I suppose..."
"I really think it would be good for you."
"Why?"
"It would give you a day of seeing things from my perspective. You've
already gone this far, going from the master to the lady. Trust me; it's
a much shorter leap from the lady to the maid."
Fearing Jane's reaction if he refused her, Charles forced a smile to his
face as he replied, "What the hell? It's worth a shot."
Jane beamed in response while she helped Charles get out of bed. She then
stripped him naked before she helped him redress in a pair of high denier,
black tights and a cheap floral print dress that came to a rest over his
forms and shape wear.
Charles gave his reflection in the bedroom's dressing mirror a wary look
since the dress was hardly the sort of elegant feminine garment he was
used to wearing while en femme.
Jane smacked Charles' arm, breaking his concentration before she chided,
"Stop dawdling, girl, your mistress won't stand for it."
"My mistress?" Charles asked.
"Yes, she who shall remain nameless," Jane responded with a laugh.
Charles wondered who Jane was referring to, but he concluded that she was
likely telling him to pretend that he was working in the service of
someone like his ex-wife, who had been condescending to maids and women
who found themselves in the position that Charles was taking up for the
day.
"Now, lets make you pretty," Jane said with a grin as she reached for
Charles' makeup.
Charles moved slowly towards his vanity, where Jane began to remove his
makeup from the bag. She took hold of his lipstick and decided to give
him an understated look, starting with pale pink lipstick on his lips
before she added black eyeliner around his eyes.
"Does a maid need mascara?" Jane said as she stared down at Charles' face
with her mind clearly in thought.
Charles realized that Jane was talking to herself and did not offer his
opinion, however, he had never passed up an opportunity to wear mascara
before. To Jane's noticeable delight, Charles squealed as she pulled the
applicator out of the container before she gently curled his eyelashes
with it.
Jane nodded while she smiled at his face and said, "Now, that's a pretty
maid."
"Pretty? I don't know about that," Charles replied as he turned towards
the mirror and saw how his padded out body looked beneath the cheap worn
dress he was wearing.
Jane followed his eyes and noted, "It's your face I was talking about.
Don't compare your dress to the one that you wore last night. That's
apples and oranges, sweetie. That was the dress of a mistress, an elegant
lady who's squired about on the arm of some rich man like Charles Cannon."
Charles blushed at Jane's comment despite knowing that was their intended
effect. Jane paused to grin at his reaction before she continued, "And
this dress you're wearing, now, that's not meant to convey status and
class. It does, but that's not its intent. It's functional. It's for
working in, not for showing off. It's the dress of a maid. Something
I've known for years, and something you so eagerly told me you wanted to
know too."
"It's not a bad dress," Charles commented.
"No. I think it's a pretty dress. I used to like wearing it when I went
out before it got so worn. That's not its purpose anymore though."
"Can I keep it?" Charles asked, slightly embarrassed by his request to
keep such a dingy dress when he had a closet full of dresses fashioned by
some of the finest designers in the world.
"I was just planning on lending it to you," Jane answered before she
grinned and added, "But I suppose a deal can be made."
"I don't have any work dresses," Charles responded.
"Don't worry. I could always drop one of my older dresses down the ladder
into the work pile. I would just have to replace that dress. You don't
mind if I take one of yours, do you?"
"What are you going to do with it?" Charles asked.
"I was thinking about wearing it?" Jane answered as she walked towards his
closet full of dresses.
"Now?"
"No. Like you said these aren't cleaning dresses," Jane replied while she
opened the closet door
"Do you have a dress like any of those?"
Jane peered at the label of one of Charles' dresses and let out a chuckle
as she replied, "Not now, not ever in my lifetime."
"Well, I suppose I could part with one, but are you sure you could use
it?"
"Certainly. It's like you said earlier, I'm not just a maid," Jane
replied with a wink.
Charles cringed as she inspected each dress until she pulled out the one
she wanted for herself. "May I have this one, Emma?"
Giving an long, uneasy look at the sleeveless, bi-color, bi-fabric dress
with a black knit top, a boat neckline and a tiered red woven skirt he
hated to part with, Charles sighed while he replied, "Sure."
"Thanks," Jane responded while she put the dress on Charles' bed. Charles
stared at it, feeling a bit of separation anxiety as he was displeased
with having to let it go.
'Thank God I was never involved in bargaining for a living', Charles
thought as his eyes pulled away from the designer dress Jane had selected
and towards the worn and soiled one he had traded it for.
After giving an admiring glance at the dress again, Jane turned her
attention back towards Charles and said, "And, now, onto your hair."
"What the matter with it?" Charles asked.
Jane ran her fingers through his long, salt and pepper colored hair and
answered, "Nothing much. It's just that long hair has to be tied up when
you work."
"You're not going to put me in a hairnet are you?" Charles asked, slightly
alarmed.
"Emma, we're maids, girl, not cafeteria workers," Jane chided before she
lightly slapped his shoulder.
Charles nodded as if he understood Jane despite never entering a cafeteria
in his life. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Do what you think is
best, I suppose."
"You're in good hands," Jane responded.
Jane took hold of Charles' brush and brushed his hair. Charles was
surprised that she was doing it, but he could not deny that he enjoyed the
feeling of having someone brush his hair for him.
Charles remembered how his aunt's servants had brushed the hair of his
cousin. He remembered how she looked so peaceful and content when her
hair was being brushed, and he felt a surge of excitement come over him.
"How does that feel?" Jane asked, noticing his content smile.
"Wonderful," Charles replied.
"I know. It's always feels so much better when someone else brushes out
your hair."
Charles nodded while he felt a familiar pang of jealousy that had haunted
him throughout his childhood whenever he thought of his cousin. She had
been born into the life he wanted. She got pampered and treated like a
princess while his parents excepted him to be a little gentleman.
Charles' childhood longing to be pretty and complimented and gushed at as
he came down the stairs in a pretty dress or at a ballet recital returned
to the forefront of his mind for a moment, until the feeling of the brush
running through his hair sent those memories back to the part of his mind
that harbored the thoughts he loathed to explore.
Jane then took hold of a black hair tie and gathered Charles' hair
together. She pulled it back and began to tie it up while Charles watched
her in the mirror.
Jane finished tying back his hair in a mid high ponytail and said, "That's
a pretty good approximation of my hair. Well, as best I can at least,
given your length."
Charles gazed at his hair and nodded in agreement. He clutched at his
ponytail and realized that his hair coloring was virtually identical to
Jane's. It was only Jane's shoulder length bob cut that made their hair
distinguishable.
"Now, let's just finish off the outfit," Jane said with a grin while she
scurried about the room and took hold of a gray apron. She put the strap
over Charles' head before she told him to stand up.
Jane then tied the bib straps behind Charles' back in a big bow over the
back of his dress, while Charles offered no resistance. He stared down at
the apron and wondered how he had gotten himself into such a situation.
Jane stepped away from Charles and said, "Now, that's really more like me.
Don't you agree?"
"I really don't think of you as..."
"We've been over this before," Jane responded, cutting Charles off.
Charles fell silent while his eyes darted towards the full length mirror
in his bedroom. The image he saw in the mirror that mimicked his actions
was undoubtedly a maid in his mind.
'What just a change of clothes can do,' Charles thought as he looked over
his reflection
Jane broke Charles' concentration as she shouted, "Hey, Emma, I already
warned you once about dawdling. Come along, we have a lot of work to do."
"Sorry, Jane," Charles replied, slightly embarrassed by his actions.
Jane smiled at the meekness of his response while she replied, "That's
quite alright. I know this all a bit much for you right now."
"You can say that again."
"Well, it has to be. Not many ladies of the home can throw off their
designer clothes and put on apron and not miss a beat."
"Especially when they're not a lady," Charles replied.
"Yes, I've long suspect that you've always been a harlot at heart, Emma,"
Jane responded with a wink.
Charles' member stirred again as he processed Jane's words before Jane
added, "Now, put on your shoes and let's go."
"My shoes?" Charles asked as he turned towards his open closet door and
stared at his collection of heels.
Jane laughed as she responded, "I'm sorry. I didn't give you your shoes.
You can't work in any of those. Those beauties are for girls trying to
get fucked, not get a job done. I've got a nice pair of shoes for girls
like us that will work."
"I'm like you, now?" Charles asked.
"Just as you wished," Jane responded as she slapped his arm and reached
into her oversized purse and pulled out a pair of black flats adorned
solely with a cross-strap for decoration.
Charles stared at the wide width, oil resistant flats for a moment and
asked, "Do you think my feet will fit in them."
"I have no doubt. I only put these on when my big old feet really swell,"
Jane replied.
Charles stared down at Jane's pudgy feet and wondered how much bigger they
got from time to time. Jane dropped the shoes to Charles' feet and said,
"Come on already. We don't have all day, Emma."
Jane's words prompted Charles to hurriedly place his feet into her flats.
He was surprised by how comfortably his feet slipped into Jane's cheap,
flats before she said, "Let's get started. We're already behind."
'Behind what?' Charles thought while he followed her out of the bedroom.
Jane went into a closet and pulled out two buckets and said, "So what
we're going to do today is focus on the floors."
"Just the floors?" Charles asked.
"Yes, just the floors. They could really use a thorough cleaning."
"I always thought you did a good job with them."
"Well, I do, as much as one girl my age can for as long as I'm here."
"So what are you planning to do different?" Charles inquired.
"Since I've got an extra set of hands at my disposal today, I figure we
should do it right."
"And how do we do that?"
"The way maids like us have done it for centuries, on our hands and
knees."
"What?"
"We're casting off the mop today, Emma. That crutch gets the job done
quickly, but not done right. There's always some streaks, but that
doesn't happen when you put your face to the grime and really scrub the
floors."
"Are you serious?" Charles asked, slightly mortified by the prospect of
spending his whole day on the floor of his penthouse with a scrub brush
and a dirty pail of water.
Jane only nodded in response as she handed him a cleaning rag for the
marble floors and a bucket. Charles followed her into the kitchen and
helped her fill their buckets before Jane decided to start cleaning the
penthouse in Charles' bedroom.
Charles felt out of place as he schlepped the bucket into his bedroom
behind Jane. While he had shared that room with her the night before,
Charles felt as if something had changed and made it no longer acceptable
for him to be the room.
The image of a maid carrying a rag and a bucket into the room that greeted
him in the mirror only served to further cement the alien feeling of not
belonging that was growing within him. His eyes veered away from the
mirror and towards Jane as she crouched down in a corner of the room.
Jane turned towards Charles and ordered him into another corner. Charles
complied with her command, unsure of why he was letting Jane call the
shots. He crouched down in the corner and got onto his hands and knees.
He followed Jane's lead and dipped the rag into the water before he began
to press it into the stone beneath him. Charles swirled the rag around
like Jane until he saw her ring out her rag.
Charles mimicked Jane's action and shot a frown at the black liquid that
came dripping out of his rag into the bucket, instantly clouding the water
he dipped the rag back into. Charles stared over at Jane as he went back
to washing the floors and gazed at her rear, which was peeking out from
beneath her dress.
Jane turned her head and caught Charles' glance, prompting him to quickly
turn his head away from her with flush cheeks. Jane laughed and shook her
head while she continued cleaning the bedroom floor.
Charles smiled at Jane's response, intrigued and hoping that the day would
end the same way as the night before had. Charles daydreamed about
experiencing the feeling of their flesh grinding into each other as his
stocking covered legs wrapped around Jane's again.
The daydream came to an end as Charles stared at the male clothing in the
open closet that he had backed himself partly into. The clothes reminded
him of the wealthy, upstanding man the world expected him to be. That
Charles Cannon was nothing like the Emma cleaning the floor right before
the closet containing the master of the home's clothing.
Sure he was something like the old Emma Charles had been in private, but
the new Emma seemed, to Charles, to be of a different station in life.
The new Emma was of a station that did not draw the attention of men like
Charles Cannon, except for the occasional condescending or scolding
remark.
The thought of being such a lowly girl filled Charles' mind. Disturbed by
how excited his fanciful thoughts were making him, Charles shook his head
as he wrung out the rag again and continued on past the closet doors while
Jane continued her own cleaning.
They finished with the room and then began to make their way into the
hallway. As Charles stared down at it from his knees, it never seemed as
long to him.
'I can't believe Lynn gave anyone grief for this,' Charles thought as his
mind drifted to the many times his ex-wife berated the help for failing to
clean the home to her exhausting standards.
As they worked their way towards the living room, Jane veered away from
Charles for a moment. Charles wondered what she was up to before he heard
the television come on.
Charles gave Jane an inquisitive look while she walked back towards him.
Jane smiled as she said, "The sounds will help us keep our minds focused."
Jane's response was met with disbelief by Charles, but he figured that if
Jane liked the sound of the television in the background, he was not going
to argue. He shook his head as she got back down on the floor with him,
giving him another good look at her rear as she bent over and scrubbed the
ground before him.
Charles wanted to mount her in the hallway, but he repressed those urges
that he felt bordered on animalistic. Charles tried, instead, to focus on
the task at hand, even as the sound of the television filled his ears and
the smell of the dingy water wafted into his nose.
As they finished in the hallway, they got up and dumped the water from
their buckets. Jane put new water and cleaner into the buckets before
they entered the living room. Jane smiled as Charles got down onto his
knees and began to scrub the floor while she dawdled a bit in front of the
television while she watched a story on the news.
It took Charles a few minutes to realize that Jane was not beside him in
the room cleaning. He stared at her for a few seconds before he asked,
"Jane, are you alright?"
"Sorry I just get a little distracted," she responded with a smile before
she knelt down and began to clean the floor. Charles grinned as Jane
cleaned the living room beside him before they went back into the hallway.
As their day cleaning together continued on into the early afternoon, Jane
veered away from Charles again and sat down on his couch. She stared at
the television and put on a soap opera as she put her feet up.
Charles stood up and walked towards the living room. From the hallway,
Charles shot her a glance, prompting Jane to remark, "Emma, I've been
cleaning homes for decades. I don't have all that stamina that you have.
I need a rest."
Charles shrugged, finding her statement reasonable and believable.
Jane then smiled as she asked, "Now, if you want to be a dear. Why don't
you keep going and clean the kitchen floor. I'll be in a little bit to
help you make lunch."
Charles smiled while he replied, "As you wish, Ma'am."
Jane shared a laugh with Charles before he walked out of the room to clean
the kitchen floor. Jane smirked as she heard him groan a little as he got
back onto his hands and knees before she turned up the television and let
out a content sigh.
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