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THE WHITE APRON DID IT - 2 By Monica Graz PART 5 During the next few hours, Lita realized the hard way what serious housework means. She also realized how easy her job was in the Arnellos family house where she had to practically take care of an empty place. They started their cleaning from the bedrooms in the first floor. She instantly understood that cleaning the four occupied and heavily used bedrooms was a different story altogether. After they finished the master bedroom and its adjoining luxurious bathroom they had to tackle the childrens' bedrooms. As expected they were very messy. Clothes thrown on the carpeted floor, wet towels on the bed, dirty knickers and bras hanging at the back of a chair. Lita was surprised and appalled. She could never believe that people can be that messy. As they were working together Rosie started explaining about the family. "This is Akilah's room, his name means 'clever' in Arabic. She is their oldest child; she has just turned 16 some weeks ago. She is really clever and very good at school but very arrogant and messy as you can see from her room," she started saying as they were stripping the bed to change the sheets. "Wow Rosie," Lita answered, "I never saw such a messy room." And immediately smiled secretly thinking that really and truly that was her first real maid's job outside the Arnellos residence, but she couldn't really reveal that to Rosie, could she! Rosie who was quite clever picked something though because she said, "Probably you never worked before in a house with teenage children. Believe me they are usually that messy." Lita blushed and answered immediately with another white lie, "You are right Rosie, I worked for older people and in one occasion for a family with very young children," thinking simultaneously that she had to remember what she was saying because she could be easily trapped in her own lies. When they moved to the next bedroom Rosie continued, "This is Zahra's room, the name means 'radiant' and it is true, Zahra who is now 14 is a very pretty girl and very coquettish." Lita had to ask this because she was thinking it all along, "Are they required to be covered those girls when they go out? Are their parents strict like that? I saw the mother before, Mrs. Ahmad I mean, who was very smartly dressed and quite heavily made up." Rosie chuckled and said, "Not here in London but when they go to Qatar they have to be covered. I spent a few weeks with them there about a year ago and I even had to wear a scarf when I was out shopping or doing errands." Lita was singularly excited hearing that but tried not to show it. Being a maid in an Arab country would have been quite a challenge she thought. When they finally reached the last bedroom, which was much tidier than the previous ones she said, "And this is the boy's room. He is 12 and his name is Asim meaning 'protector'. She smirked when she said that and added, "He is a very sweet boy and not at all the protector type. I would say he is the one who needs protection, he is very shy and vulnerable and both his sisters tease him mercilessly. He is his mother's darling boy and he is the one who protects him. The father is not happy with his son's softness and he simply ignores him. Mr. Ahmad is very traditional and would like his boy to be more assertive or even aggressive like all Arab boys should be." She chuckled as he remembered something because she added, "And Asim is the only one of the three who occasionally offers to help me with the housework. The other day he helped me with the washing up wearing one of my aprons. The girls teased him mercilessly but the mother was there to protect him as usually." Lita smiled secretly thinking that Asim was probably a boy following the steps of Dennis but also admired Rosie's clever assessment of the family and their characters, she was quite an astute woman. She had the singing accent of a Filipina but her English was correct and quite educated. Rosie understood that and said, "You know Lita, I wasn't born to be a maid; that happened from mere necessity. I studied to be a school teacher back home but the needs of my family pushed me to go abroad and look for a job so I can send back the invaluable foreign currency, quite a standard practice for us Filipinas." Lita felt guilty when she heard that. Here is Rosie becoming a maid out of necessity and he (Dennis) in Lita's persona pretending to be a maid for what? Some deeply rooted erotic feeling? A submissive streak? Some unfulfilled desire to serve the others? A guild feeling because he was born into the world of the rich? A mixture of all? He/she still was trying to explain it. But then she had a glimpse of her image in the bathroom mirror and seeing her Lita persona in her slightly dishevelled uniform and soiled apron she thought, 'No, this is me, I belong to these clothes now and I want to continue belonging to them!' And she silently repeated her mantra, 'I am a she, I want to be a convincing female and I want to be a maid!' And then she heard Rosie's voice again, "And thinking of that, you sound quite educated yourself. I saw you before when you talked to Mme Ahmad and you were trying to speak in bad English with an accent, but all that time we work together your English is very posh and upmarket, so to speak." She gave Lita a quizzical look and added, "And of course I can see that your experience in cleaning is limited. The way you hold the vacuum cleaner, the way you dust or clean bathrooms is much slower than the average cleaner. I don't want to be critical here and I can see that you try very hard and that you are eager to do an excellent job but you are not what you appear to be." Lita blushed all over when she heard that. She was so relaxed and pleased working next to Rosie that she forgot completely about her pretend uneducated persona. It never occurred to her that a Filipina maid would pick that. She felt even more uncomfortable when she realized that she was herself a victim of the stereotypical approach of all the so called 'civilized Westerners', that a Filipina is there to be a domestic servant and that's about it. Her mind was working fast, she had to answer to Rosie's remarks. Should she reveal partly the truth to her adding probably some pretend reasons why she was doing it? She decided to be more straightforward with Rosie. She already confessed to Magda her fantasies and inclinations. Why not to Rosie? Somehow it was simpler for her to reveal her inner feelings to a domestic worker than to some one of her own class and wealth. Except of course the fact that under Lita's utterly convincing disguise a young man was hiding. "You are very clever Rosie and you picked well, I am not a maid by necessity, I am a maid because I am in the middle of a project as part of my university studies. It has to do with the influx in the West of domestic workers from third world countries and how the developed Western world is coping with that." She stopped and looked at Rosie who had a sceptical look then continued, "I thought if I could step in a real maid's shoes I could get a proper inside feeling of what those people are facing with their employers, their paper work etc." Rosie smirked, "Come on Lita, it certainly is something more than that, I saw you looking at yourself in the mirror before, admiring your maid's uniform and apron. No real maid is doing that, they usually detest to wear a uniform. I think you get a thrill from wearing one." Lita froze when she heard Rosie's quite accurate assessment. She felt that the woman could read her like an open book. What is she going to say now? Just accept the stark reality that she gets a sinister pleasure from being a uniformed servant or find another kind of excuse. Once again, she decided to go for a partial truth, Rosie was no match for her. "You are right Rosie. I get a sinister pleasure from wearing the maid's uniform and the apron in particular. I feel that I belong to those clothes! Lita exclaimed her voice cracking from emotion. "Ikaw ay masunurin at mapagpakumbaba," Rosie said in fast Tagalog and of course Lita couldn't understand it. Rosie seeing Lita's wonder expression said in English, "You are obedient and humble; this is what those words mean in our language. We have people like you in Manila where I come from but they usually are effeminate men who want to work as maids. Are you sure you are not a boy underneath Lita?" Rosie laughed as she asked the question. Wow! This woman is so perceptive Lita thought blushing all over again but this time she decided to defend Lita's female pesrona so she answered indignantly, "Of course not, how could you say that! I'm all girl and very proud of that and yes, I am a submissive, this is how we are called at this end of the world." "Ok, Miss Submissive," Rosie answered in a mild tone of voice realizing that she pushed Lita a bit too far. "This is your choice and I respect it. For all I know you can be a maid to your hearts' content. I only wish I had your money and could play the way you do." Lita wasn't certain how to answer that but Rosie didn't give her a chance because she looked at her watch and added, "We'll talk more about that later but now we're running out of time, Mme Ahmad will be back shortly. Give me a hand and let's carry all those sheets and towels to the laundry room and then we can tidy up the living and dining rooms downstairs. Nothing much, just a careful dusting and vacuuming. Mme Ahmad is very particular with dust; coming from the dessert she has an aversion for it." It was past 2.00pm when they finished their chores and went back to the kitchen. Lita was starving by that stage and Rosie prepared for both two nutritious sandwiches followed by a much-needed coffee. "Madame Ahmad will be back any minute now and I should find for you a blue uniform dress, remember what she said to us, she wants us in matching uniforms." She went to hers room and came back carrying a dress like the one she was wearing. "I think this one will fit you, it used to belong to a larger girl that worked here briefly. They all come from the same shop down the road as we both know, 'Alexandra workwear'. Hurry up and change, she will be here any minute now, she always is back before the children." Lita went to the bathroom by the maid's room, the only one she and Rosie could use and changed quickly. The dress was slightly big but she didn't pay much attention. Who cares how a maid looks anyway she thought chuckling silently. Se tied her white apron back on paying attention to the symmetrical bow and joined Rosie to the kitchen. She barely had time to have another sip of her coffee when they both heard the noise of the front door opening and closing. "Madame is back," Rosie whispered to her and added, "She wants to be called Madame, the French way, her family has a connection with Lebanon and they were French speakers over there." Mme Ahmad came straight to the kitchen and both maids stood up and slightly curtseyed. She looked at them critically saying in a casual manner, "Ah, there you are girls. And you look much better with your matching blue dresses." She scanned the kitchen with her eyes as if she was inspecting the premises and then addressed Rosie, "How did it go with Lita today, is she a good enough cleaner, was she following your instructions Rosie?" Rosie answered with a little bob, "Very well Mme, Lita is a natural in housework and very eager to follow my instructions. She is a fast learner too. She could be a Filipina for all I know." Mme Ahmad turned now to Lita, "I'm glad to hear that Lita, this is a big plus if Rosie tells me that you work like a Filipina, they are the best in housework as we all know. I asked Rosie to assess your work and whole demeanour as a cleaner and maid. If Rosie's comments were negative I wouldn't have kept you. Of course, they will be other occasions to judge your performance but for the time being you have a job in this house three days a week." Lita curtseyed once more and remembering her Pidgin English she said in a heavy accent, "Thank you Mme, I try to be good with work in this house and help Rosie as much as I can." She noticed with the corner of her eye that Rosie looked amused with her performance in front of Mme, now that she knew the truth. Mme Ahmad though understood nothing and said, "Good. Carry on girls with your chores, the children will be back soon and you have to organize their meal. They come back very hungry as Rosie knows very well. I'm going upstairs to change." "Yes Mme," they both replied in unison Top of Form Bottom of Form PART 6 Lita was full of contradicting feelings and emotions as she was walking fast towards the Arnellos residence. She was still wearing the blue uniform dress that Rosie gave her. She felt slightly embarrassed as she realised that they were strong discolorations at the hem of the dress most probably from the use of cleaning chemicals, but as usually nobody seemed to pay any attention to the young woman walking in the streets of Mayfair. She was obviously a cleaner or a maid going to or coming back from an errand. A whole new chapter of her Lita persona has been opened widely as she acted as a maid during the past few hours at the Ahmad's residence, a chapter that touched her profoundly. She had experienced in a disturbingly exciting way that being a maid in a 'real life' situation was something that kept her very alert and alive. She let everybody in the Ahmad residence to boss her around and to give her orders and instructions and peculiarly enough she found that this 'putting her down' situation was bringing constant waves of secret joy and sexual stimulation. She simply couldn't understand what was happening to her. She had a feeling that an inner force had taken over and was pushing her Lita persona to new totally unchartered waters. She found herself suddenly in front of the Arnellos residence building. She automatically used the servants' entrance and the service lift that took her up to the apartment. She entered from the back door directly to the kitchen. She removed her cardigan and automatically put her white half apron on. A thin smile crossed her lips as she then realised that this little white piece of material, this small apron, had started everything! She was wondering if Miss Magda was at home and if she would have to prepare dinner for her, as she was washing her hands in the kitchen sink, when she heard a noise and turned. Miss Magda was looking at her disapprovingly. "I told you before Lita that is not hygienic to wash your hands in the kitchen sink; you should do that in your own room using your own basin." Lita blushed as she hurriedly dried her hands in a tea towel. "Sorry Miss Magda, I just came in and I completely forgot about that." "Try to remember next time please, I don't like to repeat myself girl." "Yes, Miss of course," Lita answered blushing even more and continued, "Would you like me to prepare some dinner or you have other plans for tonight Miss?" Magda, looking more excited now, said, "Never mind that girl, I'm not hungry, let's have a cup of tea and you can tell me all about your day at the Ahmad residence." She instantly felt more relaxed as she heard that and certainly would like to talk to someone who could understand her Lita persona and her uniquely unusual day. She put the kettle on as Magda continued talking, "I already talked to Mme Ahmad; she just called me before on my mobile to tell me that you are informally hired to work there every other day. She said that you appear to be a good domestic worker and Rosie approved of you. She even said that you are as good as any Filipina maid, you must have liked that didn't you Lita?" Lita blushing again said, "It is true, Miss, working next to Rosie brought back memories of my childhood and the original Lita. I even had the chance to talk a bit in Tagalog with her." "How very interesting", Magda chuckled, "I'm glad you were able to liaise with a fellow Filipina maid. She looked again as Lita was standing preparing the tea, "Is that a different uniform dress you have on? I don't remember seeing it before. In fact, it looks quite worn out." Lita smiled and as she was serving the tea said the story of Mme Ahmad demanding that the two maids had to wear matching colour uniforms and that the dress was an old one that Rosie has given her. Magda chuckled and added ironically, "Now you are getting the hand me down clothes from other maids, it must be quite appealing to you I guess." Lita blushed uncomfortably as they both sat down around the kitchen table for a chat. "Now Lita I want you to tell me everything. How did you find the family, how was Rosie with you, how you felt yourself; come on speak up girl," Magda said impatiently. Lita started talking quite freely, there was no need to try and hide anything from Miss Magda; after all she was her only ally in this weird adventure of her. "So, you are telling me that Rosie was able to understand that you were not what you appeared to be? She was able to tell that you were pretending to be a maid and in reality, you must be a different person?" Magda asked in a slightly worried tone of voice after Lita finished telling her how Rosie managed to corner her with clever questions. "Yes Miss," Lita answered equally uncomfortably, "She could tell because of my 'posh' and educated accent when I was talking to his." She paused and immediately added, "she is a very clever person that Rosie Miss, she is quite educated herself, she studied to be a Teacher but..." "Yes Lita, I know all about it, we've talked before and she told me her story. But in your case, you seem to be forgetting yourself. I told you many times that you should adopt a more uneducated heavy accent; after all you are not British yourself. The posh voice is a huge give in." She stopped and looked more worried now, "Did you actually tell Rosie who you really are? Did you mention your connection with the Arnellos family?" "Certainly not Miss, I'm not that stupid," Lita answered defiantly but then added all blushing, "She actually pressed me a lot and I had to admit at the end that I like to be a maid, I like the uniform and I like to be ordered around. But I don't think she suspects anything about the boy hidden underneath Lita's uniform." She said that last sentence chuckling with mischief. "I see," Magda said sceptically, thinking how she was going to handle the whole Lita situation. She also had a feeling that they both have entered unchartered waters and their movements had to be well planned and cautious from now on. Dennis might want to play his Lita fantasies but Magda had to think of her position in the family and the income that comes with it. Any wrong movement now and she could easily lose her job. An awkward silence followed and then Magda said excitedly, "I think I found a way for you to stay in Rosie's good books without revealing anything else about your personal situation. You can even profit from Rosie's presence to become a better maid and improve your Tagalog; in other words, to become a substitute Filipina maid. You would like that Lita wouldn't you?" Lita looked expectantly at Magda, she wanted to find out what she had in her mind; she simply said, "Yes, I would like that providing that we play it safe and there is no danger of exposure which could be detrimental for both of us Miss. So, what's in your mind?" "Rosie is always in need for extra money, she has a large family to support back in Philippines so you simply leave your wages with her. That way her weekly income will be increased by 150 ?, a considerable sum for Filipino standards. Then you will treat her like she is your mentor and start acting like a junior maid taking orders from her and ask always her opinion." Magda stopped to take a sip of her tea looking for Lita's reaction. She could tell that she was excited as she was playing nervously with the edge of her apron. Then suddenly it dawned on her. Lita was definitely getting some sort of sexual arousal from all that maid persona game. She could see it in her dreamy and slightly watery eyes! "And of course, you must learn to act the part," she continued, "No posh and educated accent for you, just basic English. And speaking of that you should try that in this house as well when you communicate with me; try to talk in simpler terms with a heavier accent like any uneducated foreign girl would. Do you see my point in this Lita?" Lita, all her buttons pushed again, said in a different voice and accent, "Yes Miss, I agree with you, I try to use simple words. Can you probably talk to Rosie about not me collecting the money and she can keep it all? I cannot tell her that, I am shy like that Miss." "Good Lita, that was brilliant!" Magda exclaimed, "This is the voice and accent you should practice. And don't you worry about Rosie; I'll talk to her tomorrow and explain everything. Of course, we keep that a secret from Mrs. Ahmad. She is your employer and she must always believe that you are paid properly for your work in the Ahmad residence." "Yes, Miss, of course," Lita answered a bit uncomfortably. She always had in the back of her mind the unusual if not weird situation she let herself in. But once more she realised that she couldn't control it, a peculiar uncontrolled drive was pushing her to that direction. Then she heard Magda's voice again, "All of a sudden I feel very hungry, could you please prepare one of your nice fresh salads, I'll have it in the dining room with a glass of chardonnay. You have your dinner after you serve me here in the kitchen, then bedtime for you, you must be exhausted." "Yes, Miss, right away Miss," Lita answered as she started collecting the tea cups. "Dinner will be ready in half an hour Miss." She tried again to modify her accent realising that she should be constantly vigilant about that, until it would become a second nature to her. PART 7 "Girl! Halika dito." Rosie yelled impatiently to Lita from the dining room, in that peculiar mixture of Tagalog and English, Taglish as it was called between the Filipina maids abroad Lita hastily had a last sip of her coffee checked her appearance in the kitchen mirror- a habit that she couldn't resist- adjusted her work apron and run towards the dining room where Rosie was setting the table for this evening's dinner party. "Yes Miss Rosie," she said with her customary small bob. In the past few weeks she started calling her Miss, to Rosie's delight; she did it without being asked, simply because her submissive genes had completely taken over ands he was acting as the junior maid in the Ahmad household with Rosie becoming more and more the housekeeper. "We have only two hours for the house preparations and then we have to change to our black and white serving uniforms." Rosie continued with urgency in her voice. "Go and clean very thoroughly the guest bathroom, 'linisin ang banyo' "repeated her order in Tagalog as if Lita couldn't understand English "and be aware" she continued "that Mme is very particular about it. Make sure there is plenty of toilet paper and clean handtowels. Then come back here and help me set the table." "Yes Miss Rosie, linisin ang banyo"Lita answered repeating Rosie's order like a young army recruit, looking at the same time at the huge table that could sit 14 people and a feeling of apprehension and fear overtook her. The Ahmads have asked 12 important people for a semi- formal dinner and she was worried if some people of Dennis father's connections in London might be present. After all, as Magda confessed to her, Mr. Ahmad had lots of contacts in the Greek shipping world. The only guest that Lita already knew was Magda herself. The Ahmads invited her because they wanted to personally thank her for finding this 'jewel of a maid' as they have called Lita on several occasions. She took her cleaning equipment and started cleaning the guests' bathroom which was quite big and had the option of male and female cubicles. Over the past few weeks she had become very proficient in her cleaning under the strict supervision of Rosie and the scrutinising eye of Mme Ahmad. As the bathroom area was full of mirrors she couldn't resist looking at herself dressed in her daily maid's uniform, 'uniporme ng dalaga' as Rosie used to call it. She looked quite dishevelled after a whole morning of heavy housework but her look in the mirror never stopped creating an inner excitement to the point of sexual stimulation. More than four months later she never thought of abandoning her 'Lita being in Service Program' as she called it. Her mind drifted away to the past few weeks and the events that had driven her deeper to the present predicament as she worked mechanically. She thought once more, that more than four months had passed already since the day that on an impulse she put Magda's white serving apron on, this humble piece of clothing that started the whole thing. After her discussion with Magda at the end of her first day's work at the Ahmads residence she followed her advice and offered her wages to Rosie as a gesture of good will. Rosie accepted them eagerly without any second thoughts as if she was expecting it. Now that she was thinking again about the whole incident she was nearly certain that Magda must have mentioned something to Rosie beforehand. After that a new kind of relationship was established with Rosie becoming her strict mentor and instructress in all aspects of being a proficient maid. They also started together a so called 'Filipinisation' program where Rosie made a point of giving commands in Tagalog or Taglish and Lita trying to follow them, with difficulty to start with but with lots of eagerness to learn more as if the original Lita that influenced her so much during her teenage years had moved in to her body! She was down on her hands and knees scrubbing one of the toilet bowls when she remembered, still with mixed feelings, the e-mail her alter ego Dennis received from his University. His supervising professor, the one who was going to examine his thesis had a car accident and he was in hospital in critical condition. So, all his teaching and his PhD programs were suspended indefinitely! Wow, what an unexpected turn. He didn't have to feel guilty anymore of not being able to do his research. He immediately wrote to his father and said how much devastated he was after the news and he was going to take a year off to change scenery and try to rethink his life. His father was unexpectedly quite understanding and as he was - as expected- in a very busy mode gave his consent and simply added to his message, 'Stay out of trouble Dennis and be in regular touch. Anyway, Magda tells me that you are in good spirits and I'll ask her to be more supportive. And if you decide to travel, you know funds are not a problem, but please keep me informed of your whereabouts. You could probably come down to Mykonos for a few weeks and enjoy the Greek weather." Dennis thanked his father, but the last think he wanted right now was to be Daddy's spoiled son in a familiar place. He politely refused and said he would keep him informed for his movements. Lita barely suppressed a smile when she observed herself in her current condition, kneeling in front of a toilet bowl cleaning it and looking as any dishevelled cleaner or maid. If only Dennis father could see him now in full Lita mode! She got a shock when she heard Rosie's voice behind his, "You are slow girl, 'ikaw ay magabal', chop, chop and come and help me in the dining room." "Yes Miss Rosie, finish very quickly and coming," she said in her bad English that was becoming nearly automatic by now, to the point that Magda had said to her the other day, 'keep talking like this girl and nobody would suspect that you are anything else than what you appear to be, just another uneducated migrant cleaner.' When a few minutes later she joined Rosie in the dining room the latter gave her a disapproving look saying, "You look dirty girl, ' marumi babae' and you smell also, go and change your apron with a clean white one and make sure you wash your hands well, I can't let you setting the table with that stained apron on, run along now, not much time left" "Yes Miss Rosie, be back in a minute," Lita answered secretly enjoying Rosie's bossy attitude and run to her room by the kitchen. When she came back a couple of minutes later she looked quite tidy again with her clean apron and her hair tied back more vigorously. She started helping Rosie in laying the table. She worked mechanically; after all she was familiar with that sort of semi-formal dinner parties. She remembered how she loved helping the original Lita, back in Dennis parents' house, to set the table on similar occasions. She remembered all that cutlery and crockery they had to use and all those glasses and of course the pristine white napkins. They were finishing in the dining room when Mme Ahmad appeared suddenly. Both of them were too busy to hear the front door opening. She scanned the table and said, "At first glance it looks correct but I'll come back for a proper inspection; is the guest bathroom clean and ready?" She looked at Rosie as she said that. "Yes Mme," Rosie answered with a slight bob, "Lita just finished cleaning it." Mme Ahmad sniffed the air, an unpleasant look in her face. This time she turned to Lita and said in a rather condescending manner, "You smell of perspiration girl, it is a very unpleasant smell that lingers around, make sure that you have a good shower and put plenty of deodorant afterwards." Then with a more amused look added, "After all you are not a Filipina in that sense, true Asian girls never smell. Rosie has to work with you a bit more. You might clean well like a Filipina but certainly you are not bodily clean like they are!" Lita blushed all over and for a moment the Dennis genes took over. How dare she talking to me like that she thought? She managed to control herself though and answered with certain indignation in her voice, forgetting momentarily her Pidgin English, "I'm sorry Madame, I had to work very hard to finish all the cleaning and as it happens it has been an unusually warm day for this time of year. I'll have a good shower later Madame." Mme Ahmad ignored her indignant tone of voice and simply added as she was talking to an simple peasant girl just arrived from her village to the big city, "Make sure you do that and you should make a habit to use deodorant before you dress in the morning, I can assure you it helps a lot to avoid unpleasant smells when you perspire." She left as abruptly as she came heading for hers bedroom to get ready herself. As she was climbing the stairs added, "I probably already mentioned to you both that the children will stay out tonight with friends and Mr. Ahmad will arrive directly from his office with some of the guests." "Yes Mme, very well Mme," the two maids answered in unison and then Rosie looked accusingly at Lita, saying in a low voice, "You forgot yourself again girl and talked like an Oxford professor. Thank God that Mme Ahmad is too preoccupied and paid no attention. And of course, she is right, you must start using deodorant before you put your uniform dress on every morning and make sure that your dress is well washed. Unfortunately, the material of our uniforms, that polyester cotton mix, is not the best, real cotton is much better." "Sorry Rosie," Lita answered still upset and forgetting her rule to address her as Miss, "Mme took me by surprise and I answered without thinking. She is right of course; when you do lots of manual labour you must be careful on those issues. Probably we could check on line if we can buy cotton uniforms, I am prepared to..." Rosie rolled her eyes and stopped Lita with her hand, "Enough of your pontificating Lita, we can talk about that another time. Let's finish here and go to prepare ourselves. We have an hour until the arrival of the caterers and two hours before the guests start coming." PART 8 "Inspection time girls!" Mme Ahmad said clapping her hands and both Rosie and Lita run from the kitchen to the central hallway. They both were dressed in a formal black and white uniform, elegant but quite conservative, the hem of their dresses a couple of inches below the knee. A smart white half apron and a small white cap completed the outfit. They presented themselves and curtseyed as she looked at them critically. "Yes, you both look very dapper and professional and you smell nicely as well," she said giving a side look to Lita who blushed remembering how she was chastised earlier for being a bit smelly. This time she added plenty of arm deodorant and light lavender cologne that Rosie provided. Mme looked at the clock and added, "In a few minutes the guests will start arriving. You Lita will stand by the door and welcome them with a slight curtsey, nothing theatrical, just a small bob and then take their coats, bags or whatever else they pass to you. I'll be behind you to greet them. As I told you already Mr. Ahmad will come directly from the office with a group of his colleagues." Then turning to Rosie, she continued, "Rosie you will start circulating among the guests with a tray of champagne, orange and apple sparkling juice. I expect that half of our guests will stay out of alcohol." "Yes Mme," both maids said in unison as she dismissed them with her hand. Lita moved behind the main apartment door waiting for the bell to ring with mixed feelings. She was worried that someone among the guests could potentially recognise her and tell Dennis father. She couldn't even start thinking about the implications of such a possibility. She looked again at the large mirror by the entrance and a smart but fairly plain looking maid looked back at her. She liked what she saw; her submissive fantasy was in full swing now as for the first time she was dressed formally in the black and white outfit. Wasn't that her ultimate dream after all? At that moment she nearly jumped as the bell rang. She took a deep breath and opened the door with a smile in her face. Mr Ahmad with a group on two men and a woman behind stood by the door. She hastily bobbed and let them in. He completely ignored her and rushed to greet his wife with a slight kiss. In the meantime Lita was busy collecting whatever was passed to her, some bags and coats that she took them immediately to the small wardrobe by the guests' bathroom. In the mean time she heard Mr. Ahmad's booming voice as he was addressing his wife, "I certainly made an effort to be back before the arrival of the other guests, so now I can be in the reception committee right next to you my dear. You know Alan, Chris and Zetta from the office of course." "Please come all in and get a drink," Mme Ahmad answered jovially and she motioned to Rosie to approach with her tray. Then she turned to Lita who was standing in attention by the door. "I hope you remembered to hang up all the coats properly Lita." "Yes Mme, of course," she answered with another bob as she heard Mr. Ahmad telling to his wife. "Ah, Lita is her name then, I couldn't remember it as I came in. She looks quite smart in her formal uniform darling; you are so good in training them properly." At that moment the bell rang again and more people arrived. Lita started to count them; she remembered that they were expecting 12 people in total, excluding the Ahmads. They would all sit to a 14 people formal dinner. And now she remembered that at the last minute Mme Ahmad put on the large dinner table little cards with the names of the guests allocating them seats. She regretted now that she hadn't sneakily looked at them Within the next 10 minutes ten people have arrived but Miss Magda and another person were still expected. She was very curious to see if Miss Magda would be escorted by a gentleman, she had no idea what her private life was, in particular after she became a maid and Magda started socialising, madly trying to mix with the upper echelons of the London social scene. The bell rang again. Lita feeling more relaxed now thinking that the risk of being recognised as Dennis had practically vanished opened the door with a beaming smile to greet her mentor and friend. And yes, it was a very elegantly dressed Magda standing in front of her smiling. "Hello Lita, you look very smart this evening in your formal uniform, the picture of domesticity." Lita bobbed and said, "Thank you Miss Magda, I am very proud of my uniform and of course you look very beautiful tonight." Then she raised her eyes to greet the man who was hiding behind her all that time and she nearly fainted from shock. The man who was looking at her, a big smile in his handsome suntanned face was no other than her or rather Dennis' father, the famous ship-owner and great womaniser Andreas Arnellos himself! "Papa what on earth are you doing here?" she started whispering but at this moment and as Mme Ahmad was approaching fast to greet them Magda managed to say to her in a low voice, "Act normally as if nothing unusual happens, your father knows everything and approves, I'll explain everything later." And as Lita, knees trebling and blushing all over, started to collect their coats her father turned to her and said smiling, "Lita is your name isn't it girl? I heard Magda calling you that. That name brings back memories to me; we used to have a Filipina maid called Lita years ago, my son Dennis used to be very fond of her." Lita's jaw fell open as Magda managed to wink at her. At that moment Mme Ahmad was there greeting Magda warmly, "Hello my dear, I'm so glad you managed to come tonight." "Hello Leila," Magda said giving a small kiss to Mme Ahmad and then turning towards Mr. Arnellos she said, "May I present to you Mr. Andreas Arnellos, he is an old friend of mine from the years I was working in Greece. He is here for a few days on business." "Glad to meet you Mr. Arnellos, are you in shipping? Let me introduce you to my husband." Mme was saying and Lita was listening with an open mouth holding the coats in her hands. No mention of the apartment up the road, no mention of her father being the owner of that apartment where she was 'playing the maid' during the past few months. And where on earth her father was staying if he was already in London during the past few days? Mme turned and looked at her sternly, "Lita don't stand there looking like a moron, take those coats to the wardrobe and then go and help Rosie with the drinks. Move on girl." Lita blushing all over curtseyed and said, "I'm sorry Mme, I was absent minded." And as she rushed towards the wardrobe she saw both her father and Magda looking quite amused because she was told off by Mme. Later as she was circulating, tray in hand, she was watching the dynamics of the various small groups as they were chatting. Her father was talking very amicably with Mr. Ahmad obviously on some sort of business scheme; Magda was still next to Mme Ahmad as they were circulating together talking to the other guests. She also has noticed the amorous looks that her father exchanged from a distance with Magda. And then in dawned on her, they were lovers! Her father and Magda had an affair. How stupid of her not to work it out earlier. She nearly dropped the tray as she murmured to herself, "Oh my God! What a mess I'm in." At that moment she felt Rosie next to her whispering, "Come back to your senses girl, what on earth happened to you, you behave like you have seen a ghost, Mme has been watching you." "I'm a bit tired Rosie, I'll try to concentrate more." She whispered back. And then both started circulating again, a false smile on their faces, until Mme asked the guests to move next door to the dining room. Dinner was about to be served. It was past midnight and an exhausted Lita still dressed in her formal uniform was sitting in the Arnellos residence kitchen table facing Miss Magda who was sitting opposite her. Both were slowly sipping from mugs of steaming tea. Lita still very confused and unsettled after the sudden appearance of her father at the Ahmads' dinner party and his hasty departure as soon as the dinner had finished was very eager to find out from Magda what was really happening. Magda looked at her sympathetically and started to talk, "I guess I owe you an explanation Lita of what happened tonight at the dinner party and how Dennis's father decided to make this sudden appearance at the Ahmads' residence." In her usual way she persisted in separating Dennis the rich heir from Lita the humble and poor maid. Lita couldn't hold herself any longer and finally exploded, "Where on earth is my father Magda, why didn't he come to stay in here? Did he fly back to Greece? I tried his mobile before but there was no answer." Magda maintaining her calm continued, "If you let me talk I'll explain everything, just pay attention girl!" Lita, looking down at her uniform dress and apron and remembering that she still was the maid answered in a soft voice, "Sorry Miss, please tell me what is happening." "Ok then, here is the story," Magda started, "A few weeks after you decided to become Lita and leave Dennis and his life behind and especially after you started working as a housemaid at the Ahmad residence I thought that it was getting too risky for both of us to keep it secret, so I decided to tell Dennis's father what was happening and how Lita emerged from Dennis's ashes like a phoenix." As Magda stopped to have a sip of her tea, Lita got her chance and asked boldly, "Do you have an affair with my father Magda? I saw you both exchanging amorous glances during the dinner party earlier today." Magda blushing but keeping her cool answered, "Yes Lita I am romantically involved with Andreas for some time now. We started our little affair when I was still in Mykonos. I know him though, I know he is a ladies' man and we will not be a couple for ever but at the moment we have a great time together. I hope that answers your question Lita." Lita stunned by the directness of Magda's reply simply said, "Thank you for letting me know, after all it is your and my father's private life and I have no saying in this." "I'm glad you think that way and I also think that as Lita the maid you should take your distances from Dennis and the Arnellos family for the time being anyway. I believe that this is what you decided some time ago on your free will, isn't it?" "Yes, being Lita is my decision and I don't regret it so far; it opened other unknown and very often peculiarly exciting paths in my life" Lita answered "But I still want to know where my father stands now that he knows." "Fair enough," Magda said, "Dennis's father is not hugely concerned or worried about Lita's appearance, on the contrary he thinks it might be beneficial for you. Mr. Arnellos as you know better than me is a very shrewd man and he could tell that during the past year or so you have been struggling without any serious enthusiasm to write your dissertation being at the edge of depression. In a way it was good that you were obliged to stop it because of your supervisor's unfortunate accident. So, rest assured that he is not looking down at you." She stopped for another sip of her tea giving Lita the chance for another question, "But why he is not staying here? Is he still in London, doesn't he want to talk to me face to face?" Magda smiled benignantly, "He is still in London, he stays in his Club for a few days but he thinks it is not the time for a face to face talk with you. This is the reason you can't find him in his mobile. He came to the Ahmads dinner party to see you in action as a maid and he was very impressed. He saw in you a different person, motivated and full of energy even if that energy was the humble energy of a maidservant." "But, how about my cross dressing, how about Mr. Arnellos's son being nothing but a common tranny, isn't he annoyed by that?" Lita said nearly crossed with her father being so indifferent to Dennis' very bizarre choices in life by any acceptable bourgeois standards. Magda once more surprised Lita with her answer in her even and calm voice, "Probably you don't know your father that well after all. He is an extremely broadminded person and a strong advocate of the LGBT movement. He only mentioned yesterday to me before meeting you as Lita, that in today's world nothing surprises him anymore. In the 'politically correct' world we live, cross dressing is another perfectly acceptable form of free expression." All that was news to Lita who once again had mixed feelings, she was hurt that her father refused to see her but also relieved that he was not appalled by her decision to impersonate a female and most importantly to become a maid. And she knew that deep down she was pleased with the recent turn of events. She never felt as positive for a long time. She was full of vitality and looking down at her apron once more, proud to be a maid. Magda's voice brought her back to reality, "Mr. Arnellos whom you should see from now on as your principal employer gave me 'carte blanche' to deal with you if you want to continue to be Lita the maid. That means that I'll be your direct employer and you will refer to me for anything that concerns you and your work. You are fully employed as a maid in this house and you will receive a monthly salary for that. Working outside this home, like now being a housemaid for the Ahmads 3 days a week, has to be approved by me. Are you ok with all that so far?" The familiar excitement butterflies in Lita's stomach appeared to be very strong again; her submissive genes were kicking on. She was going to be properly employed as a maid at her father's or rather Mr. Arnellos' London residence with his approval and Miss Magda would be her formal employer? What a turn of tables was that! She hesitantly answered, "Yes Miss Magda, I'm ok with that." "You will continue to go to the Ahmads three times a week and you will continue to fraternise with Rosie and improve your Tagalog. I already talked to her and she will make certain that when you are working together she will talk to you only in Tagalog. And of course, you have to lose your educated English; you already have been trying to do that with Mme Ahmad. This had to become a second nature to you. I expect you to talk more Pidgin English with me in this house as well. Is that clear girl?" Magda continued her tone now becoming more authoritative. Now that all the submissive buttons were pushed by Magda, Lita furiously blushing lowered her eyes and looking down at her aproned lap whispered, "Yes Miss Magda, it is all very clear." "Good, I'm glad we understand each other Lita," Magda said and added mischievously, "And if you behave yourself and are a good maid I might authorise some working vacations for you." Lita looked at her confused, "Vacations? What vacations Miss?" "Well, the Ahmads are going to spend a month in Qatar at the end of the schools' season which is happening in about a months time and asked me if I can spare you for that time so you can follow them as their second maid because Rosie is of course going. Would you like that?" Lita was speechless. Going to Qatar as a maid for an Arab family? That would/could be her ultimate dream or nightmare? It would certainly be a very interesting and out of the ordinary experience. She answered a bit hesitantly this time, "Yes, that would be interesting I guess; I'd love to live that experience. But I would need some proper papers to travel. Am I going to travel as a female? And with what passport?" "Good question. Of course you have to travel as a female, the Ahmad family know you only as Lita the maid, they don't even know your surname yet, something we have to invent now. I'm working on it as we speak. Mr. Arnellos has some useful contacts in the right places and they will be able to provide proper identification for you. I'll know more in a couple of days." Magda said as she looked at her wrist watch. "Well, I'm dead tired and so you must be. Let's call it a night. You have lots to do in this house tomorrow; it looks a bit abandoned at the moment. So be up bright and early put one of your morning uniforms on and bring me a cup of tea at about 8.00am. Good night girl" Magda got up and at the same time Lita shot up as well and said with a small curtsey, "Good night Miss, thank you for putting my mind at ease, I must admit that I look forward to that trip to Qatar however scary appears to be." "Pidgin English please Lita, forget your posh accent," were Magda's parting words. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story finishes here but there is a widely open window for a future expansion. The new adventures of our maid Lita in Qatar could be a whole new book! Thank you for reading this story. I'm looking forward to your comments. THE END