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Connie The Junior Maid
By Monica Graz
PART 3 - Connie falls in love
Was I in love with Miss Emily? This is how it feels when boy, even one in
skirts, meets girl? I had never felt like this before. All day long I was
daydreaming thinking of Emily, her bright eyes and her clever and cunning
smile.
Miss Marina, our ex Filipino housekeeper and now formal companion and
occasional lover of Mrs. Allen had noticed it and confronted me as I was
in the middle of mopping the floors in the living/dining area.
"Are you daydreaming girl? You move your mop in such a slow and weak mode
as if you caress the floor. Put more energy to it, otherwise you don't
clean it, you simply wet it."
I was startled by her remark but she was right, so I instantly put an
effort to my task, saying, "Sorry Miss Marina, I was a bit absent
minded."
"I can see that and I think I know the reason," Miss Marina said, her
eyes scrutinising me. "Your mind is in that girl you went to clean her
place the other day, Emily is her name I think. Am I right?"
I blushed and wiped my sweaty hands on my apron, "Yes, I think of Miss
Emily all the time, I can't stop myself," I truthfully conceded, "I like
her a lot."
"Connie, Connie," Marina continued with a sigh, "You are in love with
that girl, you still are a boy under your skirts and aprons, even your
mother,... I mean Mrs. Allen had noticed it."
I hadn't heard Marina, referring to Mrs. Allen as my mother in months,
clearly they had been discussing me.
"You are probably right, I never had felt like this before, I even dream
of her." I stated.
"Have you been talking of me?" We both turned, as we saw Mrs. Allen
coming down the stairs.
"Oh! Hi Alicia," Marina replied, "I was just telling Connie that we both
think she is in love with that girl Emily, the one we sent her to clean
her apartment."
"Of course she is, about time to; Connie needs some outside guidance and
Emily might be able to provide that for her." Mrs. Allen said to Marina,
then turning to me continued, "Connie dear, I had been thinking of you
lately, you are a very devoted maid and we both enjoy your services in
this house, you put a lot of effort to it but..." She stopped and looked
at me with a kindness in her gaze, a kindness I hadn't seen in months,
"But, you still are my son under your clever disguise and I think it's
time for you to move on and I think Miss Emily might be the key to that."
I got worried and puzzled. What Mrs. Allen tries to tell me? Is she
throwing me out of the house?
She saw my worried look because she said, "Don't worry dear, this is
still your home, and you are still the maid here. But it's up to you to
win Miss Emily; both Marina and I could see that she likes you, so if you
act cleverly you can win her and being asked to move in with her. You
would like that wouldn't you?"
"Yes Mrs. Allen, I very much would like that," I whispered nervously
wiping my sweaty hand on my apron, "But I don't know if she will accept
me, she is a very independent lady."
"You don't have to rush anything sweety," Marina said, "You will
eventually win her with your attitude, you are such a good servant and
she definitely likes feminine boys, I saw how she was looking at you the
other day, she was eating you alive with her clever eyes."
I had nearly revealed to them that I had been asked to join her to bed,
but I thought it would be wise to keep it a secret for the time being.
All I managed to say was, "Yes, I'll certainly try that and next Thursday
I'll be going back to clean for her."
"But you will see her again before that, because this coming Monday I
have another book club gathering and our Miss Emily sent me a message
that she will be joining us. So you should be in your best behavior and
this time wear your formal black and white uniform, you look more elegant
in it," Mrs. Allen triumphantly declared.
"Yes Mrs. Allen," I said with a small curtsey remembering my maid's
status in the house.
"Now, back to work Connie," You will never finish mopping this floor and
you have other chores to attend plus the weekly shopping to do. Chop,
chop girl!"
"Yes Miss Marina," I said with another small curtsey as both ladies
turned to go leaving me with my mop and bucket.
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I had a nervous energy throughout the whole day. It was Monday, the day
of the book club gathering and I was working for many hours to prepare
the house. About ten ladies were going to attend and among them would be
Miss Emily. I had butterflies in my stomach with the mere thought of
seeing her again.
At 5.00pm I was standing by the door ready to welcome the guests. Miss
Marina was in the kitchen preparing some of her delicacies and Mrs. Allen
was upstairs getting ready. I was, as asked, dressed in my black and
white uniform, black sensible cotton dress a couple of inches below the
knee, scalloped white half apron with a tiny frill and a white band to
keep my long hair in position. My black shoes had a small 2in heel and my
black pantyhose was transparent enough to emphasize the shape of my legs.
I was feeling very neat and feminine, 'a dapper domestic' as Mrs. Allen
had just called me as I was passing in front of her bedroom door.
The bell chimed, the first guest had arrived. I opened the door with a
polite smile and a carefully modulated voice, "Good afternoon Madam,
welcome to the Allen residence, please come in."
During the next 15 minutes people kept coming and Emily wasn't one of
them. I started getting worried, probably she wouldn't come, probably she
had better things to do today. And then, there she was standing at the
door with a beaming smile as I was letting her in.
"My, you look very proper, a blast from the past," She said as I was
welcoming her in.
Blushing I replied coquettishly, "Thank you Miss Emily, this is my more
formal uniform, I hope you like it."
"I certainly do, you look like a maid from the 50s or 60s, this is why I
said a blast from the past," She replied excitedly.
She had a coy look as she looked around and saw no one and then
approached me and gave me a kiss to the cheek before she moved towards
the living room where all the guests were gathered.
I was taken by surprise, but a pleasant feeling of expectancy had
prevailed, Miss Emily had been flirting with me!
During the whole evening, as I was coming and going serving people and
cleaning up I was hoping for a private moment with Emily which never
happened. I was a bit disappointed when a message came to my mobile,
'Meet me at the guests' WC in two minutes.'
I was there in two minutes and found the door closed, I hesitantly
knocked and the door instantly opened and a hand pulled me in. There she
was Miss Emily, a huge predatorial grin on her face as she grabbed me and
started kissing me passionately. My God! Is this truly happening?
"I couldn't hold myself any longer sweety, seeing you coming and going in
your pretty uniform, I had to kiss you," she seductively whispered.
I was beside myself in emotions; that had never happened to me before. I
was sexually charged and so was Emily.
"I wanted so much to kiss you. You look so deliciously humble and proper
in your maid's uniform, I couldn't resist myself any longer," Emily
continued in an excited voice.
"Oh Miss Emily, I want you so much," I mumbled in a distorted voice full
of contradicting feelings.
She lifted my dress and started caressing me, "I always wanted to do that
to one of the hotel maids but I wouldn't dare," She said in a quiet
chuckle, "Now I finally can do it to my sweet maid Connie."
I was melting in her hands, my feet were trembling and I was about to
collapse but she hold me steady and said, "That's enough, we better go
back, people will start wondering."
And at that moment I heard the crystal bell from the living room, I was
summoned.
"Yes, we better go back, my Mistress had just summoned me," I said in a
panicky voice.
"See you on Thursday," She casually said as she opened the door and
marched towards the living room. I waited a few seconds and followed
adjusting my dress and apron.
PART 4 - Back at Miss Emily's apartment, a proposal
I was again a few minutes early and I was waiting to be 9.00am before
ringing Miss Emily's bell.
I looked once more at her text message, sent to me late last night; it
was very specific, 'Wear some of the clothes I gave you, when you come
today. Don't bother with a uniform, I have something for you. See you at
9.00 xx Miss Emily'.
I looked down to see the pretty Desigual skirt, the best piece of
clothing Miss Emily had given me. I had the skirt on and the black blouse
to go with it. And I was of course intrigued with her remark about the
uniform, 'I have something for you' the message said. Perhaps a new
uniform for Connie? I thought and a pleasant shiver went through my
spine.
I rang the bell, she opened within seconds. She was simply dressed in
jeans and a T-shirt without any makeup on but still very pretty; and as
expected she carefully looked at me.
"Good morning Connie, I see that you wear my pretty Desigual skirt and
it looks great on you. I had nearly regretted giving it to you, but then
I thought that I rarely wear skirts and dresses those days, I feel much
more comfortable in pants," She happily stated before I had the chance to
open my mouth.
"Good morning Miss Emily," I finally managed to say, "Thank you for the
clothes, I love this skirt and I could never afford to buy it."
"My pleasure Connie, more clothes will soon come your way, I still have
to go through several piles stocked in boxes," She mentioned, "Come in
and let's go straight to the kitchen to have coffee, I just made some."
We sat in the kitchen bench and I could see with the corner of my eye the
pile of unwashed dishes and pots in the sink.
Emily picked my gaze, "Don't panic Connie, not that much to do today
after the great deep cleaning job you did last week. There is of course
the usual washing up and laundry and some ironing but in general the
apartment is in a much better shape thanks to you."
She stopped for a sip of coffee, "So, let's talk a bit about you today, I
practically know nothing except that you are a boy/maid working for Mrs.
Allen."
I blushed. Should I be frank with her, should I tell her the truth? I
decided that I should, so I started talking. For the first time in my
life I was about to confide my inner feelings to another person, a total
stranger until a few days ago. Somehow it felt easier talking to a
stranger than to a close relative or friend.
"I'm 24 and I consider myself a gender fluid person. My original name is
Mike Allen but now I call myself Connie as you know."
"Isn't Mrs. Allen your employer? Are you related?" Emily interrupted me.
"Yes, she is my mother but after a year of being her maid, I think of
her as my employer and she treats me, as you've already noticed, as a
domestic servant. Mind you I wasn't forced to become a maid, I had asked
for it." I emphatically stated.
"How fascinating!" Emily exclaimed, "Please tell me more about this whole
arrangement, I never came across such an extraordinary story."
So, I told her the whole story, hiding nothing. How my father had left
us, how our Filipino housekeeper became my mother's companion and
occasional lover and how I became the housemaid for the Allen residence.
"And how about your university studies? Have you abandoned them? You said
applied economics was your course. Are you thinking of going back?"
"That's a good question Miss Emily," I said in a sigh, "A question I'm
not able to answer at the moment. Time had somehow frozen for me the
moment I became the housemaid in the Allen residence. I feel and act as
Connie ever since, like now for instance that I sit opposite you sipping
my coffee before I start my chores."
"Fair enough, I don't want for the time being to pressurize you more, I
like you as Connie the housemaid and speaking of that, I brought a
uniform for you, I borrowed it from one of the hotels my family owns, a
very plain but practical one our chambermaids wear. I'm sure you will
enjoy wearing it," Miss Emily said with mischief in her eyes.
I blushed again, this time from excitement, "Thank you Miss Emily, I'd
would love to wear it, but I had also realized how little I know of you.
For instance you had just mentioned that your family owns a chain of
hotels. Could you tell me a bit more about you?"
"All in good time sweety," She said chuckling, "But I think now it's time
for you to tackle the house, so go to the laundry room and you will find
on the counter top your new uniform, I think I picked the right size. Put
it on and come back here, you start from the kitchen."
A few minutes later I was back wearing a very utilitarian dress and a
matching apron. The dress was made of a deep purple stripy polycotton
material and had a front zip starting at the waist level and two
practical hidden pockets and the half apron was slightly rounded made
from the same material. White piping was decorating the collar and the
short sleeves. The practicality of the outfit was obvious. Easy to wear,
easy to care, no ironing needed, just right for a hard working hotel
maid.
Miss Emily scrutinized me with a cunning smile, "You look just right
Connie, I could put you in my car and drive you directly to the hotel and
drop you there among the other maids, you would beautifully merge with
them," She said in a smirk.
"Thank you Miss I would love that, but I have to catchup with my
housework in this apartment," I mischievously replied trying to follow
her half-teasing half-joking mood.
"Good for you girl, you can start from the messy kitchen," She said in a
more serious tone of voice, "I'm going out now to let you work, be back
in a couple of hours with a small lunch like last week."
"Yes Miss," I said as I was putting rubber gloves on to start the washing
up.
"And during our informal lunch I'll tell you a bit more about me and some
ideas that are forming in my head." She sort of announced as she was
opening the apartment's front door.
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I was starving by the time we sat down to our 'informal lunch' as she
called it. She came back with salmon sandwiches and cappuccinos and we
both had eaten in silence.
She finally started talking as we were sipping our coffees, "I'm 27,
three years older than you, I have a degree in Hospitality Management and
I work part time in the family business. My family owns and manages a
small hotel chain, three units and 844 beds all together. I have an older
sister who is groomed to succeed my father as the CEO of the company."
"Wow! That's impressive Miss," I said in genuine admiration as I looked
down at my hotel maid's uniform touching my apron, to make sure that I
wasn't in the middle of a deep and intense dream.
"Those are the impersonal facts sweety, but there is a personal element
that attracted me to you, your feminine and caring personality," She said
looking at me with her intelligent eyes.
"I find it totally surreal that you happily sit opposite me, wearing our
hotel maid uniform, having a break from cleaning my apartment, so surreal
indeed!" She took a sip of her coffee and continued, "And yet, however
surreal it is, I love it and I love having you here, all my possessive
instincts are out, I want to possess you, I want to seduce you," she
emotionally finished.
Blush, blush, I wasn't sure how to answer, I played with the edge of my
apron, trying to find something to say.
"I'll go straight to the point Connie. Would you consider moving in with
me? I'll formally employ you and pay you the current wages of a live in
maid." She abruptly said giving me one of her intense looks.
I looked at her agape, all sorts of thoughts were crossing my mind. My
mother's words came back to my head, 'It's up to you to win Miss Emily;
both Marina and I could see that she likes you, so if you act cleverly
you can win her and being asked to move in with her'.
I had my mothers' approval but I should move cautiously, "That's totally
unexpected Miss Emily, you barely know me and I have to check with my
mother who happens to be my employer as well, " I said.
"I know that dear, but I have a feeling, judging from what I could detect
in the air, that your mother and Marina wouldn't mind that and we can
always find a compromise; you can move in, but you can go to the Allen
residence to clean and take care of the house, twice a week for
instance?"
She was clever and astute Miss Emily, she had picked the mood in the
Allen residence; something that the other day I felt myself. Mrs. Allen
and Miss Marina would like some time on their own? They don't probably
want me at their feet 24/7.
"I'd love to move in with you Miss Emily," I said, an eagerness in my
voice, "But I have first to talk to my mother/employer."
"Do that dear, I have a feeling though that there will be no problem.
Tell me as soon as you know."
"Yes Miss," I said as I stood up having the last sip of my coffee, "I
better go back to my chores, I still have to vacuum and do the ironing."
"Off you go then, I'll be in my study, come and see me before you go, I
have to pay you."
"Yes Miss, I'll do that."
I still had my uniform on when I left her apartment, I was only allowed
to remove my apron. "A working girl shouldn't be ashamed being seeing in
her working clothes," She stated, her clever eyes teasing me.
I started walking towards the bus stop, being aware of my outfit as I was
feeling the hem of my dress caressing my legs and thinking that my life
was about to drastically change. A new, totally unexpected phase, was
about to start.
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