Caught Stealing E-Book

Malory Chambers

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Caught Stealing

Leseprobe

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Caught Stealing

(Punishing The Maid 1)

By Malory Chambers

Copyright 2015 Malory Chambers

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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Part Time Maid Caught Stealing

I thought for a moment before asking the bartender for another glass of beer, glancing away guiltily when I only tipped a dollar. My empty wallet hissed at me. I was running out of money faster than I can make it.

The bartender did not seem to mind, flashing me a grin that went straight between my legs. I wondered how much his beard would tickle if he went down on me. He had a nice smile that was promising. God, I was horny. I took a sip of the beer and tried to stop my mind from going to the gutters.

I walked back to the table where my friends were gathered, though I was too distracted by other things to really have fun. Money things mostly and how I was going to get enough to pay rent.

"Get your head out of the clouds, Ashley!" Jennifer scolded, reaching over to steal a few gulps of my beer.

"Thief!" I exclaimed with a giggle.

"Oh, don't be a cheapskate," she punctuated with a loud burp.

The table of girls ew-ed their disgust.

"You're so gross," I said as I took back my beer.

Jennifer was a petite blonde with big boobs and long legs, a combination that made her the most desirable women in our year. Next to her, I was plain Jane. Perhaps even less.

"So, how's work?" she asked with a suggestive wink.

"Good, nothing fancy," I shrugged. I had taken up a part time job as a maid for the rich and bored. It was an embarrassing job that Jennifer introduced me to, but one that pays well.

"Enjoying the dress code?" she winked again.

I blushed, thinking of the ridiculous maid outfit that I had to wear while I went about all my duties. "So far, I've only ever worked while nobody is in the house so it's not a big deal," I said. "Did you have to do anything weird?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly. I took another sip of the beer to hide my embarrassment. I knew there were stories about the maid service being more than just a cleaning service. I had never hear anyone share the stories first hand.

She shook her head no, but her face was a tell-tale red.

"Oh my god, you have!" Jessica exclaimed, her hand to her mouth in mock horror. "Spill!"

I looked at her with curiosity. Part of our contract included a nondisclosure clause. To my surprise, she took a small sip of somebody else's drink (since I was heavily guarding mine) and started talking.

"Well, there was this house I went to last week," she started, lowering her voice dramatically. "I wouldn't call it a house though, it was more like a mansion. The size of that thing! It was a bit far from town. I wouldn't have known such a place existed if not for the job. Anyways, when I got there, I was fairly horrified. It would take me days to clean the whole place! Turns up, he didn't call me so I can go clean up. He wanted an audience." She paused and studied our expressions, making sure that everybody was paying attention to her story.

When she was satisfied that she had everyone's undivided attention, she continued, "I couldn't tell you whose house it was, of course, since this is all super secret. But anyways, I arrived at this majestic house and it took me a whole five minutes to get from the front gate to the front door. It was ridiculous." She shook her head.

I quietly cursed her bad story telling. She diverged so much useless information that it was almost painful to listen to. I was still curious though, and continued listening intently.

"Instead of having the house to myself, I found that there were already servants there. A butler. A butler! Could you believe it? A butler showed me to a little cottage behind the house and told me to get in."

I gulped, feeling as if I was the one in the story instead of her. It could very well happen to me too. I crossed my legs under the table discreetly, feeling a warmth between my legs, travelling deep into my stomach and high up still.

"So I went into the room, but even before I opened the door I could hear murmurs from inside," she moaned and whimpered, "I heard, 'oh, oh! Don't stop! Oh!'."

We gasped and giggled. The story was sounding more and more ridiculous by the minute.

"I thought, 'Oh my god, some rich guys wants me to watch them have sex with each other...' but I opened the door to go in and you know what I find?" she paused again.

"What did you find?"

"There was a guy. An old bald guy watching porn, could you believe it?" she said.

Jessica choked on her drink, "Wha- what?!"

"Yeah," she sighed. "I was all hot and excited too. Turns out he wanted me to help him find more of the porn by that actress since he was too embarrassed to ask his own servants to do it for him. He thought someone from the maid service would know."

"That can't be true," I said, not believing a word of t [...]