A job offer catches your eye. Maid needed?

The phone keeps on ringing with every new notification. Awesome! Sweet! You barely even manage to drink your coffee with all the new messages that just keep on pouring in. With your phone in one hand, and a fresh chocolate cookie in the other, you browse through a few more potential matches. One in particular catches your interest! 'Sugar daddy looking for nude maid. Good pay.'

After a quick google, you find out that a 'sugar daddy' is someone who pays girls in exchange for various favours. In this case, apparently to be a naked maid. That's as boring as it is amazing! You're quick to tap on the phone screen and send the dude a message to ask for more information. Instead of getting in touch with a proper person for a chat, he sends you a small pdf file with various questions.

Name? Uh... well you can't use your real name. Sarah is a nice name. Let's go with Sarah.

Age? It's again not like you could use your real age, but you should try to be legal at least. 18 years old! Perfect!

Single? Yup, we are.

Virgin? Why the hell does he need to know THAT if he simply needs a maid? Weird fetish or something? Whatever, you're as virginal as a virgin can be, so that's a yes.

You finalize the file, send it back to him, and in return get an address. Still no real human contact, but all right. The guy lives in the suburbs which is a few minutes away, easily doable by train. After finishing your coffee, you grab your things and travel to your next destination. As you assumed, it was a quiet area. Rows of large expensive houses. Lines of trees. Expensive cars in front of every garage. Neat.

Must be nice to live here...

You walk past a little pond with its own little shishi-odoshi, and walk up a few stone tiles to get to the entrance of the large building. An impressively large wooden door. Made from mahogany wood maybe? This place is hella impressive! Whoever lives here must be loaded. You knock on the door and surprisingly it's some teenager opening it for you? You eye him suspiciously. Maybe not a teen, but early or mid 20's for sure, short hair with gel in it, casual clothes. Did he send you the message? Or was it his father...?

"Hey, I'm Chris. You're here for the ad? You're Sarah?" His voice was pleasantly deep and manly enough to be taken serious. Under any other circumstance, he's the kind of guy you'd happily invite over for a beer with the buddies and a round of competitive Halo. Unfortunately, you're a girl right now so anything 'normal' is out of the question until that's sorted out.

"Yeah, hi. I have to admit I expected someone older and... creepier. So you're Chris, huh?" The idea of being naked around someone of your age was slightly more comforting than being nude around some old perv. "How much are you paying for the job?" If it's any less than $100 bucks, you're gonna have to give it a second thought. Probably.

"It's $3000 if you do it for the weekend." WHAT? Jesus Christ, that's more money than what you can earn in a month! That's also making the awkward demand for a virgin slightly more reasonable, he's paying top notch for it! Okay, stay cool!

"That's... reasonable, yeah! Sure! Of course! When can I start?!??" Nooo you're supposed to stay cool... "You only need me to clean up the house a bit? I can do that." Man, for that amount of money you would accept cleaning the houses of every single neighbour! It's ridiculous that such a simple task can reward so much money suddenly just because you've got a different set of genitals tucked away in your underwear!

After the initial introduction, you take a quick look around. There's a fireplace in the living room, the kitchen looks so expensive that it may as well be used in high class restaurants, and the bathroom was flourished with granite and marble. Sick! Upon turning around you release a startled gasp, facing Chris again. He rather casually adds that "You can drop your clothes off in the washing machine, and get started 'cleaning' whenever you feel up to it," before turning and leaving again. All right! You follow his advice and begin stripping. In the process, you also again admire your perky tits and that peachy cunt between your legs. It was still a beautiful sight. Seriously. If anyone were to tell you to go fuck yourself, you'd take 5 minutes in the closet and follow that request to the letter.

However, that's not what you are going to get paid for. You grab the broom, a bucket and some soap and get started upstairs. After an hour of dedicated cleaning upstairs, you work your way to the area downstairs and repeat the process. Your nude body is soon glistening with beads of sweat which ran in trails down the curve of your spine, as well as the warm alley between your breasts. Without a bra to keep them in check, they bounced freely with every motion and rubbed wetly against your skin. It was impossible not to notice the added weight on the front of your chest. Once again, you realize that being a girl is weird.

Throughout it all, Chris was idling in the living room watching TV. It's only when you finally move the bucket and your broom into the living room that he's giving you a quizzical look.

"Uh." He stares at you.

"Uhmm..." His gaze jumps to the broom, wet stains covering its wooden handle from all the work you've been doing.

"What, uh..." He's looking back at you, briefly staring at your tits before raising his gaze to meet yours. "What are you doing? I didn't seriously mean for you to clean the house. I thought it was obvious that I am paying you for sex?" For a long second, you look back at him with empty eyes.

"Oh. Ohhhh... no! Why would you not just say that? I've been cleaning for ages already! Besides I don't even want to have sex? What the hell, dude," you exclaim in your whiny, feminine voice. Which made you sound slightly less upset, and more... awkwardly cute. You're turning into a tsundere! Gross.

"Why not? I'm clean, you're a virgin, it's virtually risk free. For what else did you think I was going to pay $3000? Just for the sight of your pussy? There's nicer looking vaginas on the internet, for free. Yours doesn't even have a hair on it, how should I know if you're even really old enough to have sex? You sure you've hit puberty yet?" A faint red blush comes across your cheeks. For one, it really had been a surprise that he would offer so much cash for some cleaning. Secondly, he dared insulting your lady bits! Even if they're not really yours, it was still a strike to your ego. Going hairless down there was still the cool thing, wasn't it? Or is it seriously going out of fashion again already?

"Those aren't the only risks, idiot! You already knew that if you know that I've never had sex. You know, virgins don't typically use any birth control just in case they might have sex some day. And I sure as hell am too young to have you fucking a baby into my belly, don't cha think," you add arrogantly with a tense hand resting confidently on your pronounced hips. THAT will teach him not to invite naive girls over for an easy lay. Brrrr... a shiver runs down your spine upon realizing that you just thought of yourself as a naive girl. Creepy. However, he seems rather... unmoved by your speech.

"Are you done? You think that I would want to get some random nobody pregnant? I don't even know you, girl. I just want to drain my balls into you." Ugh, that mental image twists your stomach. On the other hand, that would literally be the biological purpose of your new genitals. A tight hole to serve as sperm-catcher. Cum-bucket. Jizz-collector. Semen-depository.

Okay, enough with that. "Well there's no draining happening here. For $3000, I might agree to doing it once. With a condom. Missionary."

He places a small envelope on the arm of his couch and you can see a stack of money bulging the paper. "Here's $4000. Any position I want, you stop being bitchy, and we do it raw. I had a vasectomy because of annoying talks like this. We do it bareback, or I'll keep the money and you are free to leave. If you stay, you get an extra $500 for each time I cum inside you."

Whoa there slow down, you take a moment to think about what he just said. $4000 for doing it unprotected? Even if he had a vasectomy, the idea of having a man's cum in your body is kind of disgusting. It's gooey and slimy and it gets everywhere. Blows your mind that women actually enjoy that thought. Like -- seriously -- you'd be stuck with someone elses bodily fluids inside your own body, if that isn't just weird as heck, then... yeah. On the other hand, with that amount of money... you could easily afford a better computer, a massive flat screen TV, maybe even a car if you can milk that guy's pockets well enough. On the tiny off-chance that he's lying about the vasectomy, you know his name and where he lives. Tracking him down to sue him would be child's play. "All right, fine." The fact that he also expected you to be less bitchy was disheartening, but for that amount of money, you can keep your mouth shut for a day or two. If anything, the deal just got better! You get MORE money for LESS work? Sweet~

Chris answers by unzipping his pants and pulling his dick out, to which you hold your hands out in front of you. "Slow down there! Aren't we first going to have... I dunno, dinner? Candles?" Even if you're not really a girl, it was still the first time for you to have sex. At all. Even back when you were a guy you were a virgin. This is going to be a memory that you -- unfortunately -- won't be able to forget, so you expect to make it special and pleasurable to the best of your abilities. Chris however simply shook his head.

"Unless you plan to pay ME for the sex, no. No way. It's been a while since I've gotten laid, so let's skip the part where you play hard to get. Let's get it over with quickly. I'm doing you a favor here, turning you into a woman and all that." You could've sworn that he even smirked for a moment upon noticing just how precious your virginity seems to you. With a quick push, he gets rid of his pants followed by his shirt before taking your hand and guiding you back to the bathroom. His erect dick was bouncing from side to side with every step, which drew an unpleasant amount of attention. Were you gay for looking at it? Na, you're a chick right now, so it's fair play. If anything, looking at the meat sausage just made it look even less appealing. It was a stick of meat for Christ's sake. Should you really allow him to put that thing inside you? Is that how you want to have your first time?

He pulls you over to the sink, and then nudges you with your backside up against the cold granite surface. He looks into your eyes -- it's almost romantic! Is he about to kiss you? He didn't mention any kissing. Is he going to pay extra for that too? Should you close your eyes? Maybe you should. Yeah probably. As soon as you close your eyes, you suddenly feel a brief pain in your crotch! A stinging sensation, followed by a sensation of... fullness? You instantly open your eyes to see him already balls deep inside you! What the hell! This wasn't special at all?!? He didn't even ask before pushing inside!!

Less than a second passes before he pulls back out halfway, and thrusts back inside with even more eagerness! Just as before, the fullness returns as if you're getting stuffed like a Christmas turkey, a bizarre but accurate description... this time he holds himself inside your cunt for a moment, the heat of his appendage warming up the flesh of your twat. So this is it, you're actually having sex for the first time. With your gaze focused on your crotch, you can see the lips of your pussy tautly stretched around the base of his dick, embracing it completely -- much like nature intended.

Chris interrupts your thoughts with a displeased tone. "Next time try relaxing a bit more, it's way too tight. But at least you did your job correctly." What does he mean... ? He can't be done already, can he? He pulls back a third time and then shoves his manhood back into your body just like before, and then... simply withdraws. Completely. As soon as his bulbous cockhead leaves your freshly deflowered vagina, a dribble of fluids pours forth and across the ceramic tiles below.

You lean forward just enough to inspect the liquid -- cloudy and white. It pools underneath your crotch, more of it still escaping your freshly broken pussy. Huh.

"But... that's it?" It had been barely five seconds! Maybe ten? This can't be it! There was no pleasure, not even a whole lot of pain. Seriously? This is sex? What a rip-off! To add insult to injury, you already begin noticing the salty scent of fresh sperm now that it had a chance to mingle with your own juices. It gets even worse when you face the fact that his cum wasn't just waiting for you by the entrance into your vag -- no -- he had bumped it a good eight or nine inches deep into your womanhood! Disgusting! Gross! A few seconds of fun for him, and a lifetime of nightmares for you.

However, you DID agree to stop being bitchy... "Good job," you remark with just a hint of sarcasm in your voice before you get off the sink, and waddle towards the toilet. As soon as you sit down, a steady stream of translucent goo leaks right out of your sore slit. You can even feel the spunk moving around inside you, gravity itself was coaxing it out from the deepest reaches of your cunt, and it oozed down alongside the tender walls of your vagina before reaching your labia and dripping off in white chunks. This isn't romantic! This isn't what you signed up for! ... well, technically it is. Man, talk about being off to a weird start.

You glance back up just in time to see Chris placing $500 by the sink, and he leaves while you are still busy squeezing his infertile but annoying spunk out of your freshly inseminated vagina. Ah well. Money is money... play your cards right, and being a girl for two days might still be one of the best things that ever happened to you. The most profitable for sure, but also the most irritating...