A new opportunity arises

Mrs. Winthrop led Mindy to a large office lined with mahogany walls, old bookshelves and more of the man sized statues that Mindy had seen before. The tall ceilings were embroidered with decorative engravings that one would find in old Italian churches. To the far side, was a mural of flat-screen monitors. Several smaller monitors bordered a large 60" monitor which was blocked by a high backed chair and desk.

The head maid gestured for Mindy to wait and approached the chair with reverence. Mindy went to her knees and waited until she was told to do something. She shifted uncomfortably and adjusted her outfit. It had been a while since she'd worn anything and the feeling had become foreign to her. The material seemed to squeeze against her, reminding her that it was there. She took her mind off the strange feeling by focusing on Mrs. Winthrop.

Mindy's mistress lowered her head and murmured softly to the person behind the seat. After a brief conversation, the mature brunette nodded, took a quick glance at the girl and then returned her attention to the person in the chair. Her face looked to blush up as the conversation continued. She gave another hesitant nod and bent down to her knees. Mindy shifted in her place again. Her gaze stayed on Sally, sharing a sense of embarrassment at watching the other woman in a moment of vulnerability. Mindy had never seen the head maid display any sort of submissiveness and it was perversely intriguing to watch. Her attentions were soon shifted, however, as the high-backed seat began to turn to reveal the owner of Livingstone Estates.

Mindy's eyes followed the swivel of the plush leather seat, revealing a slim man with silver hair. He had narrow, pale blue eyes that immediately locked onto the young maid. They scrutinized her as his neatly trimmed mustache wriggled in what appeared to be an eager delight. Rather than a stern harsh man, Mr. Livingstone seemed jovial and upbeat. He brushed his equally neatly trimmed goatee as he internally assessed his employee. He waved at Mindy to approach the desk.

"Come girl, let's have a better look at you."

The man's voice sounded warm and gregarious. It was the opposite of what Mindy had been expecting; some shut in old pervert voyeur. She stood up and walked over to the desk. Mrs. Winthrop stayed on her knees, next to Livingstone. The monitors displayed various areas of the estate, as Mindy suspected. Livingstone held his hand up to stop the girl when she was close enough.

"Ms. Mindy Potts," he said in a casual tone, leaning back into his seat, "I've heard... and seen... a lot about you..."

Mindy blushed.

Livingstone turned partway back to his monitors leaving room for Mindy to see what was on display. As she suspected, her recent encounter with the delivery man was on display of the large monitor. The high caliber cameras caught full details of her lewd act. The screen quality was so good, the wetness of her pussy could be clearly seen when she parted her legs for the man. Mindy could feel her cheeks burn even redder. She had never seen herself on video doing such things. If others were to see this, she would die of embarrassment. The days of her being a clothes-less slave were forgotten and her sense of public decency was being challenged.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" Livingstone tilted his head and raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious what the girl's response would be.

Mindy stammered, "Please... Mr. Livingstone, I... please don't fire me... I'll do anything to make it up to you... I need this job..."

Mindy dropped to her knees again, holding her hands together, begging for forgiveness. Tears started welling up in her eyes as she was certain this would be the end of her career. She would have to move out of town, maybe out of state to find work if this were to get out.

Mr. Livingstone laughed. It was a gentle chuckle that turned to a chest shaker. Mindy stopped her groveling and looked up. The silver haired man shook his head slowly and smiled.

"Ms. Potts. Do you know what I do for a living?"

Mindy paused and thought.

"Of course, I was born into money. I don't need to work, my parents took care of that," Livingstone said, letting his question be rhetorical, "I do work though, it helps keep me busy."

The man stood up and circled around the desk.

"You see, I provide a service to fellow social elite, one that you can't just 'Google'. It's a more specialized service that really only the elite would seek out and afford."

Mindy nodded slowly.

"Of course, I need workers to provide these services. Well trained workers with an aptitude for the task."

Mindy nodded again, starting to see where the conversation is headed.

"You, Ms. Potts, have displayed this aptitude in spades after only a few days. I think you can guess what that aptitude is..."

Mindy nodded again.

"Well, now that we are both on the same page; would you be interested in a new job?"