Answer the door.

You're not sure how long you've been sitting there, only knowing it's plenty of time for you to get bored. You decide it's as good a time as any to start using that new bed. Ready to head upstairs, you lift yourself off of the couch. You then walk around to the back of it, taking the first step towards the stairs.

As if knowing you'd be heading out of earshot, you then hear a knock on your front door. You think how you certainly weren't expecting anyone, especially not at a house you've owned & lived in for less than a day. Then, you recall your Dad saying there would be "more surprises", & figure this might be one of them. Shrugging to yourself, you walk to the door, before opening it.

When you do, you are even-more surprised, as you see this standing on the other side...

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She is a beautiful blond, wearing a pink shirt unbuttoned enough to show a decent amount of cleavage. She has noticeably paired that with a black skirt just slightly shorter than knee-length, & matching high heels. In fact. if memory serves, she looks a lot like she did in that video you suddenly remember was called, "My Dad's Hot Girlfriend". She may-or-may-not-be your Dad's girlfriend, but it appears she IS your Dad's hot birthday surprise... At least the first one.

Deciding to be sure, you start to ask her.

"Are you...?" you begin, but she interrupts.

"Hello, John," she opens. "I am here...," she tells you.

Now, it's YOUR turn to interrupt.

"I can SEE that," you tell her. "But what I want to know is if you're..."

Again, she stops you mid-sentence.

"I was paid...," she says, but you are determined to get your question out first, especially at what you believe to be your house.

"I hope," you tell her, not armed with any money for her. "But why are you here?!"

"That's what I'm trying to TELL you, John!" she says. "I was made..."

"Well, if you were a maid," you again interrupt, "maybe that's what my family expected you to do for me. You might as well have arrived in your old uniform... Whether it covered you completely or not."

"You're not understanding!" she replies, groaning.

She then plants both elbows into her sides angrily, which you can't help but notice briefly raises her already-eye-catching chest.

"Your parents told me to come here... About now. If you were home, I was to work for you," she finally finishes explaining.

"Doing what?!" you ask.

She sighs again.

"Whatever you told me to do," she replies.