Cleaning Day.

Sarah: "Thank you, Miss Helga," Sarah said, her smile widening as she watched Cherie's expression falter.

Narrator: The next morning Cherie was delivered to Sarah and Mabel at Sappho Enterprises to start her job of office cleaner.

Mabel: "Good morning, Cherie. You're just in time. We need to get you out of your maid's uniform and into this cleaning uniform"

Maid Cherie: *She nods, trying to hide her anxiety and the sadness in her eyes, as she unbuttons her maid's uniform, revealing her plain white shirt and black trousers beneath. She takes the cleaning uniform offered by Mabel, which is a simple blue dress with a white apron and cap.* "I'm ready, Miss Mabel." Mabel hands her some thick woolen pantyhose to wear as well.

Mabel: "Excellent, Cherie. Make sure to put these on before the dress. They'll keep you warm while you work." *Mabel's voice is firm and cruel.* "You'll be working cleaning the office's and hallways."

Sarah: "And remember, Cherie," Sarah adds with a wink, "you're not just a maid anymore. You're a cleaner now. So, everyone is your boss and you will do what they say without question."

Maid Cherie: *Her heart sinks a little, but she nods obediently. She slides the itchy pantyhose up her legs, feeling the fabric constrict around her waist.* "Yes, Miss Sarah."

Mabel: "Now, let's get you started. Follow me, and I'll show you the supply closet." *Mabel leads Cherie down the hallway, her high heels clicking sharply on the tiles.*

Sarah: "I'm sure you'll do splendidly, Cherie," *Sarah says with a smirk, watching Cherie struggle slightly with the unfamiliar fabric of the cleaning dress.* "But remember, your performance here reflects on us, so don't disappoint."

Narrator: Both Sarah and Mabel went back to work leaving Cherie with the list of offices to clean.

Maid Cherie: *With a heavy sigh, Cherie puts on the blue cleaning dress, tying the apron around her waist and placing the cap on her head. She tries to ignore the smirk on Mabel's face as she takes the cleaning cart from her.* "Thank you, Miss Mabel," she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. She starts pushing the cart down the hallway, feeling the weight of the cleaning supplies and her new status as a mere cleaner. The first office is Julia's the cfo who has always despised Christina.

Julia: *Looks up from her desk with a sneer as Cherie enters.* "So nice of you to clean my office Christina. Look at you the once mighthy ice queen now just a cleaner."

Maid Cherie: *Her eyes flash with anger, but she quickly suppresses it, remembering her new role.* "Good morning, Miss Julia," she says with **** cheerfulness, pushing the cart into the office. "I'll get right to it." She starts dusting the shelves, her thoughts wonder what Julia is going to do to her.

Julia: "Christina, I expect this office to be spotless. You know how much I despise a mess. And don't bother calling me Miss Julia," she says with a wicked smile. "Call Miss kline"

Maid Cherie: *Her jaw tightens at the degradation, but she keeps her smile in place.* "Yes, Miss Kline," she says through gritted teeth, her eyes never leaving the shelf she's dusting.

Julia: "That's better," Julia says, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs. "Now, I don't want you to miss a single spot. Understood?"

Maid Cherie: *Nods stiffly.* "Yes, Miss Kline."

Narrator: Cherie begins to vacuum the floor, the steady hum of the machine filling the room as she meticulously moves around Julia's desk. Julia's eyes never leave her, watching her every move like a hawk eyeing its prey. Cherie can almost feel the malicious glee emanating from her former rival as she scrubs at a particularly stubborn stain.

Narrator: Julia's gaze lingers on the cleaning cart, her eyes sparkling with a sadistic idea. She opens a drawer and pulls out a glossy magazine, flipping through the pages before finding what she's looking for. She stands up, her heels clacking against the floor as she approaches Cherie, who is now on her hands and knees cleaning a corner of the room.

Julia: "Cherie, I've noticed you're doing a fine job, but I believe you're missing some spots." *Julia holds up the magazine, showing a particularly nasty spread of gossip about Cherie's past as Christina.* "I'd hate for any of this... dirt to end up on my floor. You wouldn't want me to think you're not taking your new role seriously, would you?"

Maid Cherie: *Her face reddens, but she remains silent, continuing her work, her movements a tad more vigorous.* "I'll make sure to be thorough, Miss Kline," she says, her voice tightly controlled.

Julia: "See that you are," Julia says, her tone icy. She flicks the magazine onto the floor a few feet away from Cherie.

Narrator: Julia's eyes light up with a mischievous glint as she takes in the sight of Cherie, now dressed in the humble cleaning attire, her once proud posture slightly bent as she works. The power dynamic in the room has shifted dramatically, and Julia is eager to exploit it. She opens her desk drawer and pulls out a set of handcuffs and a roll of duct tape, her smile widening.

Narrator: Julia saunters over to Cherie, her hips swaying with a deliberate sensuality that seems out of place in the cold office setting. She taps the handcuffs against the desk, watching the cleaner's eyes dart to the shiny metal restraints. "I think it's time for a little... extra training, don't you, Cherie?"

Julia: "Come now, don't be shy," she purrs, her voice dripping with condescension. "Let's see how well you can clean with your hands tied behind your back." She holds out the handcuffs, her eyes glinting with excitement as she waits for Cherie's reaction.

Maid Cherie: *Her heart races, but she swallows her fear, standing up and turning around, presenting her wrists.* "As you wish, Miss Kline," she says, her voice steady. She tries not to think about the implications of her situation, focusing instead on the task at hand.

Julia: *With a cruel smirk, Julia snaps the handcuffs onto Cherie's wrists, securing them tightly behind her back.* "Excellent," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, let's see how well you can manage with these on." She points to a spot on the floor that's still dirty.

Maid Cherie: *Her eyes narrow with determination as she lowers herself back down to the floor, her knees pressing into the cool tiles. She uses her bound hands to push the vacuum back and forth, her movements slightly awkward but determined.* "I can do it, Miss Kline," she says, her voice tight with the effort.

Julia: "Oh, I have no doubt you can," Julia says, her voice filled with mock sweetness. "But let's make it a little more challenging, shall we?" She grabs the roll of duct tape from her desk and approaches Cherie. "Open your mouth," she orders, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Maid Cherie: *Her eyes widen, but she complies, feeling the sticky tape being applied over her mouth, muffling any protests she might have.* She grits her teeth and nods, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and humiliation.

Julia: *With a laugh, Julia stands back and admires her handiwork.* "Perfect," she says, her voice filled with satisfaction. "Now, let's see you clean up that spot without the vacuum."

Maid Cherie: *Her thoughts racing, Cherie tries to focus on the task at hand. She knows that resisting Julia's sadistic games will only make things worse. With her hands cuffed behind her back, she uses her elbow to push the dirt into a pile before scooping it up with the apron of her dress.* "Mmph," she mumbles through the tape, trying to indicate she's doing as she's told.

Julia: "Very good," Julia says with a wicked smile. She takes a step closer, her stiletto heel dangerously close to Cherie's hand. "Now, I want you to clean the windows, but remember, no smudges." She grabs a bottle of Windex and a clean cloth from the cart, placing them just out of Cherie's reach.

Maid Cherie: *Her eyes flick to the items and back to Julia, understanding the challenge. With a deep breath, she crawls over to the window, her knees scraping against the floor. She uses her shoulder to knock the cloth and Windex closer, her bound hands preventing any graceful movements.* "I'll do my best, Miss Kline," she murmurs against the tape.

Julia: "I'm sure you will," Julia says, her voice a mix of amusement and malice. She watches as Cherie struggles to balance on her knees, her bound hands useless. "But remember, perfection is the only option here." She taps the side of the window with a red-tipped nail, indicating a smudge.

Maid Cherie: *Her eyes narrow as she sees the smudge. Using her shoulder, she nudges the chair closer to the window, then carefully stands up and steps onto the chair, her legs wobbling slightly. With a deep breath, she leans over the chair, her breasts pressing against the cool glass as she reaches for the cloth and Windex.* "Yes, Miss Kline," she says, her voice muffled by the tape.

Julia: "Careful," Julia warns, her eyes glinting with delight at the sight of Cherie's precarious position. "I wouldn't want you to fall and break something... valuable." She moves the chair slightly to the side, making the task even more difficult.

Julia: "Now, start from the top and don't stop until every inch is sparkling," she orders, leaning against the desk and watching with amusement as Cherie tries to maneuver the cleaning supplies with her body.

Maid Cherie: *Her eyes dart to Julia before she nods and begins to spray the Windex on the window. She uses her body weight to slide the cloth across the glass, her breath fogging up the surface as she moves. Her heart races, not only from the difficulty of the task but from the uncomfortable position she's been put in.* "Mmph," she says, trying to convey her understanding.

Maid Cherie: *As she works, she feels the fabric of her dress stretching across her backside, her cheeks flushing as she's aware of Julia's gaze on her. Despite the humiliation, she refuses to let it show, her movements methodical and efficient.* "Almost done, Miss Kline," she mumbles, her voice muffled by the tape.

Julia: "Mm, I can see that," Julia says, her voice dripping with insincerity. "But let's not forget the rest of the office. There's still so much to be done." She moves the chair away, forcing Cherie to balance on the edge of the cleaning cart. "You can finish the windows later. For now, the toilet needs a good scrub"

Maid Cherie: *Her eyes widen in horror, but she nods again, trying not to lose her balance.* "Yes, Miss Kline," she mumbles through the tape. She steps down from the chair, her legs shaking slightly.

Julia: "Good," Julia says, her smile growing more wicked by the second. She grabs the toilet brush and thrusts it into Cherie's now ungagged mouth. "Don't worry, I'm sure you're familiar with this kind of work."

Maid Cherie: *Her eyes water with the taste of the bristles, but she takes it, her thoughts racing. She knew this job would be humiliating, but she didn't expect it to be this bad.* "I'll get to it right away," she says, her voice muffled around the brush.

Julia: "Oh, I think we need to make this more interesting," Julia says, her eyes gleaming. She takes the duct tape and rips off a piece, placing it over the toilet brush to keep it in Cherie's mouth. "Now, don't go anywhere," she says, stepping away to grab her phone.

Julia: *She snaps a few photos, capturing Cherie's humiliating predicament, and sends them to a group chat with the subject line "The New Cleaner's First Day." She can almost hear the cackles of her colleagues from the other offices.*

Maid Cherie: *Her eyes widen with horror as she sees Julia's phone screen light up with notifications. She knows the photos are being shared, and she feels a deep, burning shame spread through her body.* "Please, Miss Kline," she tries to plead through the tape and toilet brush, her voice muffled and pathetic.*

Narrator: Julia ignores Cherie's plea, her laughter echoing through the office as she reads the replies. She takes another picture, this time with the toilet in the background, the gleaming porcelain a stark contrast to Cherie's tear-stained face.

Julia: "Looks like everyone's eager to see how well you perform," Julia says, her voice cruel. She shows Cherie the picture on her phone. "Now, let's not disappoint them, shall we?"

Julia: "Remember, Cherie, your mouth is now a cleaning tool," Julia says with a sadistic grin. "Prove to everyone how dedicated you are to your new role." She watches as Cherie, with a mix of anger and despair, reluctantly lowers the toilet brush into the water.

Maid Cherie: *With a deep, humiliated breath, Cherie dips the brush into the toilet bowl and uses her mouth to scrub it. The taste of the cleaning chemicals and the cold porcelain fills her senses as she tries to keep her dignity intact.* "Mmph," she murmurs, her eyes never leaving the task at hand.

Narrator: Despite the cruel game Julia has put her through, Cherie's determination to endure this ordeal only grows stronger. She scrubs with renewed vigor, her eyes never leaving the toilet as she works. Finally, Julia seems satisfied and removes the handcuffs with a dramatic flourish.

Julia: "Looks like you're all done here," Julia says, her tone still laced with malice. "Now, off to the next office. Don't keep your new colleagues waiting." She waves Cherie away, her eyes gleaming with amusement at the cleaner's plight.

Maid Cherie: *Her wrists ache as the cuffs come off, and she pulls the tape from her mouth with a grimace. She glances at Julia one last time before leaving the office, her eyes filled with a silent promise of retribution.* "Thank you, Miss Kline," she says, her voice low and tight with restrained anger.