He interviews a maid

Smiling, Frank strolled across the street towards the Deville house, rehearsing his approach in his mind before he rang the doorbell.

The door was opened by the pretty uniformed maid, who was slightly older than she had appeared at a distance. She cocked her head and smiled curiously at him.

"Bonjour M'sieur, 'ow can I 'elp you?" she asked in a pretty French accent that Frank almost certain she was exaggerating.

"Good Morning, I'm Frank Castillo from across the street. Is the lady of the house home?"

"Alas non M'sieur. She and Ma'amselle Olivia they 'ave gone out to the shopping."

"Oh, that's too bad, I was hoping to talk to her about...well...about you. Or someone like you anyway," he said with a shrug, doing his best to look slightly embarrassed.

"About moi? Alors M'sieur, what about me?"

"Well, I saw that Madame Deville had a maid, you...and I'm living alone. I thought having a maid to do some of the household things that keep piling up might be a good idea."

"Ahhh….I see. You wish to hire a maid? To cook and clean?"

"I'd like to explore the idea anyway. I don't know much about it. Perhaps if you have a minute we could talk. If you're not busy of course."

She gave him a long look then pushed the door open wider. "But of course M'sieur, come into the kitchen. I was just about to take a small break, and you are welcome to join me while you ask your questions. My name is Lucie, M'sieur. Lucie Benoit."

She smiled and led him into the house, Frank admiring the sway of her skirt and the twitch of her rump as he followed her.

"I made some tea? Would you like some? Or something else?"

"Tea is fine," Frank smiled. "Here, let me pour it. You said you're on your break so you shouldn't be serving."

"M'sieur is too kind," she smiled. "Merci." He pushed the cup which he had surreptitiously doctored with the **** towards her and smiled as she took a sip. "So M'sieur, what is it you wish to know?"

"Well, I'm guessing there's an agency or something like that for maids? Is that how Madame Deville hired you?"

"Mmm...non. She placed an advertisement, and I answered it. She wanted a maid, and when she met me and found I was French, she wanted the 'French Maid Look'" she gestured to her uniform. "She did not know that I am French Canadian, not French, and she still does not know. Please do not betray my secret M'sieur."

"It's safe with me," Frank chuckled. "So I'm guessing she pays well enough to make the uniform worthwhile? And for you to exaggerate your accent?"

Lucie smiled knowingly at him over her teacup as she sipped. Then gracefully hopped up to sit on the table.

"You are very observant. Much more so than Madame. In fact, I speak English fluently, with hardly a trace of accent as you can see. But Madame, she would rather, 'ow you say? 'ere me speak like she believes a French maid should."

Frank laughed at the fluid change between accents, and Lucie laughed with him.

"What about Mr. Deville? What does he think."

"Oh La! M'sieur Deville is quite 'appy to be served by a pretty French maid. 'E likes when I bend over to give 'im something...and wriggle a little...Allow me to demonstrate."

"Yes, I see why he wouldn't mind," Frank chuckled as he eyed her lush cleavage. "You're very impressive."

"Thank you M'sieur Castillo! You are too kind. Oooops! Oh La! I seem to have fallen out!" She giggled as a sudden and deliberate shift in her position caused her ripe tits to fall out of her dress.

Frank smiled, with a low growl and looked at her with hungry eyes.

"You look delicious Lucie. Do you show yourself off to Mister Deville like this?"

"Oh no! I tease him without mercy. All very innocent of course. If Madame Deville wants me to dress up like this with her husband in the house, she has only herself to blame."

"And does the bottom match the top?" he asked with a teasing smile.

"I will let you be the judge," she smiled wickedly, rolling onto her hands and knees and pulling her panties to one side.

"Very pretty Lucie. And I see that showing off excites you. You're wet," he reached out and stroked her swollen labia, making her arch her back and gasp sharply.

"M'sieur has a gentle touch," she moaned softly.

"And does Lucie have a private room, or does this horny French maid want to fuck right here in the kitchen?"