House Keeping

Xande anxiously bounced his foot as he sat and waited. He was dreading what was about to happen. He knew how much this was going to suck. But he at least had a small plan to rectify things. It wasnt a great plan but it beat running away.

The succubus had a purse on her and searching it this morning he had found two hundred dollars and not much else besides some tik taks, make up, a brush and two credit cards. Which wasnt that much in the grand scheme of things but was more than he usually had.

And then the moment came. The moment he dreaded. There was a knock on the door.

"House keeping."

Xander stood up and then stopped. He was half dressed. Why hadnt he finished dressing. Did he have time to put on a shirt? Why hadnt he put on a shirt?

"House keeping."

No. He just had to deal with things as they were. Was he sweating? Yes he was. Nervous flop sweat. Fantastic. Half dressed in a room he- no, supernatural creatures had screwed up.

Well, the room was fine. The bed was fucked. Maybe.

He had stripped the sheets. They were stiff or sticky in places and were stained purple by ichor. The mattress had a feint purplish look and the outline where he had been laying was easily seen. He hated that this was going to make things harder for the lady who had to clean up the room.

Opening the door he waved her in.

The mid thirties woman with black hair that was starting to gray gave him a smile as she wheeled in her vaccum cleaner and left the cart outside the door. She stopped in front of Xander and gave him a nod and a "Good morning."

She perhaps gave his naked torso a longer than necessary look but she stopped smiling when she saw the bed and the wadded up sheets on it. She had a plain boarding on attractive face when smiling. When the smile fell she looked sad and haggard. A kind of Molly Shannon vibe going from cheerful to sad clown.

"What happened here?" Her english was accented, sounding vaguely Russian or European.

Xander immediately handed her a hundred dollar bill. "I'm sorry. I'm really REALLY sorry. Things got out of hand last night. Please take this. I am so so sorry. I didnt want to make your job harder."

The house keeper took the hundred dollar bill and gave him a frosty stare. She then stepped to the bed and looked at the mattress and then the sheets. The groan that came out of her was painful.

"So sorry. Very sorry. Really really sorry." Xander stepped toward her, standing beside her and gestured to the bed, "I wasnt... I didnt... that... It's not my fault."

"And where is your sklyukha?" The housekeeper took a deep breath or five while trying to calm herself she looked around the room.

"Dust in the wind. Well, not dust in the wind. More..." Xander saw the womans uncaring stare as she kept taking deep calming breaths. He wiped the back of his hand against his forehead to get rid of the flop sweat. "Gone. Shes gone."

"Yebat." The woman sighed. She leaned over the bed and looked at the stains on the mattress. She took another deep breath and let it out."Is this wine?"

Xander swallowed, time to lie like a rug,"I didnt ask and she didnt say."

The housekeeper looked at the body outline on the mattress. She then looked at Xander and raised an eyebrow. "The p'yanyy was drinking while you two were trakhnul." She stared at the outline on the mattress and smirked at Xanser, "Was she licking it off you? Pustaya trata."

"Uh... I dont know what that means. " Xander looked away as he continued to nervously sweat while the housekeeper started taking more deep calming breaths, "And uh... a gentleman never tells."

"So." The woman stood up and looked at Xander's sweaty self. "You sorry. You stay and say sorry, she run away."

"Yes." Xander nodded.

The housekeeper looked at the hundred dollar bill in her hands. She took another deep breath and let it out. Her face transformed back to pretty as she got a sly smile on her face while giving Xander a half lidded looksee.

"What?" Xander asked.

"You try and make it up to me. Tease me. Give me the... the... what is word.... glaznaya konfetka. Eye candy?" She batted her eyes at Xander. "Mister sexy."

Xander blinked and looked down at himself. "Uuuuh..."

The houskeeper put her hand on his hip and let her fingers walk along his waist to the button on his jeans, she grabbed his jeans and gave them a tug. "Maybe you make it up to me other ways. Matras already stained. Why not add few more, yes?"

"What?" Xander asked.