Jamie Part One

The manager's stern voice echoed through the staffroom, making Jamie quiver as he stood before him. "Do you understand, Jamie?"

Jamie nodded, his short golden blond hair bobbing. "Yes," he replied meekly.

"Then repeat it to me." The manager commanded, wanting to make sure the young man had truly taken his words to heart. After all, if Jamie messed up, it would be the manager's reputation on the line.

Jamie gulped and began to recite "I am to go to the apartment listed on the paper and do my normal cleaning duties, collect any items that may have been forgotten by the patron, then move to begin my cleaning duties of the courtesan. And under no circumstances am I to have sex with the courtesans even if they offer to have sex with me first."

The manager's face darkened. "None, zero, zilch. You signed the employment contract and you know what happens when you break the rule." He said sternly. "The courtesans most likely will never ask you for sex, after all they have sex more then anyone and no matter how good looking you think you are, they aren't gonna want to jump your bones. All courtesans know the rules concerning staff, however some might just not like your face so they offer to have sex with you or try to seduce you to get you punished. Understand?"

Jamie nodded vigorously, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew the consequences of breaking the rule and he had no intention of doing so.

"Yes, sir I understand," Jamie said, clenching his jaw as a hint of frustration crept into his voice. He had already been through this spiel four times today and was starting to get annoyed.

"You better." His manager said gruffly, handing Jamie a piece of paper. "Due to the courtesan's peculiar roleplay she is often in need of our cleaning services and does well as a training partner for the new cleaning members. You will be assigned her room as part of your cleaning detail for the next month. You can go now."

Nodding, Jamie quickly walked out of the staff room, eager to get to his assigned cleaning duties. The manager watches him leave, a hint of worry in his eyes.

Sighing heavily the manager says to the now desolate room. "I can't help but worry about that boy; there's a glint of mischief deep in his eyes."

Jamie dragged himself to his locker, seething with fury and indignation as his manager's stern orders echoed in his ears. He clenched his fists as he grasped the cleaning supplies, rage coursing through his veins. His manager's micromanagement had gone too far, especially on his very first cleaning assignment involving a courtesan. How could his manager think he was so inept that he needed to be warned five times a day? As he read the paper with the details of his task one more time, he tried to shake of the anger.

As he trudged towards the room, he reviewed the paper, determined to commit every detail to memory. He softly murmured the instructions to himself, 'Clean the normal rooms first, then the bedroom of the courtesan, and the courtesan herself. The courtesan Valerie was likely to remain unresponsive as he toiled away, sanitizing both her quarters and her body.

Jamie let himself into the apartment, his mind already ticking through the cleaning list he had committed to memory. His gaze immediately took in the familiar layout of the rooms, all of the prepared manor's rooms were designed the same. He quickly scoured the entrance for any forgotten items of clothing, before moving into the living room and kitchen.

Pulling out his cleaning supplies, he methodically wiped down all the surfaces, creating a gleaming reflection of his hard work. Wiping down all the surfaces with efficiency and purpose. The clients seldom left behind messes or items, so the cleaning of the rooms was usually a swift task. Except for the bedroom. This is the room that requires the most attention; replacing the bedsheets, dealing with any stains, and ensuring that no lasting odors remain. Once he's finished the other rooms, it's finally time for him to meet the courtesan and finish his first experience of cleaning a courtesan's body.

Opening the bedroom door, Jamie is hit with a pungent smell of sex that causes his features to contort in revulsion. His stomach churns as his gaze falls upon the motionless figure of Valerie, her naked body sprawled out on the bed with a face that is devoid of emotion. Her bright red hair sits like a frame around her ashen complexion, her eyes unseeing and empty.

Jamie's gaze lingers on the older woman's face for a moment, his eyes drawn to her plump lips and fiery red hair. His attention quickly drifts away, drawn irresistibly to the curves of her body, her ample breasts are full and inviting, radiating the allure of a mature woman's body. His gaze continues downwards, tracing her inviting curves, from her wide, childbearing hips to her full, shapely ass. His eyes finally come to rest on her fiery red pubes, tantalizingly leading down to her womanhood. The sight of her is intoxicating, a temptation that Jamie cannot ignore. She is the embodiment of a MILF, a woman with the experience, knowledge and allure that can only come with age.

Or so it should, however her current state instead provoked an intense revulsion within Jamie. Her body that would normally tempt many men was now sullied with handprints and dried semen, instead of being a womanly temptress, she appeared to Jamie as a dirty discarded doll, her naked figure marred with the traces of someone else's desires, still unresponsive as if to confirm that she truly was nothing more than an object to be abused and discarded at someone's pleasure.

Moving to approach the woman, Jamie begins to tenderly wipe the cum stains from her face. Valerie's eyes remain unfocused, glassy and still, like a doll's. Her body is limp and unresponsive, almost lifeless, save for the steady up and down of her chest as she breathes. With careful, gentle movements, Jamie continues to move and position her to help in his cleaning efforts.

Cleaning her face has revealed more of Valerie's beauty to Jamie, and while he still feels a hint of revulsion due to her current state, he can't help but admire her allure. Moving to clean Valerie's ample bosom, Jamie's heart begins to flutter, causing his hands to be much rougher than he intended. Realizing his mistake, he shoots a worried glance to Valerie's face, bracing himself for her chastisement.

Instead he is met with her emotionless stare, and with a wave of relief he takes hold of himself and looks again to her breasts. 'Perhaps that's why Valerie is given to the new cleaners.' Jamie ponders. It makes sense; most newcomers struggle to contain their urges while undergoing the cleaning process, and having a doll-like model would make it easier for them to become accustomed to handling a courtesan's body.

Jamie steeled himself to treat her like a doll – a beautiful, delicate, porcelain doll. He knew Valerie was a real person, but the thought of it made his heart race and his palms sweat, so he had to focus on the task at hand and not think of her as a woman. He whispered a mantra to himself over and over: 'She is a doll, she is a doll.' With trembling fingers, he began to clean her from the top of her torso and slowly worked his way down, finding himself between her legs.

When he reaches her womanhood, Jamie is taken aback to find it relatively clean, no semen escaping her exposed opening and pooling between her legs. It appears that the previous client was more eager to indulge in a different kind of pleasure, coating her face and breasts with his own passionate seed instead of shooting it inside her unresponsive body.

Letting out a heavy sigh of relief, Jamie quickly yet thoroughly cleans Valerie's used pussy and moves to flip her over on the bed, so he can get started cleaning her back and ass. When Jamie flips her over, he is taken aback by the sight of Valerie's crimson-hued ass, as if the patron had smacked it till it bled. Was he trying to provoke a reaction from the unresponsive woman? Jamie's heart sinks, as he stares in dismay at the redness of Valerie's skin.

Seeing the state of her battered bottom, Jamie is grateful for Valerie's unresponsiveness; touching it to clean it would no doubt be agonizing for her. Gently wiping her body clean, Jamie carefully positions Valerie on her stomach before sliding the sheets over her body, hoping to provide some small comfort for her when she eventually wakes up. Having finished tending to the courtesan and the bedroom, Jamie heads to the bathroom to perform his usual cleaning duties.

He takes a few moments to admire his handiwork, scrubbing away the dirt and grime from the bathroom until it sparkles like a starry night. Trudging back out to the bedroom, his gaze immediately settling on Valerie. He takes a moment to take in her limp form, lying there on the bed like a discarded doll. He shakes his head, marveling at the transformation before him. Where once she had been caked in filth, now her beauty is revealed, and Jamie can understand the temptation to defile her, as her seductive allure draws his desires to the surface.

Collecting his cleaning supplies, Jamie heads for the door, leaving a note on it for Valerie saying to notify the cleaning staff so they can change the bedsheets. After all, she had been inhabiting them during the his cleaning and although he knew that the sheets were far from fresh and needed to be changed being a single person, he wasn't sure he could safely move her from the bed to the couch to without injuring her.

Making his way back to the cleaning staff room, Jamie spots his manager waiting for him, probably about to question him after his first courtesan's cleaning. Anxiety seeps through his body as he quickly puts his supplies in the locker.

"Jamie, how did it go?" His manager asks with a stern voice.

"Fine," Jamie responds, his throat tightening. He remembers the unresponsive woman lying on the bed during the entire cleaning process. "I cleaned the rooms first before working on her and the only place I didn't get a chance to clean was the bed as she was lying on it. I left a note on the back of the door to contact the cleaning crew when she leaves to finish the cleaning." Jamie paused, taking a deep breath before meeting his manager's gaze with determination.

"Good, you didn't do anything inappropriate to her while cleaning did you?" The manager questioned sternly, his gaze unflinching as he waited for an answer.

"No, I told you I wouldn't. Stop treating me like a child just because I'm new. I know the rules, I signed the contract, stop worrying." Jamie replied, exasperation ringing in his voice as he turned to leave the room.

Left standing alone in the room the manager heaves a heavy sigh. "The first day is always the easiest, the constant reminders of your boss ringing in your ears and plaguing your mind like an incessant mosquito. But after a week, will you still remember my words? As time passes we all tend to forget without steady reminders and seem to only recall others warnings after we get in trouble."

The manager's voice trembles with emotion as he speaks, lost in the memories of his past. "Hopefully young Jamie can remember my words just in time, like I remembered yours."