Just start cleaning

You swallow hard and stomp over to the closet door. You can tell Louis is just going to ignore any more requests for a new uniform right now. At least if you show him how useful you can be you may be able to get on his good side and he may listen to your request later.

You open the small door and find a tiny utility closet with only a few basic cleaning supplies inside - a mop and bucket to the left, a broom and dustpan to the right, and a feather duster hanging on the wall in the middle. With an unsteady hand you lift the duster off its hook and hold it to your chest, still pondering just what your life will be like in this mansion.

"So are you gonna clean or what?" Louis's disgruntled voice snaps you out of your daydream. With a high-pitched squeal and a jump, you turn around to face him. Your stiff arms held at your sides, you nod your head, eager to not make a bad first impression. Though you still keep a determined expression, your cheeks go red again as you see Louis ogle your body.

"Yes! Where did you want me to start?" you blurt out, trying your hardest to keep focused on the job.

"Dust the bookshelves first," he instructs, pointing to the shelves to his right.

You nod and carefully step around Louis's chair. As you stop in front of the large bookshelf, you let out a little squeal as Louis pinches your ass. You cover your asscheeks with both hands and glare at him before starting your work. All he gives in response is a smug grin. With a huff you begin dusting, starting with the middle shelves. You can start with the easiest part and eventually make your way to the harder-to-reach parts, you figure. As you dust off the covers of books that must not have been touched in years, Louis gets back to his paperwork. The first few shelves are simple, though you have to pace yourself so that the dust doesn't hang in the air too much. When you get to the shelves above your shoulder height you need to pay more attention to make sure you don't miss any corners. As you continue going up you eventually have to reach up on your tip toes just to get the duster up to the highest shelves.

Though your work slows down to a crawl you do eventually clean the highest shelf with much effort. As you are just making your final sweep of the top shelf to make sure it's clean, a hard smack ripples your ass cheek and almost makes you lose your balance. You steady yourself, grabbing hold of one of the shelves for balance, and look over your shoulder. Louis, apparently done with his paperwork, is sitting down on the bed with the same smug grin on his face.

"What's wrong?" he asks mockingly. "You still have the lower shelves to clean."

He's right. You aren't finished. With gritted teeth, you bend down to dust the lower shelves. These shelves take less effort than the higher ones but your heart is pounding out of your chest knowing that Louis is sitting behind you with a full view of your backside.

You have to get down on your hands and knees for the bottom two shelves, prompting Louis to whistle in approval. "You have a fine ass for a maid," he quips, only heightening your embarrassment. You try to hurry along, knowing he will be staring at your exposed nethers until you finish.

When you finally do finish, you stand up and face Louis again. "Finished!" you exclaim with as much enthusiasm as you can fake. "What do I need to clean next?"