Maid of Desire

After waking from your slumber, you go get yourself a coffee and some breakfast and realize the terrible state of your home. They're shot everywhere and you have your own little paths throughout the house, and you just consciously smelled the place for the first time in a long time. It was putrid and rank and told you that it needed to be cleaned up. But you're lazy and would never go around picking up this and that and buy a bunch of air fresheners. The idea dawned on you that you could just make someone be your maid and clean up the house in sexy outfits, maybe make some meals later on.

You fell in love with the thought of having a sexy maid at your command, but you had no idea who to get. There was Teresa, your Cuban/Venezuelan American neighbor who was a lovely woman with a great body. But this gave you a bad itch, thinking of making her into a stereotype of latinas as maids for pricks like you. Although, you've watched a lot of those videos online where the latina pornstars pretend to be maids and strip for a little extra cash and that really fit your engine running. So you said fuck it, this is your fantasy and its like you're making everyone into a stereotype.

You get dressed and go over to her house on this lovely Saturday morning and ring the doorbell. She answers the door and stands there with her gorgeous smile, it warms you up when you see her face. "Hey, Teresa. Are you still going to school?"

"Yes James," she answered with her arousing accent.

It ticked you when she said your name, "It must be hard supporting yourself while going to college, huh?"

"No, my papa put a lot of money away for my education and mama still sends me homemade meals."

"Are you sure there isn't any burden on your financially, like rent or expenses?"

"N—," she began to say until her face changed and she was being driven by your influence,"...Yes. I could use some more money..."

"That's great to hear, because I have a job for you. I need someone to help around the house here and there. I've been so down lately that I can't get myself to do much of anything anymore. You'all take the job, won't you Teresa?"

"That so sad to here James," she said placing her hand on your shoulder, "I will take the job. When do you want me to start?"

"Oh, thank you! I you can start today if you'd like. Let me just get your costu—I mean, uniform."

She gave her sunny smile, her plush lips curling upward, "Okay, I'll wait here James." You left and heard the door close behind you and now you had to find an outfit for her to wear. You have nothing at home except for your own clothes so it was time to take some cash and go shopping. At the a mall you found a couples where they sold sexy outfits and sex toys to spice up bedroom activities. You obviously bought the tiny French maid outfit and hurried back to Teresa's.

There you rang again and she opened up, "Here you go Teresa. You told me you liked maid outfits so I bought you this knowing you'd like it. Don't you?"

"...Why yes James, I love it!"

"Good, now you know that the AC doesn't work in my house."

"...Yes."

"Well, you're going to feel hot as you clean so feel free to loosen up and take something off alright. I'm cool with it and I don't want you getting heat stroke alright. I'll tell you, you'll probably feel cooler and cooler as you take off more and more even as the heat rages on."

"Okay James, thank you for this opportunity. I'll go put this on and be over in a minute."

"Good see you then," and you left to go back to your place and wait for your new sexy maid neighbor.