Maid to Serve

I waited an hour for Joe to wake up. Since I couldn’t leave, I cleaned myself up, then wandered around, bored. The place was in absolute shambles. There was old food, stained and ripped furniture, and even some mold to be found. I came across his keys sitting on the counter… there were a ton of them. “Oh yeah… he was the janitor at my old elementary school…” I remembered. The fact that his house was covered in filth was even more gross now.

I wondered if I should just wake the asshole up and trick him into letting me get out of here. I suddenly burned with rage… why was I even considering spending another minute in his hell hole?? I marched back upstairs into his room, not caring about waking him up or hurting his feelings… he made me ride his dirty little… ugh.

“Joe.” I said curtly, standing at the doorway with my arms crossed.

“Hmm?” he grumbled, still half asleep.

“I want to change my clothes. Tell me I can get out of here.” I didn’t know how to sound authoritative in this situation. He smiled, eyes still closed, remembering the circumstances.

“Get in,” he said, holding the blankets of his bed back.

“No, Joe, I need to get out of here. My parents will be home in the morning,” I protested, but by the end of the sentence I was under the covers with him.

“Spoon with me,” was the only reply. I rolled myself over and nestled my butt into the man’s crotch from behind. I had to arch my back around his gut to make contact with his dick. His stocky, disgusting body against my tight teen hourglass frame. This was so fucking wrong. I felt his heavy breath on my neck and in my hair. He suddenly wrapped his arm around me and started to fondle my boobs. “Sleep ‘til morning,” he softly ordered. That’s the last thing I remembered.

“Get up!” was the first thing I heard. Once I remembered where I was, I sighed and my eyes started to well up with tears. Joe was already on his feet, and looked wide awake. “I have an errand to run,” he said, “so clean up the house until I get back.” I sprang out of bed at his words and started to gather a pile of his clothes that were scattered across the bedroom floor. As I cleaned his room, I tried one last time to get my words out.

“Joe, send me back ho-“

“Be quiet,” he cut me off. “Be a good girl and get this place nice and clean.”

I nodded, giving him a soft smile and batting my eyes at him a bit before returning to my task. What the hell was that? Was that what “good girls” do?

I heard his truck start and he pulled out of the driveway. I had a ton of time to think, while I was a prisoner in my own body, scrubbing Joe’s bathroom. I decided that one of the worst parts about this whole situation was that nobody was letting me speak. I was clever, I could reason and manipulate. I could get out of this. But neither my brother or Joe had wanted to hear anything from me, and getting silenced over and over like that really pissed me off.

I was trying so hard to clean the bathroom… It took so long to even make a dent. I think he was gone for about two hours before I heard him come back into the house. I hadn’t even finished the bathroom yet. He came up, and, seeing me with my hands in his toilet scrubbing, chuckled and said, “maybe this will help.” He threw a shopping bag at me, which hit me in the arm since I couldn’t stop myself from scrubbing his toilet.

“Please Joe. Just listen to me for-“

“Shut up.” Silenced again. “You can stop cleaning. Open your present!”

I dared to look into the bag and saw some black and white lace. Fucking shit. I knew exactly what it was.

“Put it on!” he said expectantly.

A minute later, I stood in his bathroom in the sluttiest French maid costume I’d ever seen. He’d bought black 5-inch heels to go with it. The costume had a black garter, a joke of a ruffly skirt that didn’t come close to clearing my ass, and nothing over my stomach but a few pieces of ribbon that connected to the top piece. The top was one piece of white, see-through lace that would barely stretch across my breasts and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. There was a little black lace collar and hat to complete the look. I couldn’t help but stare at myself in the mirror in complete disgust and disbelief. A perv’s dream come true, and I had to do whatever he barked at me.

“Don’t bend your knees anymore,” he said, which confused me at first. “Keep cleaning the toilet.” My body bent in half from the waist and I reached down and kept cleaning. The fucker thought of everything. He came behind me and started rubbing and gently smacking my ass. He absentmindedly slipped a finger into my pussy. Did I mention no underwear came with the outfit?

He held his phone out at me. “Call your mom and tell her you’re at a friend’s house for the day. Act natural.” Ugh. I did it, of course, all while bent over cleaning his toilet. I was surprised at the happy and relaxed tone that came out of my mouth, considering how miserable I was.

“Take the day and clean the place real good,” he said, taking his phone back. He started snapping pictures of me, telling me to smile. After a few minutes, he finally left me alone and went to take a nap again. The guy was a lazy pig.

I think that’s the hardest I’ve ever worked in my life. My guess was that he’d gotten home around 11:00am. He slept and watched TV until a little after 7:00pm… I didn’t take a single break. My arms were killing me, and my back was aching from being bent 90 degrees whenever I needed to pick something off the floor, even though Joe wasn’t even there to enjoy it. In the early afternoon, he came into the kitchen and ate some snack cakes, leaving crumbs on the floor I just scrubbed. I instinctually rushed right over and bent over in front of him to pick them up, rolling my eyes. He started to do it on purpose, and I heard his wheezy chuckle behind me as I bared my ass for the creep. He kept throwing food on the floor and getting an eyeful of my ass and my pussy. Hilarious. Didn’t offer me anything to eat even though I was starving…

He looked around and seemed satisfied at my hard work. “Why don’t we do this every Saturday? Make sure you answer your door when I’m there. Keep the uniform and wear it when you come over next week.” Like he was doing me a favor. “Get outta here,” he said with a hard smack on my ass.

I didn’t care that I was wearing that stupid skimpy outfit, I bolted through the door, into my house, and up to my room.