Maybe there is a a cafe open this late...

Exasperated, Shuichi leaned back in his seat, looked up, and saw the answer to his prayers. Down the street, in bright green neon letters, were the words ‘Paramour Maid Café Open For Business’ above a pristinely white building.

“Well, I guess that will have to do.” Shiuchi did his best to wipe himself off before getting back out of his car and trying his best not to stumble his way over to the café. Once he opened the door, the light on the inside was so bright that he had to shield his eyes from the rays as he walked in. As his eyes adjusted, he could see he was standing inside a lobby with red carpeting and European decor. Along the sides of the room were several couches, tables, and potted plants, and on the far end of the room he could see a short woman with light skin and silver hair wearing a white maid headdress standing behind a fancy wooden podium.

“Good evening, sir,” the maid behind the counter greeted politely. “How may we be of service to you this fine day?”

“I was, uh… hoping I could get some coffee,” Shuichi replied honestly as he walked up to the podium

“Of course, sir! We’ll be sure to get you a server and a room right away!” The maid replied, writing something down on a piece of paper in front of her. “Will you be paying in cash or credit today?”

“Uh, credit.” Shuichi pulled out his credit card and handed it to the woman, who swiftly swiped it through the card reader.

“Excellent! Please wait here, and we’ll get you a maid right away!” The maid then walked over to a schedule that was hanging from a nearby wall and looked through it, which gave Shuichi his first clear view of the woman’s body. At first, Shuichi thought that she was wearing a full maid’s uniform, but in reality she was only wearing the headdress and the white apron. Beyond that, she was all she was wearing was a pair of black high heels, fishnet stockings what went up to her knees, and pink panties without a bra. If Shuichi had still been drinking, he would have spat it all out as he got a sudden look at her naked back, smooth curves, and a rear that seemed to strain her low-cut underwear when she bent over.

“Oh… so this is one of those maid cafés,” Shuichi thought to himself as he reflexively covered his blush with his hand.

“It looks like you’re in luck! One of our top maids just checked in, and she doesn’t have any reservations,” the maid receptionist said as she turned around. “You can stay for as long as you want with her, but we’ll start charging extra if you stay for over an hour.”

“Er, I’m sorry, I didn’t know this place was a brothel,” Shuichi apologized. “I really just wanted some-“

“Hey! We are not a brothel!” The maid picked up a nearby feather duster and smacked Shuichi on the side of the head with it. “We are a café where adults can fulfill a fantasy of having a maid allll to themselves, answering their beck and call. But, while sex here is prohibited, we also do a great job at protecting our customers’ privacy~” She gave Shuichi a playful wink.

“I… still get coffee, right?” Shuichi asked after a moment of indecision.

“Of course! Food and drink come free with the room.” The maid took Shuichi by the hand and led him up some nearby stairs, passing by a man Shuichi assumed was a security guard. “Now, just follow me, and we’ll get you settled right in.”

Once on the second floor, the maid led Shuichi into a room that was like the lobby but much smaller, with only one couch and coffee table sitting inside. A soft orchestral score floated through the air as Shuichi sat down, helping him to calm his frayed nerves.

“Alright, your maid will be with you shortly – and remember to take good care of her, okay?” the half-naked receptionist asked. “All of our girls are very valuable, so if you break one… we’ll make you pay~”

“I, uh, promise we won’t have any issues,” Shuichi replied, acknowledging the implied threat.

“Good! Then please, enjoy your stay!” The maid smiled as she left the room and closed the door, leaving Shuichi alone with himself, his anxieties, and the coffee table.

“Augh…” the boy sighed, deflating onto the couch. “Maybe this is what I deserve. No real friends or lovers… just those I pay to tolerate me.”

The office boy simmered in fruit juice and his own self-pity for several minutes until the door to his room finally opened.

“My apologies for the wait,” a refined female voice greeted him. “I wanted to prepare a few things so that can make the most of our time together, Mr…. Mr. Saiharah!?”

Shuichi, recognizing the voice, turned around and saw none other than the CEO of his company, Kirumi Tojo, standing in front of him. It took him a moment to recognize the blonde woman, since she wasn’t wearing her normal business suit. Instead, she was wearing a black maid headband, a short black apron, black high heels, silk black gloves, black garter belts, and nothing else. At the moment, she was also carrying a silver tray covered with tea pots, cups, and sweets, though she nearly dropped it when she realized exactly who here client was.

“M-Ms. Tojo!?” Shuichi gasped; his expression as shocked as hers. “What are you doing here?”

“Augh… I supposed one of my employees finding out about this was inevitable, but I still would have preferred it happen under other circumstances.” Kirumi regained her composure almost instantly and placed the silver tray onto the coffee table before sitting down beside Shuichi. “As you can plainly see, I work here at the café as a maid.”

“Yeah, I can see that, but… why!?” Shuichi asked, still astonished. “I didn’t think a CEO would have to moonlight, and even if she did I still wouldn’t expect to see one here!”

“Very observant of you, Mr. Shaihara,” Kirumi said politely as she put her hands together in her lap. “You are correct. I don’t do this because I need the money. I do this because I want to.”

“You… want to be a servant!?” Shuichi asked. “But… you run a whole company! Isn’t this beneath you?”

“No, I don’t run the company. The shareholders do,” Kirumi corrected. “And yes, serving others as best as I can has been a dream of mine since I was little. It makes me feel like… I have purpose. So, before I was chosen to be CEO, I began working at our company as a janitor as soon as I finished high school. However, I was so diligent and dedicated to my cleaning work that I was promoted to a low-level manager after only a few months. My management strategies there increased profits so much that I was promoted to higher management, and then finally to CEO. This was not the career path that I originally envisioned, to be sure, but if my masters wish me to serve as leader of the company, then that is what I must do.”

“But… if you’re still a servant, then why bother coming here?” Shuichi asked, growing inquisitive.

“Well… unfortunately, the shareholders only ever issue orders when something goes wrong, and things have been going so well at the company lately that they almost never give me commands at all,” Kirumi explained.

“Wait, that’s unfortunate?” asked Shuichi.

“It is to me.” Kirumi’s hands visibly tightened their grips one another. “Many people would dream of being in a position where they answer to no one, but for me it was ****. It was like I was without purpose all over again, but I was unable to escape without disappointing my masters. It felt like I was going to go crazy, but then I realized something; there wasn’t anything stopping me from having more masters, was there? So, I did some searching, found this café, and applied for a position. From that day onwards, I was no longer just Kirumi Tojo, CEO; I was also Ms. Oolong, The Ultimate Maid.”

“Wow…” Shuichi leaned back in his seat and placed his hand on his forehead. “I’m sorry, Ms. Tojo, but this all so… unbelievable.”

“Well, believe it or not, it is the truth.” Kirumi stood up and got down onto her knees in front of Shuichi. “As of right now, our positions in the social ladder are officially reversed. Until you leave this room, I am your maid and you are my Master, and I am honor-bound to complete all of your requests to the best of my ability. So please, Master, if you have a demand, do not hesitate to voice it.”