Mindy makes a mess of things.

The homeowner turned to walk away as if that would make Mindy disappear, but the young maid followed close behind. "Mrs. Marvin..."

"If you must address me, call me Mrs. D'Angelo." Mrs. D'Angelo said.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. D'Angelo, but I can't go back, I'm supposed to do my service here for the week!"

"Well, I say your service is done, so go home, take the week off for all I care," the lady replied with a flick of her raven black hair.

"I can help you out around the apartment... maybe do dishes or vacuum? You see, I'm really a maid, but I was..."

"Girl, I don't need your life story. I have hired help to maintain this place and I'm sure they're much better suited to the job than a girl in gold pain..." before the Mrs. D'Angelo could finish her statement, her eyes took a look at Mindy for the first time, then her gaze trailed behind the maid. Her face grew taut and her nostrils flared. "DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE?!"

Mindy warily turned her head to look behind. To her dismay, there was a golden foot path where she had walked before. Her stomach lurched in horror. There was no way she was going to stay now...

"I want you to clean this mess up and then I want you OUT OF HERE!" Mrs. D'Angelo demanded with a fiery bellow.

Mindy cringed and ducked her head, "Yes, Mrs. D'Angelo," she said quickly before turning to scurry out of the room.

"STOP!" the homeowner called out, halting Mindy in her tracks. "Wash yourself off first! I don't want any more of that paint getting all over my house!"

Mindy turned and nodded, but didn't know where to go for any of these tasks she'd been assigned. She looked at Mrs. D'Angelo helplessly and the elder woman rolled her eyes, made an exasperated gasp and went into the master bath room. She returned shortly after with several towels which she laid on the floor before directing Mindy to follow the makeshift path.

Mindy followed the toweled floor into the bathroom. It was an elegant marbled room with a large bath in the center, double sinks of the side and a walk in shower in the corner. The faucets, of course, were all gold plated.

"Into the shower," Mrs. D'Angelo instructed. Mindy stepped inside and was about to reach for the handle when D'Angelo said, "Don't touch anything!" She turned on the shower instead.

A gush of warm water streamed over Mindy's head. She felt weird being washed by the owner, who was technically her boss for the week. Was she some sort of stray puppy that needed to be tended to? She did mess up the house... so, maybe. Mindy stood there and contemplated her lot in life.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to wash yourself?" Mrs. D'Angelo asked impatiently.

Mindy quickly ran her hands over her body and rubbed the paint out of her hair. It was thankfully water based and washed off easily. The maid was mindful of the woman waiting for her, though. She was quickly becoming nude in front of her and felt even more vulnerable now. Her cleansing was not going quick enough though, as Mrs. D'Angelo took one of the towels and started rubbing Mindy down with it. She was half in the shower, reaching in with one arm, but the towel soon became heavy with water and she needed both arms to carry it. That's when she stepped all the way in wearing her purple lingerie.

"It's alright, Mrs. D'Angelo, I can do this..." Mindy protested, not wanted the lady to ruin her undergarments.

"You'll miss spots in the back," Mrs. D'Angelo reasoned.

"But your clothes will get wet..."

The Italian lady laid the wet towel on Mindy's head, then pulled up her slip and slid off her panties. She stepped out of the shower and laid them on the sink counter and asked, "Any more complaints?"

Mindy gazed on the curvy figure. Mrs. D'Angelo had the body that put the gold statues downstairs to shame. The small blonde shook her head and D'Angelo smiled proudly at her own effect on the girl. Her hips swayed enticingly as she returned to the shower and picked up where she left off. Mindy's breathing became shallow as the presence of the voluptuous lady rubbing her down caused her nether regions to stir. Is Mrs. D'Angelo coming on to me or is this something she just does? Maybe she was a model and doesn't mind nudity? Mindy thoughts raced as quickly as her heart. She could make a move on the homeowner, but that could risk getting into trouble. Then again, she's already going to be kicked out, so what's the harm?