No. It doesn’t cost extra.

“Only if you want me wearing something nicer than jeans and a t-shirt to clean your place,” Abbey laughed. She took a sip of wine as she did.

Anthony seemed more than willing to roll with the conversation, “Oh, is that an option is it?”

George smiled, “We do have that French maid outfit I bought you as a joke.”

Abbey shook her head, “The one which is too tight and my tits all but fall out the top?”

Anthony looked at George and then Abbey, “Sounds perfect for cleaning in,” he laughed. “You know, when I was moving to the suburbs, my friends told me I would be surrounded by stuck ups. But you two seem pretty cool, glad we’re neighbours.” He said as he raised a glass to cheers.

They clinked glasses, and all took a drink laughing off the light-hearted banter as they did. Abbey felt hot and aroused. She thought that Anthony would think this was all a bit of a joke but knew George would be thinking something more. The conversation moved through topics as they drank, and Anthony opened a second bottle. They learnt that Anthony had a number of jobs but was trying to start his own business. At the moment, he had Tuesday’s off, so he could let Abbey in to clean on those days easy. Otherwise, he didn’t know what times he would be home. Sometimes doing early morning deliveries, and sometimes late-night kitchen duty.

“It was the hours which did in my last relationship,” he told them, “then my Ma died, and she made me promise to buy a place so I would at least have a roof over my head. I was tempted to put the inheritance into a business venture but had to keep my word, you know.”

“Sorry to hear that,” Abbey said as Anthony reached out to pour another glass of wine.

Barely a dribble came out, and Anthony shrugged, “Well, that’s two bottles, maybe we should call it a night. I have delivery rounds at five tomorrow and then more unpacking.”

George stood up, “If we can help, we are just next door,” he said. “And Abbey has your phone number so you can figure out that cleaning thing.”

Anthony stood up, “Hey, I know we just met, but thanks,” he held out his arms to George and embraced him in a big hug, the tall black man’s frame a head higher than George’s. Then it was Abbey’s turn. Anthony wrapped her in his strong arms, and Abbey felt giddy and aroused. Abbey thought she felt his flaccid cock pressing against her leg and stifled a moan before disentangling herself from him and clearing her throat.