Prepare something humiliating.

I spend some time the next day imagining the struggle Jordan must be going through. Trying to decide whether or not she wants to show up, and if so, what to wear.

It doesn't really matter what she chooses to wear, of course, because she won't be keeping it on. The request was just to make her make an effort to please me at the cost of her dignity, all in the hopes I would give her a little extra money. I have my own ideas of what proper maid attire will look like in my home.

By the time 7:30 rolls around, I have run a few errands and am fully prepared to teach Jordan just what her role will be and what my expectations are.

She arrives exactly on time, not wanting to be early and not daring to be late. Her soft knocking on my back door hints that she might be trying to avoid attracting the attention of any backyard neighbors who might be curious.

Opening the door, I smile. Jordan actually went for it. She's wearing tall stripper heels and a latex micro-skirt that barely fails to fully cover her sweet little butt. Over her chest she's wearing an off-one shoulder crop top that exposes her entire midriff. Her lips are even painted a deep red and she was wearing a bit too much eye makeup. She looks like a cheap hooker. Delicious.

I stand there in the door, taking a moment to appreciate the view while she shifts uncomfortably in the little pool of warm light.

"Can I come in?" She asks softly, almost pleading.

"Hmm. Not with that attitude. Let's hear you say please."

"...please?"

"All of it."

She groans but hurries through it. "Can I come in, please, Mr. Smith?"

I cross my arms as if deliberating, enjoying the nervous way she looks over her shoulder. "Alright, that'll do for now."

I let her in and shut the door behind her. "I think this little number is easily worth a crisp fifty," I say, waving the bill in front of her face.

She snatches for it and I laugh as she stuffs it into the tiny clutch purse she's carrying. "Now. Take it off. Then we'll get started."

She hesitates just a moment and I raise my voice threateningly. "All of it! Now!"

"Y-yessir."

Seconds later she's standing completely naked before me once again. "That's better. Now, here's how this is going to work..."