Maid Undercover

Note: I have been going back over one of my old stories, fixing some of my writing, adding details and dialog. Once done with that I will be expanding the story and it will come here a chapter at a time.

Chapter 1

Calvin licked his lips looking at the young supple body of the girl in front of him. “What was your name again sweetheart?” The young redhead smiled at the man in front of her and played up being coy, looking down and off to the side as she bit her bottom lip.

“I’m Candy Rose.” The young woman acted hesitant as she raised her gaze, looked at her client over from his feet and up across his almost mocha skinned naked body. The man had paid extra for the house call, refusing to meet her at a local high priced hotel that she enjoyed. Ahuva Bahyeet, she loved seeing the blocky letters with the beautiful cursive script saying Beloved Home below it. If it wasn’t for the extra money she wouldn’t have done it, not after what happened the last time she met with a client, a shrimp of a man at his apartment and they got caught. Candy was sure the tall woman was going to call the police, but here she was with Calvin Bennent at his home. The man was below average height at maybe five foot seven, another small man and by looking at his groin he wasn’t going to impress anyone in that department either. She was surprised when he took off his track suit the second she was in the door, he hadn’t been wearing underwear. Her gaze shifted up from his groin and then to his face, seeing his light brown shaggy hair brushed back and a chin strap beard. The smiling man had light brown hair, brown eyes, small body and less than impressive prick, he wasn’t something a girl would write home about, she thought as she sized him up.

“Candy Rose, that can’t be your real name.” Cal said looking the escort in the face, wondering how long it would take him to count the freckles on her face when they laid together after a good fuck.

Her coy smile changed into something more wolfish, then she took four small steps closer to him, swaying her hips as seductively as she could. “Don’t.” She paused. “You, Like, It?” She said touching his nose with the tip of her index finger, then his chest, stomach and finally his dick with the final word. Of course it wasn’t her real name, she wasn’t going to tell him that her real name was Rosemarie Edwards.

When the paid woman’s finger touched his cock he moved his hand over hers and held it there, while moving his other arm to wrap around her slim waist. She let out a giggle as he tilted his head up to kiss her, the sound of her laughter making Calvin’s heart sing. The girl he had in his arms was wearing a tiny red dress and five inch red sandal heels with a thin ankle strap, making her four inches taller than him. It never bothered Calvin to have a girl taller, if it did he would never have gotten his wife, ex-wife really and current girlfriend Moriah to wear heels and he loved seeing a girl in a sexy pair. He wouldn’t say he had a foot fetish or a heel fetish but thought he might be close to picking that up.

Feeling her lips press into his while she moved her fingers one at a time to play with his balls was turning him on something fierce. Cal had already started to grow hard from anticipation alone when he saw the pretty thing he had requested, but now he felt he could have used his dick as a compass, pointing him in the direction of his desire. “I have something for you to put on.” He said, hesitating to step away from her and the warmth of her hand, but his desire for his actual fetish won out. Pulling a bag out from under the bed Calvin unzipped it before withdrawing a maid outfit. One of those short sexy French maid outfits, though this one wasn’t some cheap costume.

With a slow blink Rosemarie took in the offered dress, which was complete with a little white apron. “Oh, am I going to clean something for you Calvin?”

Nodded to the question, imagining the green eyed girl down on her knees, deep throating him while wearing the outfit. “You can call me Cal, everyone does.”

Taking the offered garment held out for her Candy raised an eyebrow, feeling the fabric between her fingers. He hadn’t mentioned anything about costume play, but it was a rather mundane kink she supposed. Doing what she did, the young, but experienced escort really did want everything to be sorted out beforehand and thought of doing something slightly wicked instead of refusing or ending the encounter here and now. “Cal, this is lovely, but we didn’t discuss this over the phone. I could charge you extra, but… how about if I put this on.” She gave him an impish smile. “And you put something on for me?” She asked, already stepping closer to him to take hold of his dick once more, but this time wrapping his member in the fabric of the dress.

Feeling his member throb in her hand, the material of the outfit touching his skin, the deep desire within him only grew. ‘If she wants a few extra dollars…’ his thought trailed off before he could bring voice to it as he felt the material of the dress and her hand on his cock. “Yeah, yeah whatever you want.” He said eagerly.

A longing was felt inside of Calvin as the girl in the slinky red dress slipped away, placing the maid outfit on the bed, positioning herself so her back was to him. “Could you help me out Cal?” She said looking over her shoulder with a purr in her voice.

Dick still firm, Calvin moved closer to the escort like a sailor drawn to a siren. When he pulled the zipper down on her dress, she let the well-fitting red garment fall to the floor, revealing herself to be wearing no bra, just a pair of red lacy thong panties. Still facing away from him she bent over much more than she needed to so her client could get a good look at her ass before she pulled her panties down to step out of them. Looking back at the man she twirled the small garment on her index finger, both of them were naked now except for her footwear. “I put on the dress and you put on my panties.”

From the house she could tell this man had money, he had refused her chosen location and sprung his fetish on her. This was a man that was used to getting his own way and she liked the idea of making him do what she wanted. “I mean you don’t have to of course, I am happy to make you cum without putting on your lovely dress.” Calvin felt himself starting to lose his hardon and would be damned if he paid this girl to come out here and not get what he wanted. Snatching the panties from her hand he glared at the lacy garment accusingly like it was their fault he had to put them on.

“It isn’t my dress.” He said sliding his legs in the holes and pulling the article of clothing up and being none too comfortable with the piece of fabric between his ass cheeks.

“Oh? Does it belong to someone else? Are you giving it to me?” It was amusing to her how fragile some men’s egos were, like admitting to owning a dress made them less of a man.

The mocha skinned man shook his head at that, he wasn’t going to give the whore the dress. He was going to fuck her in it, get it dry cleaned and then make the next girl he paid to wear it. Hell, one of the reasons he picked her was because of her height so she could fit in it. “Yeah, I guess it is mine, and no you can’t have it.” He said with a sigh and moving his hand to the front of the panties feeling his bulge.

“I’m not going to try and take your sexy dress Cal, but I am happy to wear it.”

The sound of the front door opening and closing caused both Candy and him to freeze. “Cal, I’m home!” Moriah said, announcing herself as she came in the door to her home. “You wouldn’t believe how tedious it is to go over those financial reports. Even with Sid’s help it is a nightmare and half.”

Along with her voice two clomping sounds could be heard back in the bedroom, Cal assuming that was Moriah dropping her shoes at the house's entrance. “You have to hide.” Calvin whispered frantically.

Without even looking where the man was pointing the redhead refused. “Hell no, I’m getting out of here.” She whispered back as she picked up her dress from the floor and put it back on.

Calvin looked back to the bedroom door and then back to the redheaded whore. His girlfriend, Moriah Abrams, had once been his wife with his own last name of Bennent, but had gotten divorced for multiple reasons. She hated how controlling he was and how he had a wandering eye and well penis. He had fucked every maid at their hotel they co-owned, or at least all the attractive ones. Sure it caused a little turn over and they had to payout a little, but with his fetish they were just so sexy he couldn’t help himself. Calvin thought he would have lost more in the divorce, but with her owning fifty one percent of the hotel's assets, something they did to make it a woman owned business enterprise, he ended up losing only some cash and she got the house.

With Calvin’s inflated sense of self worth he thought it was bullshit he lost even that, but Moriah’s lawyer argued that they wouldn’t even own the hotel without her family's money. Even with the divorce they still saw each other often at the hotel and he had missed her something fierce. After a year of separation, she agreed to start dating him once again. With promises of learning his lesson and her being the only one he wanted to be with, it had only taken a week of that for him to be back living in her home, though he did have to promise this time around to be more open minded about them having children. He was only twenty seven and hadn’t ever wanted kids, Moriah seemed to be on the same page when they dated for the first time and got married. As she got older her thoughts on the subject changed, now at thirty five she wanted to have a baby before it was too late.

Things had been going well between the two, he had done his best to be less controlling of her and she had spent less and less time at the hotel knowing how he liked to spend his day making every department run smoothly. Or as she put it micromanaging, he disliked the term. Calvin thought people needed a firm hand and was just trying to make sure things were done correctly, most workers were just so lazy in his mind.

Things changed quickly when an offer came in from a multinational corporation to buy out the hotel. Moriah was ready to reject the offer out of hand; she didn’t want to sell away the business the two of them had worked so hard to build a name for. Moriah had used her inheritance for seed money, Calvin applied what he learned getting his business degree and his natural leadership to help build Ahuva Bahyeet into what it was today. She had named it Beloved Home in Hebrew, though he got her to drop the hyphen between Bah and yeet. With thoughts of money on his mind Calvin convinced the woman he loved into hearing out Mega Corp and been open to a discussion about an offer.

The corporation had said they were open to the two continuing to run the day to day operations, but with corporate oversight as part of the deal. With them going to become Mega Corp employees they were going to get a large part of the payout in stock options, though they would have to work for the company for five years to become vested.

Moriah wasn’t one to play the stock market, but discussing it with a few friends she determined if Mega Corps stock prices stayed the same the two of them would become millionaires, if it went up like it had over the last few years. That topic brought a huge smile to her lover, Calvin imagining the glee he would feel every time he viewed his bank balance. The decision seemed easier for Calvin than herself, but in the end she had been convinced.

The real trouble had come when they were going over their books and found things were not balancing out and with a closer look it became apparent someone was embezzling money from the company. That would need to be handled before they could sell, so Moriah agreed to work with the head of security at the hotel. Calvin liked Sidney; he was a stand up guy, he didn’t seem to like taking orders from someone younger than him, but a reminder of where his paycheck came from always seemed to do the trick. Calvin had expected Moriah to be gone all day like she had every day for this last week, making him curse the unexpected change. If he knew she would be home early he could have just helped himself to one of the girls at the hotel when she came home, like he had a few days ago. Candy was a lot sexier the last girl he had fucked… he thought her name was Sara, and couldn’t believe this was happening before he even got to see the redhead dressed up.

Gritting his teeth Calvin looked into her beautiful green eyes. “I need you to get in the closet, please. I will pay you, please I can’t get caught with you here.” The promise Calvin had made to be loyal to Moriah hadn’t lasted long, but this time he thought he was being careful in order to not get caught. The girl in front of him, the whore, Candy crossed her arms over her chest and pursed her lips.

“If you want me to get in this closet you are going to send me one thousand dollars right now.” Her eyes looked past him to the bedroom door. “And I would do it fast because I’m not moving till you send it.”

Clenching his fists Calvin looked back to where she was looking, he could still hear Moriah in the living room. “Fine.” He whispered back to her before moving over to his dresser and sending money to the blackmailing whore. “Sent, now please hide!”

With a bright smile she nodded as she walked into the closet like it was the most normal thing in the world and closed the door behind her, happy to be a thousand dollars richer. ‘He is **** not to get caught, I bet I could **** him.’ She thought about getting paid doing something other than selling her body. Memories flashing in her mind of the terrible things she had to do in order to survive when she was **** to live on the streets. ‘No, I’m not going to do that, but I’m betting the rich prick would be willing to invest in my future plans if he thought I might do that.’ She pondered her situation as she stood there in the dark.