A house in the hills.

Mindy drove up to the gated community feeling more than a bit self conscious of the rust bucket she was riding in. The guard paid it no mind, but she felt out of place driving passed the high end luxury and sports cars parked in the driveways of the residences. Sally had offered to chauffeur the young maid to the location, but Mindy wanted to feel that small semblance of freedom she had by driving her on her own. She was beginning to regret the decision now as she neared her client's address.

The homes were spread wider apart up on the hill as the roads became more steep. Mindy didn't have the nerve to drive right into the client's driveway, so pulled to the side of the road just in front of the house. She started to worry about her car rolling off at the angle as she parked, but pushed the thought aside and popped open the trunk to retrieve her supplies. According to Sally, the main cleaning equipment would be on location, but she felt more confident with her extra cleaning supplies nearby. With her tools in hand, the petite blonde marched up to the address.

It was a modern looking build with large glass panes that let her see right inside with large curtains available to block the view. The giant windows made the architecture resemble giant glass cubes stacked together. She could almost make out, through the glass building, the scenic view of the hills on the other side. From what she could see, it was two levels with a flat top. She could make out solar panels peeking off the roof.

Mindy walked up to the front door. It was glass as well. Through it, she could make out black panels, like piano keys, curved up to the next level. The open hallway was marble floor. A closet was to her right, to her left was the open living space with cubic couches and furnishings. Just behind that, behind the glass wall was the swimming pool, in ground and squared flush to the edge so that it looked like the water would spill down into the valley below. Looking through all this, Mindy thought to herself, "This is going to be a loooong day....."

The maid tried to check her reflection in the glass. She was in shorts and a t-shirt since Sally told her that she wouldn't be required to wear a uniform here. It was a relief as she finally felt a bit of normalcy after the last week of craziness. She adjusted the pin on her shirt which was her form of identification, reading: Mindy Potts, Livingstone Maid, Special Services. Mindy was a little uneasy at the "Special Services" part of the title, but at least it didn't say something like "Slut on duty" or "Cum Retainer". She still wasn't sure exactly what she was in for today, other than some house cleaning, but she knew that it wouldn't be that simple. She took a deep breath and steeled herself, then rang the doorbell.