Hesitant but tempted

After a moment’s silence, Heather finally looks up at you, pleading silently with her bright green eyes. She really is very cute.

“I…I just don’t know,” you finally reply. “This is so unexpected. I don’t even know you.”

“I’ll beg if I have to!” the maid cries, dropping to her knees and clasping her hands together as if praying. “Please, please Ms. Doe!! As long as you let me stay here, go to class and do my class-work, I’ll do anything you want. I’ll be anything you want!” At this point, her eyes begin to water. “Please Ms. Doe. Please don’t kick me out.”

You’re finding the idea of denying her request harder and harder, not only because of her teary eyes and pitiful begging, but because you can’t look down at her on her knees without seeing straight down her unnecessarily low-cut dress. She isn’t wearing a bra. After a moment of involuntary ogling, you manage to tear your eyes away from Heather’s cleavage and look somewhere else in order to focus your thoughts. You really were looking forward to having your own place, but then again, this wouldn’t be exactly like having a roommate. The problem with roommates is that they’re equal partners, and so one is **** to make compromises and accommodations for them. A maid on the other hand…

“Alright Heather. You can stay.”

The redhead’s eyes widened and sparkled like shining emeralds. “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!!” she cried as she lunged forward to hug you tightly around the waist, almost knocking you down in her zeal.

After several minutes of tearful ‘thank-you’s and suspiciously affectionate nuzzling of your midsection you manage to gently push the happy maid away from you so you can look her in the face once more. “I’m…glad you’re happy,” you tell her while wondering what you’ve really gotten yourself into. “But you have to understand that your stay here is conditional. This is MY room, and as long as you stay here you’re MY maid and you will follow MY rules. Understand?”

Far from being detoured by your stern speech, your new maid seems almost eager to accept these terms. “Yes Ms. Doe! Whatever you say. I want to earn my keep. From now on, I’m here to serve you, to please you, however you want. I’m yours.” Heather plants her palms firmly on the ground and bows her head until it’s touching the floor, as if she were submitting herself to royalty, or worshiping a goddess. Her zeal is cute, but at the same time, just a little creepy.

“Alright, alright. You can get up now. Please…” Heather jumps to her feet, stands up straight, and clasps her hands behind her back. Standing there, looking at you like that, she would almost fit perfectly into the traditional image of an obedient maid awaiting her orders….if she weren’t bouncing on her heels and smiling like a little girl on Christmas morning.