Remi and the Mrs. Reardons.

The look in Kelly Reardon's eyes had only gotten more intense since Remi had agreed. "Would you like to go back into the room?" she suggested. "Then we can get started." She was trying to look calm, with one leg thrown over the other in a casual way, but the way her fingernails were digging into the skin of her legs told Remi that Mrs. Reardon was probably much more excited about what she had just agreed to than she was.

Remi could hear the tremor in her voice as she spoke. "Yeah," she said. "Yeah, let's do it."

"Wonderful," Kelly said. She climbed to her feet and offered Remi a hand. When the maid took it, Kelly brought Remi's hand up to her lips, kissing it softly. A shiver ran down Remi's spine-- no man had ever kissed her like that, anywhere on her body, much less her hand. She could see that Mrs. Reardon's lipstick had left a smudged print on the back of her hand, and she wanted it to stay there. "Let's not keep my darling wife waiting, then, shall we?"

"Yeah," Remi said again. It was all she could muster up. She felt like if she said anything, did anything else, then this might all come crumbling down and be exposed for the prank that it felt like it was, as if some weird guy with gelled-up hair and a camera would jump out from the closet and tell her that she had been 'Slammed!' or something like that.

As soon as Mrs. Reardon brought her back to the room, all her doubts were dispelled. The other Mrs. Reardon was still there, her perfect, lingerie-clad ass up in the air in front of her.

"Why don't you get started?" Kelly whispered into Remi's ears, her hands roaming all over the maid's clothes as if looking for something to unravel. "I'm so excited to see what you do to her."