Reporting for duty

Pleased with your appearance, you make your way to the fifth floor, taking a deep breath before knocking on your landlord's door.

When he opens it you have a sultry, flirtatious smile on your face, and give a little curtsey, showing off even more of your impressive cleavage.

"'Allo m'sieur," you say in your best imitation of a French accent. "I am, how you say? Your maidservant for this evening."

He looks you over with an appraising eye, then grins at you. "Bonjour, ma petite," he says holding the door open for you. "My guests have not yet arrived, so we have time to instruct you in your duties. But before that, I want to ensure that you are in full compliance with the terms of the contract." He moves quickly, pushing you against the closed door and holding you there with one strong hand around your slender neck. His other reaches under your skirt and between your thighs.

"My God!" you squeal as his fingers invade your pussy, two of them probing deeply into you for a moment as you squirm and moan.

"Shouldn't it be 'Mon Dieu!' in keeping with the costume?" he laughs, taking his fingers out of you, but still holding you against the door. "Already wet I see. You are anticipating the evening, aren't you Lisa?" He raises his fingers to his face, smelling your aroma, then touches them to your lips. Before you know what you're doing your tongue laps out, licking your juices off his fingers, giving a little quiver as you do.

"You are a good girl, aren't you?" he says with a smile, letting go of your neck and gesturing you to follow him. "Let's go teach you your duties."

Giving a little shudder of excitement and trepidation, you obey, your heels clicking on the hardwood floor.