Take lots of explicit selfies with Marcus and Becky in their maid outfits to complete the MAID SERVICE task

You clap your hands excitedly, pigtails bouncing as you survey the newly cleaned penthouse. "Ohmigod, we did it! But I totally need to, like, document this for my task!"

You retrieve your phone from its perch on the kitchen shelf, your newly enhanced ass swaying as you bounce across the marble floor in your stilettos. The tiny white apron does nothing to cover your nakedness, fluttering around your waist like a useless handkerchief.

"Becky! Marcus!" you call out, your voice rising to a giggly squeal. "We need group selfies!"

Marcus stiffens, his professional demeanor barely hanging by a thread despite standing nearly naked in the living room, the small black apron stretched across his muscular frame. "Miss Ashley, I don't believe that would be appropriate."

"But it's for my task!" you pout, batting your eyelashes. "And like, you guys look so hot together. Don't you look super hot together, Becky?"

Becky giggles, sidling up to Marcus and pressing her apron-covered breasts against his arm. "We do make a pretty sexy cleaning crew."

You bounce over to them, phone raised for a selfie. "Say 'squeaky clean!'"

The first few photos are relatively tame—the three of you posing with cleaning supplies, Marcus looking increasingly uncomfortable between you and Becky. But as the shoot continues, your directorial instincts emerge.

"No, no, no!" you instruct, stamping a stiletto-clad foot. "More chemistry! Becky, show Marcus how much you like his muscles!"

Becky needs no further encouragement, running her hands across Marcus's chest while you snap photos. His professional mask slips further, a flush creeping up his neck.

"Now kiss him!" you demand, adopting an exaggerated director's voice. "We need passion! Drama! Sexual tension!"

As Becky presses her lips against Marcus's, something shifts in the room's energy. His resistance crumbles, hands moving to grip her waist with surprising intensity.

"Ohmigod, this is like, totally working!" you squeal, capturing every moment. "Now, Becky, pull his apron off!"

Becky tugs the thin fabric away, revealing Marcus fully. You gasp dramatically, not from desire—he holds no attraction for you—but from excitement at directing this impromptu production.

"Now sit on the couch, Marcus!" you command, pointing imperiously. "Becky's gonna give you a special cleaning service!"

Marcus hesitates, glancing toward the elevator. "Mr. Bellingham—"

"—won't be home for hours," you interrupt. "And this is family time! You're helping family, right?"

The MARCUS MANAGEMENT upgrade activates visibly—his expression shifts from **** to determination. He sits on the leather sofa, still awkward but compliant.

"Perfect!" you exclaim, positioning yourself at the perfect angle to capture everything. "Now, Becky, show him what that mouth can do!"

Becky drops to her knees between Marcus's legs, her apron strings coming undone as she leans forward. You film everything, providing constant direction.

"More tongue! Slower! Look at the camera, Marcus!"

As Becky works enthusiastically, you circle them, capturing every angle. "Now for the main event! Becky, ride him like a stallion!"

You position yourself on the adjacent armchair, directing their positioning, angles, and rhythm with surprising authority. "Faster! No, slower! Arch your back, Becky! Marcus, grab her hips!"

Their coupling intensifies under your direction, Becky's theatrical moans filling the penthouse as Marcus finally surrenders completely to the moment. You capture everything—the sweat glistening on their bodies, the expressions of pleasure, the moments of climax.

"That's a wrap!" you announce as they collapse together, breathing heavily. You review the footage with childlike glee, giggling at particularly explicit moments. "This is, like, totally going to complete my task!"

Your phone chimes with confirmation: "MAID SERVICE completed successfully! +35 Babe Bucks!"

15:30 | Tuesday 5 Aug 2025 | Rick's Penthouse, London

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