The Maid

The phone rings for a moment, before you here the receiver on the other pick-up.

"You've reached the Malawagwa maid desk," a slightly garbled, yet distinctly female voice responded; "What services might our first Earth resident require?"

You mention that the room is a little bit stuffy and dusty, and ask if someone could be sent up to help make the room more comfortable. The voice on the other line seems to become slightly panicked.

"Oh, I am terribly sorry, I never intended for something so unseemly for our first Earth guest!" She apologized, taking you a little by surprise, "I'll send someone up RIGHT AWAY! You are our FIRST priority!"

The line hangs up, and you sit at the edge of your bed for the maid to arrive. Minutes later, you hear a knock at the door; which you open to reveal a surprisingly gorgeous looking woman. She appeared as an anthropomorphic fox, with fiery red fur. She wore a tight french maid outfit, with a short skirt and tight knee length high-heel boots; which nicely complimented her shapely furred legs. Her long, fluffy tail swished gently against the ground.

"You called for me, Sir?" She asked, a subtle French accent present though barely noticeable in her voice. Before you could respond, she hands you a small pamphlet and steps into the room. "I will make sure you are very... comfortable, Sir.", she remarks as she walks to the nearest table to begin dusting, her tight rear swaying playfully as she does.

You can't help but to follow the gorgeous woman with your eyes as she sets to work, as though each of her movements were specifically made to be as enticing as possible. Her careful, elegant movements perfectly complimenting her petite build. You guess that she must be quite young, before remembering that your staring at a fox maid in some alien computer dimension. For all you know she could be 400 years old!

Suddenly, your train of thought is violently derailed as the maid adjusts her position; giving you a clear view of her cotton panties. The white fabric clinging tightly to her womanhood, emphasizing its shape.

You decide that the last thing you want to deal with on your 'vacation' is a sexual harassment lawsuit, and reach for a suitable distraction. You pickup the pamphlet and begin to look through.

The first section details accommodations and prices. The first page lists standard hotel fair: movie rentals, room service, and... feng-shui? The thought that they'd actually offer to remodel the room for you makes you roll your eyes. The VIP services on the adjacent page are even more ludicrous, with prices to match. A live-in butler, repaint/wallpaper the room, installing stain-glass windows, and even a hard-hologram projector!

At first you think this is some elaborate joke before remembering that not 30 minutes ago, you were dragged kicking and screaming through your desktop. Your curiosity provoked, you turn the page to see what else lies within. Perhaps they offer a service to have a private pool constructed for some ludicrous sum of... whatever it is they use for currency.

The next page is filled with illustrations of various sex acts. You almost do a double take, and a part of your mind wonders if you'll ever stopped being surprised today. The pamphlet lists everything from sensual massage and typical sex acts, to bondage and orgies. The VIP section is even more ****, with some options appearing to require major structural remodeling to the room.

"I see you've taken quite the interest in the Malawagwa's special services." A sensual voice breaks the silence. You slowly lower the pamphlet enough to see the fox-girl smirking at you, her eyes focusing on the prominent erection showing through your pants. If you weren't blushing before, you certainly are now.

"You earthlings seem quite healthy," she says; taking a step forward and placing a hand on your lap, "perhaps you'd like me to provide some special services?"