Your Help is Requested

For the first hour or so, you are more or less uninterrupted, allowed to scrub the floors in peace. A few servants do walk past, surely on their way to their respective tasks. While most leave you alone, others are less professional. In your position, on all fours and scrubbing, your panty-clad ass is raised in the air. While most men (and some women) just check it out, others make lewd comments ranging from whistles to outright propositions. One brazen asshole even slaps it as he walks past, eliciting a squeal of surprise from you. Still, all things considered, it is nothing you have not experienced before. You had gotten used to being a woman in the service industry and simply focused on your task.

That was until you heard a high-pitched voice yell from down the hall. "HEY! YOU!" You quickly stand up, turning around towards the source of the noise. You recognize her as the Master's older daughter from the painting. Kelly looks a bit older in person and, unlike the painting, she is just wearing a crop top and yoga pants.

"Y-Yes, Mistress?" You squeak, holding the brush to your chest almost defensively.

"COME OVER HERE!" The blonde yelled, turning around and walking away. "I need you to clean something!" You quickly scramble to move the bucket and brush off to the side before running after her. You could not help but notice her slender yet firm ass, so clearly defined by her yoga pants. She was in much better shape than you were, no doubt attributed to an expensive nutrition plan and personal trainer. You get so lost looking at it that you almost trip over your heels!

You follow her to a luxurious kitchen complete with granite countertops and a smart fridge. On one of the tables is a tipped-over bottle of acai juice, its contents covering the surface and pooling on the floor.

"Clean it up quickly!" She orders, leaning against the countertop and pulling out her phone. "I'm gonna be late for lunch!"

You bristle a bit at such rudeness but remind yourself of your role. You were a maid, and maids did as they were told. Looking around, you quickly spot a roll of paper towels that you retrieve. Getting back on your hands and knees, you start to clean the floor. You do your work in silence, the only sound in the kitchen the clicks from Kelly's phone. Once you were finished with the floor, you began to wipe down the table.

"You're new, aren't you?"

Kelly's voice made you stiffen in surprise. Resuming your work, you reply "Yes, I started today, Mistress."

"I figured," she muttered, still seemingly looking down her phone. "You're certainly Daddy's type." You are not sure how to respond to that so you just keep cleaning. "What's your name?"

"Oh, uhhh... Morgan, Mistress."

"And has Daddy approved you yet?"

"Y-Yes, he has," you reply, blushing as you remember your approval process. The rich, older man's cock all the way down your throat. You feel yourself getting wet again at just the thought! Trying to push the naughty thoughts from your head, you clean up the last of the juice.