A Housekeeper to meet your every need

You have been waiting anxiously for your FantasyWoman to arrive.

Suddenly, there is a knock at the door. Taking deep breaths, you clear a space on the couch, picking up a bunch of papers, mail and a couple of take out trays. You wave them around a bit, looking for somewhere to put them, before dumping them unceremoniously into the mess on the floor. Brushing down your wrinkly t-shirt, you head for the door. Halfway out of the living room, you pause, search hurriedly for the DVD remote and stop the porno that’s been quietly playing in the background all morning.

You open the front door - yanking it over that first bit, where it always sticks.

Standing before you is a diminutive oriental lady, just as you ordered. She is dressed in a simple black dress that ends just above the knee. Looking at her, she might be Japanese, Thai, Korean, or something else again. You aren’t fussy – you asked for Asian and FantasyWomen delivered.

“Mr John,” she says, bowing slightly.

“No, no. Its just John,” you find yourself saying.

“Noted,” she responds. “Good morning John. My name is Doe, and I am to be your new housekeeper.”

Actually, you think it might be kind of cool to be “Mr” John – that was why you asked for a subservient woman after all, to be given the respect that you don’t seem to get from real women.

“You know what,” you say aloud, “actually it is Mr John – if that’s okay with you, erm, that is.”

“Very well, Mr John,” she responds with a smile, “please to show me my duties.”

“Er… yeah… right this way.”

You head back into the house. Behind you Doe picks up a suitcase and steps through the door. You wonder if maybe you ought to help with the case, but she seems to be managing okay.

“Uh… look… sorry about the mess,” you say apologetically, looking at the tip you call a living room.

“That okay, Mr John, sir. Doe will begin tidying at once.”

“Uh… that’s very kind. Although… I guess that’s what you’re here for… partly.”

Doe immediately sets to work, picking up items from the floor and putting them neatly away, loading up the dishwasher and washing machine with items you’ve discarded, finding your meagre supply of cleaning items and setting them to work – generally doing the stuff that you should have done months ago. She even picks up your porn DVDs and non-judgementally returns them to their cases, before filing them alphabetically by series on your shelves.

“Actually, those go in the bedroom,” you say, suddenly waking up to where she is putting them on public display.

“Very good, Mr John,” Doe smiles and obediently moves the porn out of the living room to be refiled more discreetly. This is brilliant, you think; what great idea the housekeeper role is: someone who will tidy your house and give you great sex on demand (you hope). That was kind of what you though real women were for, but a few normal relationships have conspired to put you straight on that one. This is so much better, you think.

As Doe continues to work, you appraise your purchase further: She’s kind of cute, with that pearly white smile and short shoulder length raven black hair. Her skin has that slightly dry parchment look of mature Asian women and you wonder if maybe you should have gone for a younger model. Then you could have dressed her up in a French maid’s costume instead of that slightly demure black dress.

But you’re tired of immature bimbos who don’t know what they want and don’t consider your needs. You want somebody who will look after you, somebody with a bit of experience – although, you remind yourself, at less that 24 hours old, Doe’s ‘experience’ is all down to programming.

Doe smiles at you and you wonder what you can get her to do next.