A maid waits for your arrival

You open the door to your apartment to reveal Bianca waiting there, just for you. She's dressed in the sexy french maid outfit and her massive cleavage threatens to spill from the black lacy fabric. The tiny skirt she wears barely conceals her mound, while white stockings run up the length of her impossibly long legs. Finishing the look are a pair of black maid shoes.

Bianca greets you with a smile. "Welcome home, John. I've finished cleaning your home, made you dinner and prepared your beer. I hope everything is to your liking." You look at the kitchen. There's already a plate full of steaming food along with 1.5 pints of one of your favorite brews. You feel your shoulders relax as you crack a smile.

"You're the greatest, Bianca. I'd like to sit on the couch and talk to you while we're eating tonight." You say. Bianca nods, "Of course." Bianca moves to the kitchen and you sit down on the couch and flip on some sports on the TV. Bianca comes over with a portable table, bending over to give you a great view of her rack as she does so. She then brings the food, silverware and beer over, setting them on the table.

You dig in. The food Bianca's prepared is good, but could be better. You make a mental note to send her to cooking classes later on. "You wanted to talk to me?" Bianca asks, holding her hands daintily in front of her short skirt. You nod. "Yeah. Had a chat with Wayne today. Said I'm probably not your best lover and to talk about you and the porn site."

Bianca looks detested. "It came to this with all my dates. I've shot a lot of porn. Had sex with a lot of guys. And girls. Best I've ever had was a super-hung Dutch porn star." You continue eating as if waiting for Bianca to continue. "I... Understand if you don't want to date me anymore. But know that it would be my honor to serve you if you choose me."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I don't want fakes." You reply. Bianca hangs her normally proud head shamefully. "Were you acting then when we had sex earlier? Tell me!" Bianca shakes her head. "No. I save my acting for lesser men." You take a long swig of your beer. The normally great taste feels awful in your mouth. "I'm done here." You say. You stand up, leaving your half eaten meal and beer, and head into the room where you've got the computer setup. Maybe a digital distraction will sooth your anger.

Bianca cries. You monster.