Over Correction

"OOh...sir! Are you okay? I hope you didn't hurt yourself." The new voice didn't have the hard edge it did before. It was much quieter, and more gentle. I cautiously opened my eyes to find that this gun certainly doesn't deal in small, incremental changes.

The figure towering over me is no longer sporting an angry scowl and gigantic rubber dong. Instead, she has a very worried look on her face, and a...feather duster? And "towering" didn't really apply. Where as "Mistress" Salli seemed to be super tall, the woman standing over me was no more than 5'6". And, it should be worth repeating, she was definitely not brandishing a gigantic strap-on like a club.

"Uhh...Salli?"

"Yes sir?" The figure in the classic "French maid" chirped back at me. Jackie was still on her knees on the other side of the room, shaking her head as if to clear out the cobwebs.

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh, am I early? When you and Madame Jackie told me that I could live here if I served as your maid, I ran right out and bought myself a uniform. I wanted to make sure that you were happy with your decision. Should I come back later?"

"No, you're more than welcome to come in now. Honestly Mark, I'm not sure what game you're playing at, it was your idea to inviteSalli to become our maid. I thought it was so incredibly nice of you to take my best friend in like that when she needed our help."

"It's okay J. I think he may have tripped and hit his head."

"I'm...okay. Just a little shook up. Which room are we putting her in Jackie?"

"Hmm...how about the one at the end of the hall?"

"Sounds good. Come on Salli, I'll grab your bag and show you to your new digs."

Salli seemed to beam at the thought of having her own room. "Oh, thank you both so much. It means the world to me that you two are helping me out like this. I promise neither of you will regret it!"

We left Jackie in the living room and headed upstairs. After pointing out the bathrooms, and laundry rooms, the basic dime tour sights, we arrived at, apparently, Salli's room. After stowing her bag, I was heading back towards the hallway when I heard her exclaim, "Oh no! Would you look at that! I got my new uniform dirty!"

"Huh?" I asked turning around, before my mouth lost the ability to speak.

"I must have gotten it dirty in that filthy taxi cab."

"What are you...I don't see anything...are you dusting your dress?"

Salli huffed. "This just absolutely won't do. I'm going to have to take care of this stain before it sets!" And with that, my mouth ceased to function, again.

"There we go. Stain remover applied. By the way Mark, did Jackie tell you why I needed help?"

Somehow, "She might have, but because of this toy gun, I don't know all the details of your backstory just yet," didn't seem like a plausible answer. "Ahh...no. She didn't. I guess it wasn't my place to ask."

"That's so kind of you Mark. I lost my job and got kicked out of my apartment because I couldn't stop jilling off."

"What?"

"You heard me. I have a compulsive need to masturbate. Like right now. For example."

"You did hear me say I would make sure you wouldn't regret helping me out, didn't you Mark?" I could only dumbly nod at this point. "Well, I meant it. And now that I know it was your idea to let me stay with you two, I'm going to make sure that you're very happy to let me stay with you."

My brain jumped, like a car's engine does when you try to go from second gear to fourth, while skipping third altogether. "Gah...Salli...but what about Jackie?"

"Oh, she doesn't have to know, but I'm pretty sure I can make her happy too."

So, after everything that has happened today, I would be surprised if Jackie would have an issue with me fucking her friend, our new maid, right here right now. But, she'd been present for everything so far. I would really rather not find out the hard way that being "hands on with the help" was the bridge too far. "I uh...I think I hear Jackie calling my name. I'll talk to you later."

"Yes you will Mark. Yes you will." Salli's lusty purr followed me down the hallway.