Rebecca was in the lavender haze when she returned home from her date. It made me want to puke. Prior to my mistress’s arrival, I’d spent a quiet Sunday evening hand-washing her delicate garments and peering out the laundry room window that overlooked the...
I had taken great pains to symmetrically arrange the cheese wedges, fruit and other nibblers on the serving platter, but Rebecca was too busy ogling a photo on her friend Katie’s cellphone to notice my meticulous craftwork. “Day-um, girl, you hit that?” M...
The Carbonara Florentine recipe was no piece of cake but it was worth the hassle since I wanted my angel’s twenty-sixth birthday dinner to be perfetto. I came home to an empty condo after work, changed into my frock and scrambled around the kitchen hoping...
With my nose pressing Karl’s boxers against the wall and my hands planted on my head, I had no concept of time, although I knew it was late when my masters finally started to stir because daylight had been streaming through the bedroom window for quite a...
My masters had wanted me to get an early start Saturday morning, so by 9:30am I was already in my maid’s uniform scrubbing the hallway baseboards while Rebecca and Karl relaxed in bed smoking a wakeup joint and watching cartoons. From my kneeling position...
My masters had wanted me to get an early start Saturday morning, so by 9:30am I was already in my maid’s uniform scrubbing the hallway baseboards while Rebecca and Karl relaxed in bed smoking a wake-up joint and watching cartoons. From my kneeling positio...
Wednesday’s cleaning shift took a lecherous twist and my Rebecca Anne Martin obsession boiled over into full-blown delirium. Since the schedule called for light house cleaning on Mondays and Wednesdays after work, I normally would have waited until the we...
Rebecca’s text triggered the panic button, and in my haste to get ready I stubbed my toe on the bathtub. Ignoring the pain, I focused on my mission: “house needs clean.” Because it was a Saturday and I wasn’t worried about concealing a lumpy garment benea...
The Corrigan Rocking Chair Company employees were sent home early when the plant lost power just after lunch. It made for a slow night at the Sitting Bull, leaving plenty of free time for the bar staff to fuck with the low man on the totem pole, Jimmy the...
My right leg had a mind of its own. Rebecca frowned. “Why you keep bouncing like that? What’s wrong with you?” “Um, I … nothing.” “Bullshit, nothing. Something’s up; you been acting weird ever since we got back from Paris. What the hell’s going on, Chris?...
Nicole and Mike reclined on the sofa playing footsie and watching Jimmy scurry back and forth in the kitchen. “Did you use that provolone you bought?” Nicole called. Jimmy popped his head through the doorway. “Yes, Ma’am, and I made sure to pack the mayon...
Missouri’s tax code contained tricky language although Jimmy noted with a smile that Illinois offered tantalizing loopholes for franchises. After spending hours poring over microfilm and other reference material at the Millville Public Library, the Sittin...
With a straight face that disguised his disgust, Jimmy sat on the carpet licking his lips. Red smirked down at the wimp and shifted in his favorite easy chair. “How’s my cum taste this morning, pansy?” “Um, delicious, sir.” “As usual?” “Y-yes, sir.” “Ah,...
Marlene slurped her coffee with a furrowed brow. “Uh-oh, something’s up.” She shifted in her recliner, gazing at her daughter and Mike, who sat knee-to-knee on the sofa while Jimmy stood nearby twiddling his fingers. “What’s going on, you guys?” Nicole gr...
Jimmy was on his knees cleaning puke off the floor when he glanced up and swooned at the sight of Nicole and Mike strolling into the bar looking like Barbie and GI Joe. The power couple made a beeline for Red’s booth. The old man stood and hugged Nicole b...
