back, but until then enjoy your morning. When I return we have much to discuss.
Your master
Folding the note back, she lifted her clothes, replaced the note on the table and turned to the bathroom that she had been summoned to. There was a peace to the scene he now presented her, and Tosh floated to the bathroom and melted away into the hot shower. Soon after, she was freshly dried, with a red clean glow about her. Her wet hair had been washed with her own shampoo and was brushed with her brush. All that had made a magical appearance from her chamber down in the building’s basement. Perhaps this was not the typical role of a maid, but this was different...he was different and she...she was very much different now that...that...
"Oh! Excuse me!" Came the frightened feminine voice.
Pulling her top over her head quickly, Tosh turned to the now closed bathroom door. Trying to understand what she might have just seen, Tosh tried to ignore what her first thoughts had been and reached to turn the knob. But once the door was open she couldn’t ignore the penetrating sound of the vacuum or the woman in jeans, T-shirt and comfortable tennis shoes who was operating the same device she had struggled with only twenty-four hours earlier to push while balancing on the stilts that Mr. Richard had the gall to call shoes.
Catching her eyes, the lady was quick to shut down the appliance and gave Tosh a bright smile.
"Good Morning,” she greeted. "I’m sorry for the interruption, but Richard didn’t tell me he had any guests, and you’re the first I’ve ever seen in his room, but I am..."
"Excuse me?" Tosh closed her eyes, trying to tap down the flames that were growing. "What did you call him?" Glancing from one side of the room to the other, she took in the fluffed pillows and freshly made bed with her "uniform" from the night before folded neatly on the foot of the bed and the torturous shoes lined up side by side on the floor.
Stuttering, the woman was clearly caught off guard. "RRR-Richard."
"It is his first name?" Suddenly so much was coming to light.
“Yes, Richard Daniels.” The mysterious woman filled in.
"... and you are?"
Abandoning the vacuum, she wiped her hands on the sides of her jeans and stepped forward with a friendly offering.
"I’m Stephanie, the cleaning lady...the maid."
* * *
Damn ! He cursed himself. It wasn't until he sat behind his desk that he realized what day it was, and now kicking the walls of the elevator Richard hoped he would reach Tosh before Stephanie did. In the matter of twenty minutes his bright and sunny day was crashing down, and he hadn't even faced the storm yet.
The first strike of lightening came in one of Tosh's stilettos at his chest.
"A maid!" Tosh screamed. Winding her arm back, she launched the second shoe at his head.
Quick reflexes saved Richard from being impaled, but she had only just begun. Scouring the living room for any loose objects, Tosh reached out for a silver vase and didn’t pause to aim nor did she flinch when it broke through the glass wall leading to the private elevator.
"Tosh, please!" Jumping to one side, he avoided a glass that was now in pieces on the floor.
"You fucker!" she bellowed, running for the master bedroom.
Poor Stephanie came running out across the living room and gave her frightened apologies with a promise to return later to clean up as the elevator doors closed. Pulling off his suit jacket, he straightened his shoulders before going into battle.
"Oh, shit!" He ran back into the kitchen, opening the fridge to take refuge behind the stainless steel door. The impact of the wooden box containing the nipple clamps knocked bottles off the shelves from the other side, spilling dressing over his leather shoes. Another thud tipped a bottle of syrup over the front of his shirt.
"Yes, Master!" she screamed with another crash. "Whatever you say, Master!" Crash! "I won't fuck you while you’re on the clock !" She screamed
Your master
Folding the note back, she lifted her clothes, replaced the note on the table and turned to the bathroom that she had been summoned to. There was a peace to the scene he now presented her, and Tosh floated to the bathroom and melted away into the hot shower. Soon after, she was freshly dried, with a red clean glow about her. Her wet hair had been washed with her own shampoo and was brushed with her brush. All that had made a magical appearance from her chamber down in the building’s basement. Perhaps this was not the typical role of a maid, but this was different...he was different and she...she was very much different now that...that...
"Oh! Excuse me!" Came the frightened feminine voice.
Pulling her top over her head quickly, Tosh turned to the now closed bathroom door. Trying to understand what she might have just seen, Tosh tried to ignore what her first thoughts had been and reached to turn the knob. But once the door was open she couldn’t ignore the penetrating sound of the vacuum or the woman in jeans, T-shirt and comfortable tennis shoes who was operating the same device she had struggled with only twenty-four hours earlier to push while balancing on the stilts that Mr. Richard had the gall to call shoes.
Catching her eyes, the lady was quick to shut down the appliance and gave Tosh a bright smile.
"Good Morning,” she greeted. "I’m sorry for the interruption, but Richard didn’t tell me he had any guests, and you’re the first I’ve ever seen in his room, but I am..."
"Excuse me?" Tosh closed her eyes, trying to tap down the flames that were growing. "What did you call him?" Glancing from one side of the room to the other, she took in the fluffed pillows and freshly made bed with her "uniform" from the night before folded neatly on the foot of the bed and the torturous shoes lined up side by side on the floor.
Stuttering, the woman was clearly caught off guard. "RRR-Richard."
"It is his first name?" Suddenly so much was coming to light.
“Yes, Richard Daniels.” The mysterious woman filled in.
"... and you are?"
Abandoning the vacuum, she wiped her hands on the sides of her jeans and stepped forward with a friendly offering.
"I’m Stephanie, the cleaning lady...the maid."
* * *
Damn ! He cursed himself. It wasn't until he sat behind his desk that he realized what day it was, and now kicking the walls of the elevator Richard hoped he would reach Tosh before Stephanie did. In the matter of twenty minutes his bright and sunny day was crashing down, and he hadn't even faced the storm yet.
The first strike of lightening came in one of Tosh's stilettos at his chest.
"A maid!" Tosh screamed. Winding her arm back, she launched the second shoe at his head.
Quick reflexes saved Richard from being impaled, but she had only just begun. Scouring the living room for any loose objects, Tosh reached out for a silver vase and didn’t pause to aim nor did she flinch when it broke through the glass wall leading to the private elevator.
"Tosh, please!" Jumping to one side, he avoided a glass that was now in pieces on the floor.
"You fucker!" she bellowed, running for the master bedroom.
Poor Stephanie came running out across the living room and gave her frightened apologies with a promise to return later to clean up as the elevator doors closed. Pulling off his suit jacket, he straightened his shoulders before going into battle.
"Oh, shit!" He ran back into the kitchen, opening the fridge to take refuge behind the stainless steel door. The impact of the wooden box containing the nipple clamps knocked bottles off the shelves from the other side, spilling dressing over his leather shoes. Another thud tipped a bottle of syrup over the front of his shirt.
"Yes, Master!" she screamed with another crash. "Whatever you say, Master!" Crash! "I won't fuck you while you’re on the clock !" She screamed
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