Paula scanned the local newspapers for a job. Any job woulddo, she was flat broke and about to be made homeless because her scumbaglandlord would rather sell up than make the necessary repairs to the building. She was an intelligent young woman of 18 whohad left school a few months previously but right now she just needed money sowould do pretty much anything legal. Intelligentshe may have been but not as worldly wise as most girls of her age. She had no family to fall back on. Her parents had died when she was young, andshe had lived most of her life in care or foster homes. She was just about to ring a local fast food placeto get a job flipping burgers or cleaning tables when another ad caught her eye.
“Wanted, residential housekeeper for professional couplewith no children. Must be fit and healthy and able to undertake a wide range ofduties. Terms and conditions to bediscussed at interview.”
With nothing to lose and soon to be homeless, it would killtwo birds with one stone, she decided to call and get the details. The phone was answered by a well-spoken womanof indeterminate age who asked Paula some questions about her educationalbackground, employment history and interests. She also asked whether she was ina relationship as being residential, the job would only suit single people. Seemingly satisfied with her answers, shetold her, if she was interested, to come for an interview at 7pm that eveningand to dress to impress!
Well, dressing to impress was easy for Paula, she only hadone smart party dress! It was black withspaghetti straps and low cut back and front and it fitted her perfectly,showing off her small but firm 32B boobs. Her only choice was underwear, with which she had a bit of anobsession. She went for some black lacyFrench Knickers and thin silicone nipple covers, as a bra was out of thequestion with the dress, and she didn’t want to appear like a tart showing hernipples. By the time she was ready toleave she had put on her best make up and really felt confident she was givingher best impression. She caught the busto the address they gave her and as she approached the house she saw anotherwoman leaving. She was much older, atleast 40 and appeared to be dressed for a funeral not to impress! She waited 5 minutes then rang thedoorbell.
The house was huge! A typical Victorian terrace with threefloors, an attic, and a basement. Thewoman who opened the door was stunningly beautiful. Paula guessed she was mid30s, at least 5’10 tall and built like a model. She was dressed in a full length tight red dress, split up the side,revealing a hint of the sheerest of black stockings or tights. Her hair was shortish in a layered bob style.She smiled and invited Paula inside cheerily. The interior of the house was just as impressive as the outside. All the original Victorian features were intactand restored. The furniture was antiqueand in style. The woman took her coat and Paula noticed her smile as she saw theparty dress revealed. She was invited totake a seat on a large sofa and offered a drink. Paula chose a white wine andcontinued to look around the beautiful room, while the woman excused herself. She returned a few minutes later with a man,presumably her husband. He was olderthan her, mid 40s, but just as elegant as her in a tailored suit and tie He wasa tall and well-built man, muscular but not fat.
The couple sat in two armchairs opposite her and welcomed Paulato the interview. She couldn’t helpnoticing the woman’s shapely legs, revealed by the opening of her split skirtto her thigh. It was definitely stockings! They asked her to describe her lifeto date and she explained about her life in care and how she was proud of thefact that she had passed all her exams at school. They asked her about her experience inhousekeeping duties and she admitted she had none, other than her commitment tothe job and willingness to learn. Theysmiled politely and she got the distinct impression they were unimpressed. Theythen asked if she would like to look around the house to see what she would betaking on. That sounded positive and shejumped at the chance to look around the gorgeous old building. As they walked round,they chatted more, and they introduced themselves as Chris and Zoe. On at least one occasion Paula felt Zoe steerher in a direction with her hand on her lower back as if to avoid certain hallways.It truly was a beautiful building and they showed her both upper floors andthen the attic. This was a self-contained modern unit with bedroom, bathroom,kitchen and living space. As Paulawalked out, she saw the woman nod to her husband. They went back downstairs andPaula was expecting to continue the tour down to the basement but again, Zoesteered her back to the living room.
“Paula, we like your attitude, we like your enthusiasm andwe would like to offer you the job. Wewould like to discuss personal terms”. Paula could barely suppress and squealof delight! She nodded eagerly and Chriscontinued. “We can offer you the atticrooms to live in rent free and will give you minimum wage for a weeklyallowance. Your duties will includekeeping the house and garden immaculately clean and tidy, cooking theoccasional meal when required.” He paused and Paula began to thank them but heraised a hand to stop her before continuing “There is however one other aspectof the job which is more complicated and before I continue, I need you to signthis non-disclosure agreement so that if you decide to turn down the job, youmust never speak of it, or us, or details of the job offer itself, again onceyou leave the premises. Paula looked atthem blankly, not really knowing what to say.
They left her with the document to think it over and sheheard them whispering as they left the room. Paula didn’t really understand the implications of the document she wasbeing asked to sign, but as far as she was concerned this job was way to good anopportunity to turn down, so she decided she would sign. When they returned she handed them the signedcopy and sat waiting slightly nervously for the additional information. It was Zoe who took up the conversation. “Paula, Chris and I love to host parties andevents, but they are not the usual dinner parties. They are adult themed parties, do youunderstand?” Unworldly she may have beenbut Paula had a pretty good idea what they meant. It threw her off guard but she kept smilingand nodded. Zoe continued. “So Paula, Whenwe host these parties, we will require you to serve our guests withrefreshments and keep the party running smoothly while we host and entertain. To keep in theme with the evening, we willalso require you to dress accordingly as we decide. All clothing will be provided free of charge. During the parties, we will require you tohand over your phone in order to ensure the discretion of our guests. We cannot afford to have any recording orconversations overheard and broadcast. Howdo you feel about all that?”
Paula didn’t know what she felt about it but managed tosupress her doubts and just smile at them. She had read about sex parties in magazines and on websites but here shewas being invited to work at them! Shethought carefully then replied confidently “Are my duties to include sexualservices for your guests?” It was Chriswho replied this time. “It depends what you define as a sexual service Isuppose. It is possible you will berequired to be naked or near naked and guests will undoubtedly expect you to talkabout sexual subjects. But actualphysical sex acts, nothing like that is expected. It would be up to you, butonly if it didn’t interfere with your other duties. There are a couple more items we need todiscuss. There are areas of the housewhich are off limits to you at all times unless we require your help. The rooms in the basement are not to beentered at any time. You must clean downthe stairs and hallway but no further. Itis possible we may require additional help but we will always discuss anychanges with you. Finally, a reminder,you must never reveal what goes on here outside of these walls. So are we clear on all the details?. If you agree to these terms, we have contractdrawn up for you to sign.
So, it was decision time. Paula took a deep breath. Hermouth was dry and she was trying to order her racing thoughts. She needed the job and she loved the housebut could she entertain guests at a sex party? Could she wear whatever costume they chose for her. Could she be naked in front ofstrangers? She took the contract fromChris and signed it……….
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