Chapter 51
It was time. Bobby descended. Before he answered the door he took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves. But, as Clare had remarked, it didn’t much matter, because it would be expected the maid would be nervous in front of such an important person! Unconsciously he touched his new ringlets, smoothed his apron, and opened the door.
Damien must have been quite smitten. He was wearing an expensive looking suit with a rather loud pink tie, and holding a small bouquet of roses. Bobby saw his eyes widen as he took everything in.
“O-oh, Bobbi… Sorry to be a bit early… I, er, had business nearby, so I thought…”
“Please come in, Mister Damien…” Bobby opened the door wide and stood to the side. Damien quickly recovered his self-assurance.
“Thank you… What a delightful little outfit. If I recollect, you wore blue last time, but this is even prettier. May I?”
Without waiting for a reply he reached out and felt her sleeve between finger and thumb.
“It is latex – I thought so,” he leered. Does your mistress normally dress you in rubber, then?”
Damien was just the sort of self-important, lecherous guy that he hated. He decided to have a bit of fun with him.
“It my special dress, sir, my mistress buy me. I have to wear for parties, with panties to match. I show you…” He gave him a quick flash.
Damien puffed out his cheeks and looked her up and down as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing and hearing. “Oh, I see…yes. Your mistress has very good taste, don’t you think? Do you like this uniform better than the blue one?”
“I not sure. This dress rather short. At last party all ladies say pretty, but I think some gentlemen try to look up my skirt to see panties, so I not sure… “ He looked doubtful. “Which one you think nicer, Mister Damien?”
“Well my dear, I’m not surprised at all that the guests find this one particularly eye-catching. I must say, personally I think I prefer it to the blue one. Latex is very fashionable now, very sophisticated, and you look extremely pretty in it… I love the wrist cuffs, by the way…very naughty… ”
“Really, Mister Damien? If you like, then I wear for you. You proper gentleman… For gentlemen I do anything…”
Damien was rendered temporarily speechless by whatever thoughts that statement gave rise to, so Bobby chipped in
“Would you like to see room? Miss Wendy give me very nice big room all to myself…”
At this, Wendy and Clare, who had been crouching on the landing shaking with laughter, scrambled as quietly as they could back into Clare’s bedroom, and seated themselves in front of the monitor.
“That was genius, Clare,” whispered Wendy. “I didn’t imagine he was going to play the part so well! And now you’ve done his hair like that I think he could take in anyone!”
“Well he’s certainly taken in Damien. Shh. Here they come…”
On the screen the door of the next bedroom had opened. Bobby entered, followed by Damien.
“Oh, what a pretty little room,” he cried. “So bijou, but very tasteful…”
“What mean “bijou”, Mister Damien?”
“Oh, it’s French. It means “small but charming”…” He was about to add “like you”, but he perceived Bobbi wasn’t as small as he had remembered her. It must be those heels, he thought… And as an afterthought, because he didn’t much like girls who weren’t shorter than him, he decided he would change her footwear to something with lower heels.
“That looks a very comfy little bed, Bobbi.”
“Oh, it is, sir.” Bobby turned, bent over the bed and plumped up the pillows, giving Damien a rather longer view of his bare thighs and pretty pink latex panties. He turned back to face his prospective employer. Clasping his hands demurely in front of him, and opening his blue eyes as wide as they would go, and shyly fluttering his eyelashes, he enquired,
“Please, sir, Mister Damien… What will my duties be in your house? Will I have my own room there too? Will I have pretty uniforms like I have here?”
“Well, if you do decide to join my household, you’ll have the best of everything. I think I can say that with confidence. For a start, you’ll have a much bigger room, with full-length mirrors, a proper dressing table, and of course your own bathroom…”
“Is true, Mister Damien?”
“Yes, absolutely. Your bathroom itself will be as big as this room. And we’ll discuss uniforms and buy you the prettiest ones we can find…”
“You are such kind man… Will I be able to keep this one as well?”
“Oh, I’m sure your mistress will sell it to us…and the blue one, since they fit you so well.”
“You don’t think skirt too short, then? I still grow, maybe…”
“Not at all, not at all! It’s perfect. It’ll be perfect for when I have a stag party. You know what a stag party is, my sweet?”
“Oh, yes, I think… When there no ladies, only gentlemen?”
“That’s right, my dear. Do you think…that would be all right…?”
“Oh yes…if they’re your friends, Mister Damien.”
“They will be, of course. Now, sometimes you may be called upon to perform…extra services. Of course, you will get paid very well… Maybe two or three times what you would normally expect…”
Really? So much?”
“Oh, yes… We’re talking about, maybe…two hundred pounds…or more…for one evening’s work. Yes. At least. And you’ll be able to drink whatever you like. We always have the best wines…”
Bobby had played his role so well, that by this time he felt more like Bobbi the maid than Bobbi the boy. He was behaving and reacting as Bobbi. And Bobbi was dumbfounded. She stood there open-mouthed. “T-two hundred…”
“Yes, easily. Probably more…”
In the next room, Wendy murmured, “you fuc-king pervert…”
“Would I have to…please the gentlemen….”
“Ah. I see you understand, dear. Would you be prepared….”
“If they nice gentlemen…like you…”
“Oh they are…all of them. They’ll love you, my dear. I’m sure they’ll want to make use of these cuffs too… Here, turn around…go on. Shall we try them out? Why not? Connect them together, so… There. How neat. Now you can’t do any cleaning, can you? But you have other talents…”
Damien was breathing hard. Wendy and Clare could see he had an erection.
“Wait for it,” whispered Clare. “He’ll have his hand up her skirt any minute now…”
But she was wrong. That was not what he had in mind.
“My dear…? What’s that green thing by the door? Is it…?”
“It kneeling-mat, sir…”
“I thought so…” He walked over, picked it up, and tossed in down in front of her. “Why don’t you show me how you use it?”
“What…now, sir?”
“Right now. If I’m going to employ you, I need to be satisfied you know how to do your job… And take off your apron. No point in getting that messy, is there? Here, let me help you. Turn around.”
Bobby hesitated, then did as he had been instructed. Damien casually untied the bow.
“Back.”
Bobby turned back, and Damien slipped off his apron and tossed it aside. Then he took Bobby by the shoulders, moved him in front of the mat, and pushed him down onto his knees, bringing him face to face with the bulge in Damien’s trousers.
“Perfect!”
“fuc-k,” said Bobby to himself. “What am I doing? Who the fuc-k am I? What am I? This is above and beyond… Clare, I hope you’re watching this… Get me out of here. I want extra Brownie points for this…a shitload of them…”
He was panicking now. Was he going to tell ‘Bobbi’ to unzip him with her teeth? That’s the sort of thing these control freaks liked. If that happened, he decided he would pretend to hear Wendy and Clare returning. He glanced sideways at one of the cameras, hoping they could read his intentions, and quickly come to his rescue. But Damien was too impatient for such foreplay. He opened his own zip, allowing his coc-k to spring out, already stiff and juicy, inches from Bobby’s nose! Bobby’s mind raced. He had a split second to decide whether to flee, or to follow Clare’s orders. The consequences of disobedience made him hesitate for a moment – and in that moment of indecision, Damien had grabbed him by his curls and forced it between her lips!
“Mmmff…”
“There, my dear… Now, now…don’t struggle… I’m a gentleman, and I’m going to be very gentle… Aah… And please don’t tell me this is your first time….”
Bobbi tried to nod. “Mmmm…”
“It is? No, I’m sorry, I don’t believe you… I’ll soon find out, any way …”
He made a few gentle exploratory thrusts.
“Is it true? Is this virgin mouth I’m probing here? It’s so soft… Your tongue’s like velvet…”
He cupped one hand around the back of Bobby’s head and sank half his length into his mouth, making him choke. Bobby realised that, with his hands secured behind his back, he had limited means of resistance; Damien was a strong guy. At that moment he felt a lot more like Bobbi the vulnerable housemaid than Bobby the streetwise teenager. He looked up at Damien with tearful and appealing eyes. Damien looked down at him with growing excitement.
“It’s true then… This is a new experience for you…” He grunted with satsfaction. “Well don’t worry, cutie… I’m going to be very gentle with you… You’ll enjoy it, just wait and see…”
Bobby gave up hope of escape. He could have torn himself away, but then Clare would be furious. There’d be a whipping for sure, and maybe she’d cast him out, or expose him. In any case, though he wouldn’t have admitted it, the will to resist had all but evaporated. It was not so much that he wanted to play the part of an utterly docile, subservient housemaid, but that his instinctive psychological response to being dominated, whether by a woman or a man, was to retreat into helpless submission. Clare and Wendy must be ecstatic at the way things had panned out, he thought. As Damien’s manhood pumped steadily at his stretched lips he tried desperately to think of a strategy. All he could come up with was to bring things to an end as quickly as possible. This was all the more urgent because for some inexplicable reason his own member was straining and oozing with arousal in its little plastic prison. So he decided to reciprocate, and began to bob back and forth enthusiastically, using the tip of his tongue to stimulate the glans, and making suitably appreciative noises. Damien was pleasantly surprised.
“That’s right, cutie…aah…you’re a quick learner though, aren’t you…?”
He put his by his sides and relaxed, letting Bobby get on with his task. Their eyes met.
“You’re a naughty girl, Bobbi! My friends are going to love you – male and female. I can tell you now…aah, yes, like that…. I can tell you, there’s going to be a big demand for your services. We’ll get you…oh my god! Slow down, please! I almost… W-we’ll get you the sauciest costumes… My current girlfriend… She’s really into all that kinky stuff… fuc-k…just stop a minute, please…”
In the next room, Clare was throwing a fit.
“His current girlfriend! Yeah, I know who he’s talking about. I’ve seen that bitch with him a couple of times. Black fuc-king lipstick and black leather. So why are you still trying to mess with me, you fuc-king two-timing piece of shit?”
“Shh, darling. Keep your voice down. When we’ve finished here you’ll be able to do whatever you want with the bastard.”
“Yeah. And I will, believe me.”
Damien had closed his eyes and was biting his lip. He didn’t want to c-um just yet. This was much too good to hurry. But Bobby’s lip gloss had melted slightly, and was adhering to the foreskin, sliding it back and forth relentlessly as he bobbed. Bobby could sense Damien’s climax wasn’t far away – his prec-um was by now flowing steadily down his throat. Speeding up, he raked the underside of Damien’s pen-is with the tip of his tongue. There was a second’s delay, then it twitched violently, Damien cried out, and the next moment hot c-um was flooding Bobby’s mouth. Damien wound his fingers into Bobby’s curled locks, and held his head steady so he couldn’t pull back. Taken by surprise by the suddenness and profusion of the reaction, Bobby almost choked, and was forced to swallow the first few spurts. Then it was overflowing the corners of his lips, running down his chin, and plopping in sticky wads and strings onto his skirt. In the midst of his climax Damien took hold of his coc-k, and, thrusting back Bobby’s head, proceeded with obvious pleasure to decorate his victim’s face. Bobby would have tried to resist this final humiliation, but he was having his own crisis; he was in the throes of his own orgasm. With his coc-k tightly imprisoned and unable to achieve any sort of erection, he had thought it impossible. He had been wrong. But instead of a pleasurable, satisfying eruption, however, it took the form of a difficult and prolonged emission, pleasure and pain gripping him in alternating waves, whilst his sperm merely oozed out into his panties in a slow stream. With a groan he fell forward with his head against Damien’s thighs, allowing that gentleman, whose own climax had now subsided, to use his hair as a convenient coc-k-wiper.
Damien, his needs temporarily satisfied, saw no more reason to hang around. He replaced his pen-is inside his trousers and zipped himself up.
“Well done, my sweet. I’m pleased to be able to tell you I consider that a, er, more than satisfactory performance, for a beginner.” He took a brown envelope from his wallet pocket, inserted a few twenty pound notes, and placed it on the dressing table. “There is a little gratuity, my dear, together with your copy of our contract. You will see I have already signed. If you wish to take up the position offered, all you need to do is to sign where indicated and send or bring it to the address at the bottom. If you agree, you would start on the first of next month. You will see that your accommodation will be provided on top of your salary and, er, bonuses. I do hope you are able to accept. Well, I'll leave you to sort yourself out, shall I? I can see myself out.”
And without further ado he turned and left the room. Bobby heard the front door shut. He was too exhausted to move. He was slimy from his head to his knees, and he knelt there, breathing hard, and watching a little rivulet of c-um trickling slowly along a fold in the pink latex of his skirt. When it reached the frilled hem, it made its way between the words Maid and Bobbi and descended in a sticky string to the plastic kneeling-mat.
His reverie was interrupted by the arrival of Wendy and Clare.
“Bobby! Are you all right, darling?” cried Wendy.
He raised his head wearily, and wiped his sticky eyebrows with his hand. “I hope you’re satisfied.”
Clare looked as though she was about to kneel and hug him, but then decided against it.
“Let’s get you to the shower. We can talk later.”
She helped him to his feet, and guided him to the door. “Listen, Bobby – you did an amazing job. I don’t know how you put up with all that. I’m going to make it up to you, I promise. You really are a gem, you know that?” She opened the bathroom door and ushered him in. “Shower just as you are first of all. Then shower and use loads of body wash – the rose one’s nice. And shampoo your hair. Ugh – it’s so sticky! I’ll bring you a big towel and your clothes, and then we can have a nice lunch and make plans.”
“Plans? What plans?”
“Never mind. Get cleaned up first. Off you go!” And she closed the door.
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