Chapter 272.
They all wanted photos or little videos, demanding smiles, peace signs, and pretty much every sort of humiliating pose they could think of. Serena largely just looked on, encouraging the other three with suggestions or little humorous quips. Margaret was the worst, stepping forward every now and then to adjust his dress, to puff the sleeves more, hitch up the skirt, or check his bra or stockings - any excuse to paw him. His face was burning – this was so different from yesterday. He no longer felt admired, only humiliated. Serena was fully aware of his discomfiture, but quite without sympathy.
“Do you find this difficult, Tim? I’m afraid if you aspire to become a ladies’ maid, you’re going to have to get used to it. Being the centre of attention is not always as pleasant as you might have thought.”
“Well, Ser…I mean, miss… I don’t achally wanna be a maid, see? I didn’t sign up for this…”
“Didn’t sign up for it? Oh, but you did! That’s exactly what you did. Read your contract. It covers any employment at the discretion of the employer – in this case, Miss Poole.”
Tim looked at her in dismay. Yesterday she’d seemed so warm and friendly. Today…
“Okay, let me explain what’s going to happen, and why. My mum is involved in a range of businesses. One of them, in which your employer also has a major interest, is a domestic maid agency specialising in boy maids. They’re good looking, nicely dressed and well-trained, polite and obedient. Obedience and submissiveness is the key, the sine qua non. Well-off ladies will pay a high price such domestics. You’re going to be trained to be one such. No, no…don’t make a face. If Miss Poole were to see that reaction…”
Tim wilted. “Please don’t tell her…”
“So behave yourself! You will be trained, you will become the best, you will serve diligently. Understood?”
Tim nodded meekly.
“You’ll be a boot boy on weekdays, and a maid at weekends. You will be trained until you are of sufficient proficiency to be placed. I wouldn’t be too downcast, Timothy. You will receive a percentage of the hourly rate which will be more than double what you are being paid as a boot boy.”
Tim perked up at this revelation.
“Really, miss?”
“Of course. Maiding is far more skilled work than polishing boots – don’t you agree? You will get paid accordingly. But equally, poor performance, even minor errors of etiquette, will be punished severely, during training and at work. Your mistresses will be empowered to apply any form of punishment or discipline they think fit. Understand?”
“Yes, miss…”
“Good. Serious training will begin next week. Today you may practise serving drinks and learning to be silent and invisible when you’re not needed – which won’t be very often, by the way. I can't pretend it won't be hard work.” There was the sound of steps coming down the stairs “Oh, I think I hear Terry coming downstairs. That’s Teri with and “i” by the way. Boy maids are always given girls’ names, and addressed as females. We’ll decide your later. Yes, here she is. Teri, meet Timothy. You may both come into the living-room. We’ll leave you alone for thirty minutes or so to get to know each other. Okay Nicola?”
“Sure, Serena. Teri, fill Timothy in about what’ll be expected of him, all right?”
“Yes, miss Nicola.” He turned to Tim. “Hi, Timothy…”
“Hi…er, Teri…”
Teri was about his age, shortish blond hair, friendly face. Tim took a liking to him at once.
“I like your outfit,” said Teri. “I wanted a pink one, but my mistress insisted on blue – said it goes with my hair…”
“It suits you… You look great…”
“Thanks. We should have a chat.”
“Yeah, could we? I ‘ad no idea what was gonna ‘appen when I came ‘ere. I’m still, like, in shock…”
“You’ll be okay. You’re good looking. You’ll be in demand. I can see that already.”
“I ain’t sure…”
“It isn’t that bad. The money’s great. I’m full-time. Nicola’s my permanent mistress, though I get placed too, sometimes for days at a time. But Nicola’s very good to me…”
“That’s nice…”
“Yeah. But it’s hit and miss when you’re sent out. Some of those ‘ladies’ so-called…”
“Can we…go outside for a minute?”
“Miss… May we go into the garden for a few minutes?”
“Yes. Be back by ten.”
“Yes miss. Thank you miss.”
“Thank you, miss,” added Tim, politely. He was already learning…
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