Maid To Serve

When it was time, I took the elevator up to find Livia waiting for me at her open door. She was wearing nothing, and I briefly wondered what she would do if someone else was in the lift. Then again, with the price she paid for this place, she probably would have known it was only me coming up.

Livia told me to leave the cleaning for later, and she led me directly into her bedroom. The room was far larger than my own bedroom, with a grand four-poster bed and a complete blackout blind that prevented any light from outside from coming In. The room was lit with scented candles and soothing, sensual music played, which really set the mood.

"As part of my pampering, one of the things I'd expect is a full-body massage. I've bought some oils to use, and it doesn't matter if you're not great at it, to begin with; I will pay for you to learn some techniques from the professionals if you are willing to learn."

As Livia lay face down on the bed, I contemplated where to begin. I figured that it would be good to try to remember how the massage played out yesterday and try to take pointers from that experience. Squeezing the massage oil on my hands, I rubbed them together and gently started applying the oil to Livia's soft skin. Starting at her shoulders, I slowly worked my way down her back to her firm buttocks. Livia had such the perfect bubble butt, and I probably spent a little longer massaging it than I should have. Livia didn't complain, though, and I thought I even heard her moan in appreciation. Feeling spurred on by her moans, I mixed between massaging her firmly and gently marvelling at her body close up as I worked.

"Mmmm,"

Livia almost purred as I massaged the inside of her legs, going as close to her private parts as I could without actually touching them. Her pussy lips glistened with the moistness she produced from my attention; I had to keep rein on my curiosity; a small part of me wanted to trace a finger and taste her. My mind was screaming that I wasn't a lesbian, that I wasn't into girls, but the temptation to touch her kept on growing.

"Sorry to bring this on suddenly, but do you mind wearing something for me?"

I eyed Livia curiously as she opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a ballgag. Sure, I was naive in things like this, but that didn't mean I wouldn't recognise what she held up. I felt a little uncomfortable, but there was a look of desperation on her face, one of deep longing. Well, I guess it couldn't hurt, and she might even show that appreciation with more money.

I knelt by the side of her bed so that she didn't have to get up and opened my mouth as she placed the silicone ball inside my mouth. I turned to let her tighten the strap and then stood up again as she rolled onto her stomach again.

It felt odd at first, having something in my mouth that I couldn't push out. The idea that I couldn't speak with this in my mouth was turning me on, and I was somewhat thankful for the scented candles that stopped my scent from being too noticeable. I started again with the massage, reapplying oil on her body from where it had wiped off when she moved. With the gag in, she couldn't stop looking at me.

"You look adorable with that on, Anya."

I smiled goofily with the gag in place and doubled my efforts in trying to please her. When she had finished with her on her front, she rolled over, and I began again on the front of her shoulders. To work this effectively, I straddled her waist as I leaned down and worked my way to her breasts. Completely natural, they were firm and ample in size, larger than mine, I noticed. She nodded to communicate she wanted her breasts massaged, and I gingerly rubbed the oil around her breasts. Without meaning to, I brushed past her nipples, and they responded in kind by growing erect. It didn't help that when my face hovered over them, a drool caused by the gag fell directly onto one of her nipples.

The conflict inside me battled between the craving I felt to take those nipples in my mouth and the affirmation that I was straight and that this was wrong. If it wasn't for the gag in my mouth, I very well may have given in to that craving. As I moved further down her body, she spread her legs so that I could massage the inside of her thighs. My face was close to her sex as I rubbed the inside of her thighs, and I could see that she was dripping wet from the attention. I'm glad she didn't ask me to do anything like touch or lick her there, as I wasn't sure I could say no right now. The nervousness I felt at being this close to her perfect body, the sensual music and the flickering lights of the candle combined gave me a sensory overload; I was feeling really good right now, almost like I was floating.

When I reached Livia's feet, she got vocal about what she wanted me to do. It was clear she liked her feet being rubbed, and I focused on following her instructions as I rubbed her soles and the top of her feet. It surprised me since feet usually grossed me out, but this wasn't too bad at all. With Livia's almost incoherent mumbles of appreciation, you could say that I was even appreciating it.

"Ooh, Anya, it's that time again."

I looked at the clock and noticed that the session was at an end. Where the fuck did that time go? It was the quickest one of these sessions had felt. As I got up, there was a knock on the door.

"Oh, that will be James; he's a little early. Can you let him in on your way out, Anya?"

I rushed to the door to let him in and get my stuff from the entrance lobby, ignoring Livia as she called after me. James stood in the door frame, all six foot plus of him, looking like a Calvin Klein model with his shirt unbuttoned. Sure, he was hot, but clearly, the guy was a douchebag. He looked at me with amusement on his face, and with horror, I realised I was still dressed like a sexy maid wearing the ballgag. So that's why Livia was calling after me.

Frozen to the spot, I faced the floor, hoping that it would somehow swallow me up as Livia gently removed the gag and embraced me. James smiled when he saw Livia naked and wet already.

"Ménage à trois tonight?"

"I wish."

Livia laughed, and she dragged him to the bedroom. Feeling mortified, I guess that was my cue to leave, but I waited a minute. Holding the door handle, I tried to talk myself out of it, but I couldn't leave without having a peek. Creeping to her bedroom, I held the door ajar, peeking round to see Livia already on all fours. I couldn't see James through the narrow opening, but judging by the way Livia's body shifted forward and back, I knew what was happening. Once again, I was transfixed, and once again, I got caught. Livia looked directly at me with a wry smile; the pleasure was etched all over her face. She winked in my direction and even blew me a kiss as I made a beeline for the exit.

By the time I made it home, I had received a text message from Livia asking if I was okay and apologising for the situation at the door. I felt better now I'd had a bit of time to see the funny side of it, but I wasn't sure I could look James straight in the eye if I ever saw him again.

I hope this makes up for the awkwardness, Anya xx.

Livia's message came at the same time that I had received a notification from the agency that another one thousand pounds had been tipped into my account. That was a very generous amount for wearing a ballgag for her and giving her a massage, and neither turned out to be that bad. Sure, the ballgag was a little uncomfortable to wear, but the drooling and taking away my ability to sleep made it arousing to wear; I'd have to consider getting one to wear for when Freddie fucks me.

Mr Bruce was away this week, so I took on a couple of clients I hadn't seen before. Both of them had good ratings, but the sessions were a bit of a bore considering what I was getting used to in pushing my boundaries with Livia and Mr Bruce. I'd surprised myself with what I was now willing to do for the sessions with Mr Bruce and Livia, and I wondered how far I could push myself further before it was too much. Sure, the money had helped coerce me into going the extra mile, but part of it was wanting to do more for the client. This job completely changed my perspective on sex workers. I used to stigmatise those who had sex for money, but I was starting to see that they wouldn't be around if there wasn't such a great demand for their services. If anything, I had grown to respect them for looking past the taboo and making a living where so many were unwilling to.

Aside from the sessions and catching up with my studies, I accepted Livia's invitation to expand my skills and take a course on massaging. I had spent four hours getting an introductory course into massaging, during which I had even received a massage showing how well certain techniques worked.

I had a couple more sessions with Livia before Christmas, pampering her more and more each time. I used the skills I had learned from the course, and she seemed to appreciate them. Livia had me wear the gag for the whole session both times, and during the session last night, I went a step further for her, at her request, and wore a blindfold. The blindfold required me to stay closer to her and to focus on her body to try to work out where I was. I couldn't help the arousal I felt, and I was sure Livia must have noticed my love juices seeping into my panties. Another first for this session was that she offered to share a couple of bottles of expensive red wine with me since it was Christmas. Of course, I had to rely on Livia to temporarily remove the gag to allow me a sip.

Towards the end of the session, Livia offered me more money to remove my clothes and finish the session off as a body-to-body massage. We had briefly touched upon this during the course I went to, and I had been curious as to whether Livia would ask for this. Remembering how well she tipped last time, and a mix between the quality wine and how aroused I felt gagged and blindfolded, made me accept her offer. A week of going to the gym had increased the confidence I felt in my body, and I stripped down fully in the flickering light from the candles. I removed my blindfold and oiled my body all over the front. My nipples were already erect, and there was a throbbing ache between my legs for some attention down there.

"Put the blindfold back on before you start, Anya."

Anya instructed as she allowed me another sip of wine before replacing the ballgag. I steadied myself as I stumbled, feeling a little light-headed from the alcohol, and then I found her bed and her body with my hands. Slowly, I rubbed my body up and down her body, pushing my breasts into her skin as I did. I travelled down her body, finding my face inches from her dripping wet pussy. The temptation to touch her there was at an all-time high, and that debate continued to roar in my mind. That fight between temptation and self-disgust. The self-disgust won in the end, and I tried to distract myself from the deviant thoughts that flooded my mind.

When I turned my attention to Livia's feet, she started playing with herself. She was on her back on the bed with her legs spread. Livia asked me to lay on my back with my head between her legs. She rested her feet on my chest as I rubbed them. I could hear the subtle sloppy sounds as she fingered herself just inches above my head. It took every ounce of concentration that I could muster to focus on massaging her feet to the best of my ability and ignore the temptation to remove the blindfold, look up and watch her.

"That's so good, Anya."

Livia's voice was breathless, and I soon felt her legs shaking either side of my head as the pressure built to a crescendo inside her.

"Oh fuuuuckkk..."

Livia dug one of her hands into my shoulders as an intense wave of pleasure crashed through her body. My clit was throbbing desperately for attention as if it was jealous of the sensations Livia was experiencing right now. I ignored it, hyper-focusing on her feet, noticing every detail and ensuring I gave it the best attention I was able to.

"Thank you, Anya."

Livia was breathless as she placed her hands on either side of my head. The ballgag and blindfold were removed, and I saw her face upside down in my vision as she looked down on me, biting her lip. Those luscious lips looked so inviting right now. I felt like I was trapped in a cage that I had created for myself, preventing me from saying 'fuck it' and kissing her there and then. When I didn't act, Livia giggled and wiped the hand covered in her love juices over my face. I was stunned, and she laughed even more at my expression.

On my way out, I wished her a Merry Christmas and opened the door, half expecting to see James or another male model type waiting to come in. I looked back at her, still naked and paused before making my mind up and walking out.

The regret of not kissing Livia stuck with me throughout the festive season. I felt like she had become one of my best friends in such a short amount of time, and she was certainly the only woman I had lusted over. I was confused; that was the only thing I could think of. There was no doubt in my mind that I was straight, but every time I saw the hot, vivid images of Livia in my mind, I questioned myself. She had also ended up tipping me close to two and a half thousand pounds, which meant that I was able to buy Freddie, his family, and my family back home some nice presents.

Freddie and I spent Christmas with his parents in the countryside, just over an hour outside London. They lived in a grand estate that looked like it could have been the set of Downton Abbey. He didn't want to come here, but I thought it would be best to try to mend some bridges with his father.

For the most part, Freddie's family was welcoming and polite, even if it seemed a little ungenuine. His father, on the other hand, clearly didn't approve of me. I didn't feel comfortable or even welcome in his presence, and Freddie was different around his family, and not in a good way. I wished that I could escape to Livia's apartment and spend the rest of the day there or even have a session with Mr Bruce. I let Freddie off since it must have been stressful coming back here after the fight he had with his father.

We stayed at Freddie's family until the morning of New Year's Eve. There was a party at one of our university friends this evening, which promised to be 'the bomb' with a lot of free alcohol. Chances are that it was going to get messy. Livia had also enquired about booking me in for New Year's Day from the early afternoon until late. I had checked with Freddie, and he was fine with it. Apparently, there was football all day, and he had been gifted tickets to the early game with some friends. They were then planning to head to the pub and enjoy the other matches throughout the day whilst drinking copious amounts of alcohol. I warned him that he was going to struggle with that because of the party the night before, but he laughed, saying that he'd manage.

The New Year's Eve party was fancy dress and set in a large house on the outskirts of London. Clearly, this was the student's parents' house, and they had gone away for a couple of nights. It was a fancy dress party, and I had briefly thought about wearing my maid's outfit. It was too revealing, though, and I definitely wouldn't revel in all the attention I would receive. I didn't think Freddie would enjoy it either. Instead, I played it safe and went dressed as Wonder Woman.

The party was 'the bomb' just as described. They had hired a decent DJ, and with all the free alcohol, everyone, including myself, was getting absolutely wasted, or 'utterly gazeboed' as Michael McIntyre would say. There were drinking games and, probably somewhat ill-advised, a bouncy castle and an inflatable obstacle course.

I saw, in the new year, watching the London fireworks show in the distance in Freddie's arms. The party was still going at four in the morning, and it was at that point that I chose to crash. The host had set aside a couple of rooms for people to crash on the floor if they wanted, and Freddie and I opted for that rather than have to make our way back to our dodgy neighbour at this sort of time.

The sound of others moving around woke me, and I almost cried, seeing that it was nine in the morning already. Although the floor wasn't the most comfortable sleep, I'd had nowhere near enough, and I wasn't sure if I was still drunk or not. I kissed Freddie, saying that I hoped he had a fun day with the football. On my way out, I thanked the host and rolled my eyes at those who had pulled an all-nighter and were still partying. I now had four hours to get home and get ready before my session with Livia.

I must have still been a little drunk when I first woke because the second I stepped into my flat, the hangover hit. I suddenly felt incredibly lethargic, but I powered on, determined to make the session with Livia on time. Spending a little time in the shower helped a little, but I didn't want to get out. Even after applying make-up, there were still signs of my late night. It wasn't as good as it usually looked, but it would have to do.

I arrived at Livia's apartment building with five minutes to spare. The receptionist smiled sympathetically as he saw me walk in wearing a pair of sunglasses and sipping a Starbucks. At the top, I knocked on Livia's door, and she took longer than usual before she answered. The tired and pained, mixed with a little self-pity and self-loathing expression on her face, mirrored my own. It was clear that she had partied hard last night as well. It was only when I stepped inside that I realised just how hard she had partied.

Bottles, food, and even clothes littered the floor of Livia's apartment. There didn't seem to be anyone else here at the moment, but clearly, there had been a lot of people partying last night.

"Right, looks like today you'll be doing some actual maid shit."

Livia's voice was hoarse, and she looked drained from the night before. Judging by the pained expression, she was struggling today and would probably leave me to it as she went back to sleep.

"That's fine, Livia. You go have a nap and it'll be clean by the time you're awake."

"Oh, don't think you're getting off lightly today just because I'm hungover to fuck. You're still wearing the gag today, and I'm going to offer you extra so you can do it with nothing on."

Livia seemed to be one of those who always got what she wanted because of who her father was and the money she had. In my hungover state I was tempted to call her out on it, but who was I kidding? I wasn't going to turn down the extra money, not when I was so close to affording a deposit on a rental in central London. It wasn't like she'd not seen the majority of me already.

I stripped down until I stood before Livia with nothing hiding my modesty. She smiled, devouring my body with her eyes as if I were just an object. She fitted the ballgag in my mouth and then sat down on the sofa instead of going back to bed. Before starting with the cleaning, Livia told me to make her a coffee and serve it to her.

The first half hour of this session was the most I'd actually felt like a maid over these last few months working on behalf of the agency. It was disgusting; half-empty beer cans and bottles which I managed to spill over myself, crumpled cups, and small plastic bags that clearly contained some sort of illegal substance. That wasn't even the worst of it, there were worn knickers and even used condoms. Livia laughed as I cringed picking these up.

It took nearly two hours of the session for me to return Livia's apartment to an acceptable state. I had cleaned more questionable stains than I would have cared to and picked up stained panties and crumpled tissues that I didn't want to know what they had been used for. Livia followed me into the kitchen as I worked on the huge pile of dishes. I felt on edge as she stood right behind me, close enough that I could feel her warm breath on my neck. She stepped even closer, touching my back with her chest and I closed my eyes, enjoying the sense of her presence.