Quaranteam Ch. 01-10

"Look, I get that," Andy said, as the three of them descended the staircase back to the ground floor. "I just want to make sure that nobody's doing anything they don't want to do."

"I can assure you, Master Rook," a voice said from around the corner, "none of us is here unwillingly."

As the three of them walked around the corner, Andy could see Niko and Lauren standing in front of three women. The first woman was a Hispanic woman in overalls and a t-shirt, in her early thirties, with her black hair cut in a short bob. Next to her was a Midwestern looking woman around the same age, curvy with her hair in a bushy brown ponytail, dressed in a t-shirt and slacks, with an apron draped over the front, her eyes behind large circular glasses that almost dwarfed her face. And on the right was one of the most buxom women Andy had ever seen. She was in her early twenties, dressed in a French maid's costume, black and white, with a short skirt, white underfrills poking out the bottom, her legs in fishnet stockings, with a single black line running up the back of them. Her tits were huge, practically forming a shelf, as much of them exposed as covered. Her hair was blonde, long running down her back in massive curls that hung down to her waist. Unlike the other two women, who were wearing sneakers, the maid wore tall high heels.

"We're all aware what we signed up for, Master Rook," the voice continued. It emerged from the woman on the left, whom Andy assumed was Katie, the gardener. "And we will make sure the house is kept in perfect condition."

"Master Rook sounds so insanely overblown... Katie, was it?" Andy said, as he approached them, feeling Aisling moving in behind him.

"Yes, Master. I'm Katie, this is my partner Jennifer, and down at the end is Yvette." Jennifer bowed a little, while Yvette gave a curtsy that somehow even offered even more of a view of her cleavage than before. "And it's important we show deference and respect."

"Would 'sir' be an acceptable compromise?" Niko asked the women, which made Andy relax a little.

"I would have no problem with that, ma'am," Katie said.

"Nor I, madam," Jennifer followed.

"I must insist I refer to him as Master," Yvette said, her French accent practically oozing into every word. "I want to offer him his earned respect. And besides, it gives me a tingle saying it."

"You really are French, Yvette?" Aisling asked.

"Oui, madam."

"And it gives you a thrill to refer to him as Master?" Niko said.

"Oui, madam."

"How much of a thrill?"

"Madam, I am a natural submissive. I enjoy serving, being ordered around, and the idea of having a proper Master? That is exactly what I wanted."

"And the outfit?"

"Mon dieu, what man hasn't wanted an actual French maid at some point in his life?"

"The outfit's quite complete."

"In all the right ways," Yvette giggled, while tugging up the front of her skirt to reveal that while she was wearing fishnets, that was the only thing she had on beneath the skirt. And the woman's pussy was not only wet, it was practically dripping down her thighs. "Welcome to your new home, Master."