The Photo Shop Ch. 57

"Hello, Grace's Real Estate, how may I be of assistance?"

"Hi Grace, Lew."

"What a pleasure to hear you, have you recovered from your trip to sunny Italy?"

"Barely."

"I can imagine with Catharina, Rachel, Gina, and Victoria there."

"You have no idea, but that's not what I am calling you about. It's Monday so I have Petra here with me and I mentioned the open position in your rental apartments."

"I see, and is she interested?"

"Maybe...given the right incentive."

"And what would that incentive be?"

"No I'm just pulling your leg, she would love to come and talk to you about the position, but that doesn't mean you can get her cheap."

"I wouldn't dream of it, you know me, I always pay my employees fairly. But tell me more. Would she consider living on the premises? Because that would be the most important thing."

"It might even be the deal clincher, I told you she has an ogre as a landlord and she wants to get away from him."

"Excellent, but of course, I need to meet her first."

"By all means, and that's why I'm calling you to set up the interview. Would sometime next weekend suit you?"

"Let me check my calendar...why don't we make it a threesome and have dinner together, I presume you wouldn't mind participating in this interview?"

"No, not at all, shall we go out or shall we dine in my or your place?"

"Well since part of the job could involve cooking, why don't you ask her to cook a meal in your place and I'll join you there. That way I can easily find out what her cooking skills amount to and I guess she is familiar with your kitchen?"

"Yes she is, let me ask her."

I put my hand over the phone and asked Petra if she would be willing to cook a meal for Grace and me in my kitchen as part of the interview allowing Grace to judge her skills in that department.

"She knows you're a good cleaning lady, I convinced her of that but part of the job does involve preparing food."

"I hope she knows I'm not exactly a top chef but I can do a simple meal."

"She knows. The idea, in the end, is that you are able to prepare some typical Belgian dishes. For more fancy food, the visitors will need to go to one of the many top restaurants in Antwerp or any other city in Belgium."

"Are you still there Lew?"

"Yes, sorry Grace, but I needed to confer with Petra to see if she was willing to handle this on short notice."

"And is she?"

"If you're not expecting a top chef dinner, she is willing to give it a try."

Grace was happy with that and gave the same explanation as I did about what the live-in person would have to be able to put on the table.

"So when would you like this test to happen?"

"Saturday evening, say around 7 is that OK for you and her?"

Petra, who had heard my conversation with Grace, nodded that it would

"Saturday at 7 is fine. Will you come alone or will Nancy join?"

"No I'll come alone, it's my business and my decision, besides, having to find a babysitter would pose too many problems, and bringing the baby would pose even more problems."

"Excellent, see you Saturday then. Bye, Grace."

"Cheerio Lew, I'm already looking forward to it."

"Oh my God now I'm really nervous; what shall I prepare? Will she like it? What will she think of me?"

"Relax Petra, you heard Grace, you're not supposed to prepare a 3-star dinner, all you need is a simple, typical family meal. Soup, a main dish, and a dessert, you've done that dozens of times for me."

"Yes but I really want to make a good impression, do you know what she likes?"

"Based on what I saw her eat on the cruise I know that Grace very much likes fish: she always chose the fish dish over meat, except when they were serving prime rib. So why don't you make sole menière as a main course with a simple vegetable soup, with tiny meatballs before, and a delicious 'mousse au chocolat' as dessert? If you really want to impress her, you can always go for sole rolls with North Sea grey shrimp sauce, unless you want to play it safe and go for mussels with French fries. Come to think of it; have you ever tried a 'moelleux' as dessert?"

"Do you really think I will be able to impress her with any of that?"

"Yes, absolutely, especially with the second suggestion, the sole rolls. I'll join you Saturday morning when you go shopping for the ingredients. We want the fish to be as fresh as possible. You can spend the day at my place to prepare it all. That way I can keep an eye on you and make sure you don't get too nervous."

"I'm nervous already. Don't forget, if I get this job this would mean a huge step for me."

"I know, but I'm sure you'll be able to do this, otherwise I would never have mentioned your name to Grace."

"Oh Lew I'll be forever in your debt if this works out."

"No, you won't, you'll remain my loyal and preferred cleaning lady and you'll have another job on the side, which you will get purely on your own merit, and if you don't mind, could you now clean the apartment?"

"Yes, I almost forgot with all the things happening."

Petra quickly got dressed and so did I. We had been nude the whole time as if it was completely normal; that only proved to me how relaxed she felt working for me and I was sure she would feel the same working for Grace. Maybe not naked, but hey you never know how Saturday would turn out.

That Saturday morning, Petra rang my doorbell at 5 to 8, just like she usually does on Monday. I buzzed her in.

"Well, have you slept well?"

"No, not really, I'm so nervous."

"Don't be, Grace is a very nice lady, and I'll be here to help and support you as well. How about a nice cup of coffee? Did you have breakfast?"

"No, I couldn't eat a bite."

"You can't handle this day on an empty stomach. Why don't you prepare a nice breakfast for the both of us, like you've done a dozen times?"

"OK, that will probably take my mind off this interview."

Petra got busy in the kitchen preparing a nice breakfast for us. She knew I very much liked baked beans with eggs and bacon, so it was a feast for me. When we had finished breakfast it was time to open the shop. I let Jada in and told her I was going out with Petra to do some shopping. She looked at me with a question in her eyes, in combination with a raised brow.

"No Jada, Petra did not spend the night here, she has a very important thing going on today and she needs my support for that so that's the only reason she's here today. So could you run the shop for a few hours on your own while we go shopping?"

"Shopping as well, does she need special clothes for this thing?"

"We're not going shopping for clothes, but for food, and before you keep asking, Petra is going to prepare a nice meal for Grace and me tonight."

"Is she going into catering now instead of cleaning?"

"God, you never stop, do you? No, she's applying for a job as a janitor for Grace's vacation apartments, and now please stop asking questions, I'm sure you'll find plenty to do."

"Yes, boss!"

In the end, Petra wanted to go for the sole rolls with shrimp and mousse au chocolat as dessert. She had never prepared a 'moelleux' before and didn't want to risk failure, which I could very well understand as that can be a tricky dessert. We returned shortly before lunch and I checked with Jada if everything was OK. It was, nothing special had happened in the shop.

As Petra and Jada didn't know each other very well, I invited Jada to join us for lunch. I must say despite the age difference and coming from opposite parts of the world they got on like a house on fire. It helped Petra to relax. After lunch, I took a nap and Petra got busy in the kitchen. She had a lot to do after all. Prepare a nice vegetable soup, with tiny meatballs, I insisted on that, then fillet the soles and steam them, peel the potatoes, and cut them into nice even bars. She'd seen how they served potatoes in some fancy restaurants and absolutely wanted to copy that. I must admit, when they were served, they looked far more appetizing than just cut into uneven chunks like we normally do.

By 5 o'clock she had everything ready for the final preparation and presentation. She looked tired, especially since she was so tensed up by what she had riding on this meal. I told her to take it easy now and we had a cup of tea together. At six I said goodbye to Jada, closed the shop, and Petra began her final preparations for 'The Meal' as we had now christened it jokingly.

Right on the dot of 7, the bell rang and Grace arrived. I buzzed her in.

"Hello Grace, how are you doing?"

"Not too bad, I managed to close a very interesting deal today, a property I'd had on my books for a long time was finally sold. The owners were very pleased they agreed to wait till now and got the original asking price for it."

"Excellent, so are you ready to meet your potential future janitor?"

"Yes, I must admit I've been rather nervous about this meeting."

"You were not the only one, I've got a very nervous Polish lady in the kitchen, so please come through and meet her."

"Grace, may I present you Petra, Petra this is Grace, my cruise companion."

The girls first shook hands, but Grace pulled Petra in and gave her the traditional 3 kisses, thus breaking the ice. I saw Petra immediately relax.

"So Petra you would like to be the janitor in my vacation apartments downtown?"

"Yes, ma'am I would like that very much."

"Well you can stop calling me ma'am, I'm Grace."

"Yes," Petra replied, "Grace."

"Shall we have a drink? Champers OK for the ladies?"

"By all means, you know I love the stuff don't you Lew?"

"Yes, for you as well Petra?"

"Maybe better not..."

"Hey Petra, please join us, we are amongst friends here and I'm sure you like Champagne as well?"

"Yes, I do Grace."

"Great that's settled then, Champagne all around Lew."

Petra had also prepared some hors d'oeuvres to go with the aperitif which already pleasantly surprised Grace.

"This doesn't seem to be the first time you've cooked Petra."

"No Grace, I worked for a caterer in Belgium before I became a cleaning lady, and I did learn a lot there. Their specialty was organizing big receptions and business parties."

"I also understood from Lew you were into bodybuilding?"

"Yes."

"You must tell me all about it, I am really curious to learn about that sport."

"Could I maybe first serve the meal."

"Yes, of course, I'm just babbling and we don't want to let all your cooking hard work go to waste now do we?"

"As a starter, we have a vegetable soup, with, upon Lew's specific request tiny meatballs."

"Yeah, that's Lew for you he just loves those cute little meatballs in his soup."

The soup was excellent; it reminded me of the soup my mom used to make when I was a kid. My mom always served soup, she claimed that it was better for your health to have a bowl of soup first before attacking the main dish. That way you would not eat too much of the main course and the dessert, and stay lean. It did help: I never got a beer belly. Grace was over the moon about the main course, she couldn't stop praising Petra for how delicious it was and so well prepared.

"I must admit Grace that again Lew told me you prefer fish over meat; he said that he found that out during your cruise together."

"So you were paying attention to what I ate during our trip, Lew?"

"I was paying attention to everything about you dear," I said with a knowing smile.

Finally, Petra served the dessert and again Grace was in seventh heaven. She is not an ice-cream-o-holic like I am, so that's why I steered Petra in the direction of something chocolaty. We finished with a nice cup of coffee and homemade cookies, by Petra of course. She had been busy the whole afternoon and although I had sort of followed what she was doing, she still managed to surprise me.

"So Petra, you think you would enjoy working as a janitor for me?"

"Oh, yes Grace, especially if housing goes with it."

"Yes; Lew told me you had problems with your landlord, what exactly are the problems?"

"The place I live in is not up to standard, a lot of the stuff is broken or malfunctioning and he doesn't do anything about it. I have to make small repairs myself and when I tell him I need some new things, even essential stuff, he refuses to reimburse me, but if I don't put them in, the place becomes uninhabitable. He still keeps on raising my rent."

"I see, yes that's not really nice, now I better understand why you're so keen to find a position that includes housing. You do know that you'll be living in the cellar?"

"Yes, but it's not fully underground Lew told me, it's more like a half basement?"

"Yes, it's the space used in the good old days when these houses were built, for the kitchen and the staff to work and sometimes even sleep in. Well, the higher-ranking staff, like the butler, the housekeeper, and the cook slept there. The rest of the staff slept in the attic, which would also be available for you if you wish. It could even be a nice workout area for you, do you still practice your bodybuilding?"

"I do try to keep in shape, but I don't do competition anymore."

"I would like to know more about the competition aspect of it, is it hard to expose your body?"

"It is in the beginning, but you get used to people gawking at you, besides we always wear a bikini or a bathing suit...and lots of oil."

"Would you dare to show us?"

"Lew can show you the photos he took of me."

"Why am I not surprised Lew took photos of you, I bet he even took photos of you without the bathing suit or bikini."

Now that made Petra blush, "Yes he did."

"OK Lew let's have these photos, I'm so curious to see Petra doing these funny poses showing off her muscles."

"Oh boy, I'd have to dig deep to find those photos, I think we'd better ask Petra to do a live show."

"Oh no Lew what would my future employer think of me should I strip and show off my body?"

"Grace, what do you think? Would you hold that against her?"

"I would hold it against her if she didn't do it! I love to look at a nice female body, especially a muscular one, so Petra please don't let that stop you, on the contrary, I encourage you to go ahead and give us a small bodybuilding show. I always wanted to attend one, but never dared, so let me dare you to go ahead and do it here and now."

"OK if you insist," Petra replied, "but I must warn you I don't have the type of bikini with me that I normally wear for these shows."

"We are amongst friends dear, and I would be more than happy were you only to wear your skin to show us."

Now that made Petra blush, she was absolutely not used to another female being so forward.

"Shall I go to the bedroom to take my gear off Lew?"

"I don't see why, if we're going to see you naked anyway, you may as well get undressed right here. I've seen you naked before. You know what, I'll strip too so you don't feel all alone, and maybe Grace will do as well...later on? Won't you Grace just to be supportive?"

"I may consider it if the mood strikes me."

Hesitantly Petra began to remove her T-shirt by grabbing the hem and pulling it over her head, revealing her nice lace bra covering her smallish perky boobs. Her jeans followed next. When she was in her underwear, she struck a few bodybuilding poses showing off the muscles in her arms and legs and of course her muscled abdomen.

"Wow Petra, you look fabulous, very muscular, and yet so very feminine. Have you always had small boobs, or is this because of your training?"

"I always had small boobs, I was a laughing stock at school: when all the other girls were already sporting serious boobs I still had nothing showing."

"Did you ever consider having a boob job?"

"When I was 18 yes, before that my mother didn't want to know about it, she claimed that it ran in the family and I had to learn to live with it."

"But clearly you never had one then?"

"No, it never posed a problem for the competition. I had competitors who'd had them but they didn't look good and far from natural and that's what the judges prefer, a muscular but natural look."

"Why don't you reveal these two cuties for us now?" Grace asked.

"Hey, Grace, why don't you treat us to your beauties as well then, a question of it being more equal?"

"OK, if you take off your boxer shorts as well, it may be more comfortable for you as I see something straining very hard to get out of there."

I jumped up and pulled my boxers down, leaving me starkers, Petra's hands moved to her back unhooking her bra and Grace got up, unzipped her dress, and let it drop to the floor. She was not completely naked, but at least she was showing us some skin and her perky C-cups pushed up by her balcony bra.

"They are lovely Petra, I'm glad you never got a boob job, it wouldn't look good on your toned body you are perfect as you are. I guess you are completely hairless when you do these competitions?"

"Yes I am," Petra replied taking off her panties, leaving her completely naked like myself.

The only one still wearing clothes, well underwear anyway, was Grace.

"Come on Grace don't keep us in suspense, be a good sport and show yourself as we did."

Grace being Grace didn't dawdle and removed her bra and panties.

"Still shaven I see?"

"Yes, just the way you like it, or have you changed your mind and want to see my red bush again?"

"I'm not sure which look I prefer, from a visual standpoint I would say oh yes let it grow, I like to look at that fiery bush, but then when I think cunnilingus, I prefer it bald."

"Shall I grow a small bush, trimmed in an artful way, just above my slit to satisfy both your cravings maybe?"

"That would be ideal, would you do that for me?"

"You know I'll do anything to please you teddy bear."

Grace was looking at Petra with sort of hungry eyes, "can I touch them?" she asked.

"Euh, yes I guess."

"Have you never been touched by a woman?"

"Oh yes, thanks to Lew."

Grace carefully cupped Petra's boobs, making her nipples pebble.

"Care to touch mine?" Grace whispered.

Without reply, Petra cupped Grace's C-cups, enticing a moan from her lips. Very quietly I picked up my camera and began taking pictures. This needed to be recorded for posterity, Petra being touched by Grace for the first time. The girls just looked into each other's eyes and gently played with each other's tits. Now that Petra's nipps were completely erect, Grace couldn't restrain herself from taking them between thumb and index and giving them a squeeze. Petra moaned, when Grace pinched harder, Petra moaned harder too accompanied by a sigh.

"Are you into BDSM dear?" Grace whispered in her ear.

"Just a little," Petra replied, "Lew introduced me to that lifestyle."

"Did he now, please do tell me how he got you to submit?"

"I lost a bet and had to submit to him in the cellar for 2 hours."

"The bet had to do with him holding out didn't it?"

"Yes, I bet I could make him cum with a blowjob within 20 minutes."

"I could have told you upfront you would lose that bet darling."

"I never met a man before I couldn't make ejaculate sucking his dick for so long, at first he proposed 15 minutes but I increased it to 20 being totally sure he wouldn't be able to last that long, but the bastard did."

"Yes, even if you would have given him 30 minutes he would still have won."

"Yeah, I heard later why and how."

"So do I conclude you're not averse to some BDSM play either?"

"As long as it isn't too extreme, no, we had a very nice session."

"That's good to know as the ground floor apartment does have a BDSM-themed room, which of course you would need to clean and put in order after the visitors have played in it."

"That's OK...will I be required to participate in these games?"

"Only if you want to, but that would be strictly between you and the visitors. Come to think of it, you could possibly earn a nice little extra there if you do."