Strictly Business

Being a housekeeper wasn't easy for Katie, but she made it work. After a few years of positive reviews and word of mouth, her business was booming, but it seemed like she was still struggling to get by.

She took off a week to be with her family for the holidays and the lack of revenue for the week had done a number on her bank account. In order to help recoup some cash, Katie had taken on a few new clients, but because of the bustle of the holiday season, she didn't have time to look at anything more than addresses. But, when she pulled up to Larkview Court, her heart dropped and she checked the schedule to confirm what she already knew. Today, she was cleaning the house of her high school bully, Marissa Saunders.

In high school, Marissa was the quintessential popular girl: a thin cheerleader who got whatever she wanted and who tormented anyone less fortunate. In the years since high school, Marissa had done well for herself. She had married, and divorced, a big shot attorney and was paid out the ass in alimony. And though she didn't really need to work, she had opened a boutique in town that was apparently doing quite well.

Katie perused the instructions attached to her schedule. There was no information about a key, so it seemed that, at least momentarily, she was going to have to face Marisa again.

As she approached the door, the pit in her stomach grew and she felt like the awkward sixteen-year-old that Marissa used to torment all those years ago. It was an act of moral strength to ring the doorbell.

Barely a second later, Marissa opened the door, as if she had been waiting all day for Katie's arrival. When Katie finally raised her eyes to face her, Marisa was grinning. It wasn't a kind grin. It seemed to Katie that it was the grin a shark might give after stumbling upon a group of baby seals.

"Katie Davis, I can't believe it," Marissa said in a chipper voice dripping with insincerity. "It's been what, fifteen years? We missed you at the ten-year reunion; it's a shame you couldn't make it."

"I was working that day," Katie squeaked.

Marissa smirked. "I'm sure you were."

Katie peered around the house. The entry way had a grand staircase that Katie was sure was made of marble. To the left was the kitchen, with gorgeous granite countertops and hardwood floors, not the vinyl that Katie was used to. Katie knew Marissa had done well for herself, but to think that someone her age could afford something so illustrious seemed almost unbelievable. Katie also began to grow nervous as she looked around. The entire house was spotless. There was not a single dish in the sink or speck of dust to be found. Typically, most of Katie's clients weren't slobs, but their houses certainly were not this clean when she arrived. It seemed to Katie that Marissa had cleaned her house in preparation for the day.

"I should be able to get out of your hair pretty soon," Katie squeaked again. "Your house is beautiful."

"Oh, no, I do believe I booked you for four hours today. I have quite a massive house," Marissa said.

"Oh, ok." Katie stammered. "Where would you like me to get started?"

Marissa guided Katie to a carpeted living room and gave vague instructions about how she wanted it cleaned. As Katie dusted and vacuumed, Marissa's eyes seemed to follow her as if in wait. And momentarily, she would show her cards.

As Katie bent over to clean the coffee table, Marissa leaned over from her position on the couch and poured her glass of wine on Katie's head.

"I'm so sorry, Katie, my hand must've slipped," Marissa said cooly. "I really hope you can forgive me.

Katie felt so small, and her voice came out smaller. "It's fine."

"If I had anything... your size, I would give it to you, but for the time being, would you mind taking off your shirt? I don't want it to stain the carpets," Marissa said.

"I don't have anything else."

"Actually," Marissa said with a devious smile. "I think I have a uniform from my old housekeeper. Would that work?"

"Yes."

As Marissa led Katie upstairs to her closet, Katie was on the verge of tears. She had a sinking feeling about what to expect from this uniform, and her suspicions were quickly confirmed.

Katie had no doubt that this uniform had never been worn before by any housekeeper. It was a classic French maid uniform with a skirt that would barely cover her ass and a top that her breasts were going to spill out of. It was pretty clear that this outfit had been specially purchased with her in mind, and, had she had any self respect, she would leave and refuse service. But just being near Marissa had once again worn down her self-confidence, and she painstakingly took the uniform.

Marisa left the room to give Katie some privacy, and she breathed a sigh of relief. At least Marissa wouldn't be watching her change.

When Katie looked in the mirror, her suspicions were confirmed. This uniform left nothing to the imagination. Her nipples were barely covered and her ass just... wasn't. She looked more like a porn star that a house cleaner. Still, she did look good. The uniform was very flattering on her curves and she admired herself momentarily before Marissa's knocking interrupted her thoughts.

"Did it fit?"

"Erm, yes."

"Perfect." Marissa opened the door. "Oh Katie, it suits you so well." Marissa said with her signature sinister smile. "Let's continue things in the kitchen.

Looking around the kitchen, Katie really couldn't see anything that she could clean, but upon asking, Marissa indicated that she needed the insides of the cabinets cleaned.

"Why don't you start with the bottom row?"

Katie got down on her hands and knees to reach the bottom row of cabinets. Painstakingly aware that her thong was showing, Katie kept trying to pull down her skirt, but it was of no use, there simply was not enough fabric to hide it. And if she tugged any further, her nipples would surely show in the front.

Marissa followed behind, standing over Katie.

"I want you to pull each item out one at a time, and I'll tell you whether I want to toss it or keep it. Okay?" Marissa smiled.

"Okay," Katie whispered.

The process of pulling each item out and showing it to Marissa was a humiliating ordeal. Every time Katie reached in, her thong would show, and when she would turn around, her breast were on full display. Clearly, Marissa was enjoying the show because every time Katie pulled out an item, her eyes were alive with mischievous delight.

Eventually, Katie had unpacked all of the lower cabinets, tossing what had been unwanted. As she began to reorganize the lower cabinets, Marissa pulled out a meal prep container and began eating near Katie.

A few moments later, Katie heard the sound of food hitting the floor and turned to see Marissa smirking yet again.

"Katie, since you're already down there, would you mind cleaning that up for me?"

Katie grabbed her wash cloth and crawled over to where Marissa was seated to pick up the chicken and re-clean the floor.

Not even a second after finishing, Marissa overtly dropped another piece.

"Oops. Can you get that one too?"

As Katie scrubbed the floor again, she became aware that her cheeks were flushed and she was keenly aware of the burning sensation between her legs that had been growing steadily all day.

There was another soft thud of something hitting the floor. But this time, it was not food. It was Marissa's sandal.

"Oh dear, would you mind helping me out, Katie?"

Katie nodded and slid the shoe back on Marissa's foot gently. She admired how perfectly manicured and soft her feet were and felt her cheeks blush once again.

"Hmm. I think my shoe might be a bit dirty now. Would you mind cleaning it for me?"

Katie reached for her washcloth and was about to begin cleaning when Marissa grabbed her by the chin.

"N-o Katie, not with your towel. I think you need to clean this with something a bit more practical: your tongue."

"My what?" Katie stammered.

"You heard me. Don't you think it makes more sense to use your tongue? It seems far better suited for getting into the grooves. Don't you agree?"

Katie nodded in agreement despite the alarm bells in her mind. Marissa was clearly on a power trip. Why was Katie agreeing to such absurd demands? And why did it feel so good?

Katie dutifully ran her tongue through every groove in Marissa's sandal with careful movements. With every second, she could feel the blood rushing to her clitoris and her pussy throbbed. As she worked, Marissa grinned with joy and petted her head.

"Katie?"

"Mmm-hmmm," Katie responded, her tongue still cleaning the bottom of the shoe.

"I just had a great idea," Marissa said. "You should clear your schedule so that I'm your only client."

Katie pulled back. "I don't think-"

"Katie." Marissa said firmly. "I wasn't asking."

Marissa turned her phone to show Katie a series of compromising pictures that she had taken while Katie was in the cabinets in which her cherry red thong was on full display.

"Do you think your other clients would keep you around if they saw these?"

Katie knew the answer.

"I'm giving you a really good deal here," Marissa cooed. "I promise to pay you well, plus," Marissa smiled, "I'll even let you live here. All you need to do is just follow what I ask of you."

Katie squirmed as the sensation in her clit grew stronger.

Sensing the situation, Marissa knelt down in front of Katie.

"Do you know why I picked on you so much in high school?" Marissa asked.

Katie shook her head.

"It's because you are a complete waste of space. You have a gorgeous body." Marissa grabbed Katie's hips, pulling herself closer. "But you have absolutely no backbone. People like you only are worthwhile when you are being told exactly what to do." Marissa slid her hand up Katie's thigh and into her underwear, sliding her middle and index finger upwards. "And judging by this." Marissa pulled out her fingers, covered in Katie's secretions. "You really like being told what to do. Don't you?"

Katie nodded in desperation.

"So why don't you just be a good girl and listen to me forever?" Marissa smiled as she forced her finger in Katie's mouth. "Suck."

Katie licked Marissa's fingers fervently.

"I'll give you a week to decide, but I'm sure you'll make the right choice. Won't you?"