Jade's Special Cleaning Services

It should have been obvious when he yelled that his name was 'Todd' in my ear that he had plenty of money from daddy. Even the way he yelled was refined: the music in the nightclub was nearly deafening but when he raised his voice it seemed effortless.

Todd was fit, though, and handsome. He said something that I didn't hear but he smiled expectantly and I fake-laughed so he would like me. Then he bought me a drink and when we danced he put both hands on my waist possessively, and I let him. We'd only known each other for fifteen minutes but I was flattered that a hot guy was interested in me and he exuded a sexy confidence.

Thirty minutes after meeting him my arms were around his well-bred shoulders and his hands were on my bum, pulling me into him.

Forty-five minutes and we were desperately snogging in the street waiting for a taxi. He tasted of vodka and fags and every time his fingers climbed up my thighs, pushing under my skirt, I playfully knocked him away again, but didn't say no.

An hour and we were in his flat, which was large and obviously expensive; in his bed, which was large and obviously expensive; and I was sucking his dick, which was... perfectly adequate. He kept moaning and putting his hands in my hair, trying to push me deeper. I kept my hand firmly wrapped around his shaft, keeping him from ramming it into my throat, and my other hand was rubbing myself through my knickers. I (correctly) guessed that we weren't going to do much foreplay beyond this and wanted to be as wet as possible.

An hour and a quarter after I had met Todd, I was lying on my back, trying not to think about the wet spot I was lying in. Todd was either asleep or doing a good job of pretending to be, beside me on the dry bit of the sheet. My dress was rumpled up around my waist and I knew I would need to get up, hopefully shower, fix my hair, my makeup... but sitting up meant more of his cum would leak out of me. Then there was the walk of shame: better now while I was still a bit drunk? Or later when I'd slept a bit? Did I remember to put flat shoes in my handbag? I had cash for a taxi but needed to find my phone. And then, without moving and still in the wet bit, I fell asleep too.

I wasn't sure I'd ever told Todd my name. Who says romance is dead?

Approximately eight hours later

The sound of the bedroom door opening woke me in the morning. Light was coming through the partly-open blinds and I instantly knew I was hungover and hated myself. I guessed it was probably too much to ask for Todd to thoughtfully bring me a cup of sugary coffee and a painkiller. Forcing my eyes open to see what he was doing, I looked straight at a beautiful pair of naked breasts.

Not mine, obviously, although I was still naked under the blanket except for my bunched-up dress. They were much, much bigger than mine. Her nipples were small and dark pink and stood out naturally from the wide curve of her breasts. My thoughts went from 'wow, she's got fabulous tits' to 'why can't mine be more like that' before eventually arriving at the more conventional 'who the fuck is this topless girl in Todd's bedroom?'

Alarmed, I sat up quickly, pulling the blanket right up to my neck.

"Hello?" she asked curiously half a second before I could enter full freak-out mode. Her manner was too relaxed for her to be his girlfriend.

"Hi, I'm Isla, Todd's... friend," I said, and even that was overstating it.

One of the topless woman's eyebrows went slowly up as she looked at me. We both knew I was a one night stand but I didn't want to say it out loud.

"Nice to meet you, Isla. I'm Jade, Todd's cleaner," she replied, a lot calmer about this situation than I was.

"Cleaner?" I said, my eyes flicking back down to those amazing boobs.

"Topless cleaner," she specified.

"Okay, cool." Relief flooded through me. I wasn't about to be attacked by an enraged girlfriend. But I did feel slightly outraged towards Todd for being the type of guy who'd hire a topless cleaner. Maybe it would have made sense to get to know him slightly better before leaping into bed with him.

There was an awkward pause. Jade was older than me and looked to be in her thirties, with long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her lower half was in black leggings and trainers, and the dust clinging to the material suggested that she had actually been doing some cleaning. That and the basket of cleaning supplies dangling from one hand.

"He's gone out to get some food," Jade said, answering my next question before I could ask it. "He said he'd be about an hour."

"Oh."

"I opened his fridge this morning and immediately threw away half of the contents."

"Right."

"I'm going to assume he forgot to tell you I was coming."

Strangely enough, none of our brief conversations the previous evening had included 'by the way, my flat is getting cleaned in the morning by a busty woman with no top on'.

"Um-"

Jade laughed gently. "Forget that. I'm actually going to assume he didn't remember I was coming at all."

I nodded in agreement and then looked at her tits again. It was hard not to: Jade didn't seem the least bit self-conscious and they were right there in front of me. Plus, did I mention that they were huge? I lifted the blanket a little higher up my neck. My boobs technically existed, as smallish protrusions on my chest with nipples attached, but the truth was that most of the time I could get away without even wearing a bra. Nobody ever noticed my boobs. Whereas Jade... hers were the kind that caught the eye of every straight man present. I envied them. It seemed almost cruel, in a way, that our breasts could have been created so utterly differently. There was absolutely no comparison between me and her.

"Eyes are up here," Jade said dryly.

I blushed, but she smiled to show she wasn't serious.

"Your tits look amazing," I gushed to cover my embarrassment. "I can see why..."

I tailed off, and Jade's raised eyebrow returned.

"Why I make a good topless cleaner?"

I laughed nervously. "I guess."

Jade glanced down at her chest and rubbed the bottom of one of them with the back of her free hand. "In some ways, cleaning like this is better. I don't get as sweaty." To demonstrate, she lifted her breast up and rubbed the area underneath. "I get the worst boob sweat. It's like a swamp."

We both laughed this time, and as the awkward atmosphere dissipated, Jade moved across the room towards the window. "How's your head?"

I grimaced, and she grinned and closed the blinds, dulling the room and bringing me some small relief. "Do you want any painkillers?"

"Do you have any?" I asked hopefully.

"Todd does, in the bathroom. I'll get you some."

She deposited her basket on the floor by the wardrobe and departed. I took the opportunity of her being out of the room to check the situation under the blanket. Todd's cum had dried on my thighs and there was a sharp smell of post-alcohol-and-sex. After swivelling my dress around a bit, I managed to pull it up over my tits again so I was at least partly covered.

"Here's some water, too," Jade said when she came back, passing me an unopened bottle of mineral water along with the painkillers. "One of the few things in the fridge that's not too disgusting to touch."

The cold water was exactly what I needed and after drinking half, I pressed the bottle to my forehead and hunched forward, waiting for the thudding to subside. In the meantime, Jade got on with some cleaning, spraying Todd's floor-length mirror and wiping it down before moving on to some dusting. She was quick and methodical and, I noticed, didn't miss any spots. The style of someone with experience.

It felt too awkward to just sit in silence while she got on. "So, um, have you been doing this long?" I asked, the small talk painfully banal when I could quite literally see this woman's nipples.

"Cleaning for Todd? I think it must be almost a year now."

"I meant cleaning... without covering up."

Jade laughed but didn't look round at me. "Oh, I think it's five years now since I set up the business."

"It's your business?"

"Yes: I don't use an agency or anything. It's just me. Jade's Special Cleaning Services. Do you want a business card?"

I smiled. "I'm okay, thanks."

"You'd be surprised how many inquiries I get. Mainly guys like Todd: at uni or just graduated, live on their own, can't be bothered to clean and like the idea of seeing tits. It's five times as expensive as a regular cleaning service but they don't care about the money."

Aha. I knew Todd was rich.

"And for me, it pays all my bills, my mortgage, and it's a lot better than the minimum wage I was getting before."

"You don't have to, you know, dance around for them or anything, do you?"

Jade laughed again. Her laugh was short and sharp and filled the room instantly, which made me feel more at ease with her. "I'll do whatever they're willing to pay for. So long as there's no touching, I'll consider it."

"Do you get naked?" I asked, my curiosity growing.

"I do. Although I prefer just being topless. The problem with cleaning naked is that I get cold after a while."

The cool water against my head and the painkillers slowly kicking in were making me feel better, and Jade seemed to pick up on this.

"Do you want tea? Coffee?"

"Coffee would be amazing," I said, unable to stop myself.

"There's no milk, though."

"Black is fine. But let me make it, I-"

Jade interrupted. "Don't worry about that. You stay in bed and recover. I'm not in a rush."

"No, really, you've got things to get on with."

"They can wait. I would offer you something to eat but, like I said, there's hardly anything edible left."

She went out again and I stayed put, thinking healthy thoughts as I heard the sound of the kettle boiling and Jade moving things around in the kitchen. I wasn't sure my stomach could handle anything to eat at the moment anyway. I finished the rest of the water, arranging the pillows behind my back so I could sit up properly.

"Here," Jade said, handing me a mug and taking the empty plastic bottle. The mug was completely plain and jet black, and the black coffee inside was surprisingly difficult to distinguish.

"Todd clearly subscribes to the everything-looks-good-in-black school of interior design," Jade commented, picking up a black towel from the floor as she passed it. I smiled, inhaling the steam as Jade continued picking up Todd's dirty washing and piled it in a corner.

"How was the sex?" she suddenly asked, midway through sorting it into lights and darks.

"Huh? Oh, last night, you mean?" I replied, caught off-guard.

"Yeah. Do you think it's love?"

She was smiling and I laughed. "I don't think so. In fact, I'm not sure he remembers my name."

"That does sound like him," Jade said. "I don't mean to shatter your view of him, but I've stain-treated quite a few of his bedsheets."

I took a deep breath, just the smell of the coffee helping to revive me. "It was drunk and meaningless. I'm not sure I'll see him again after today."

"That good? Wow."

We both giggled.

"I'm just going to vacuum in here. Hopefully the noise won't be too much," Jade informed me. While she did that, hefting Todd's washing out of the room as she did, I focused on the coffee. Rarely had a cup tasted so good, which had everything to do with the hangover and nothing to do with the quality of the coffee itself. I blew on it, savouring each red-hot mouthful. Maybe I should hire someone to bring me coffee after I'd been out drinking. It wasn't the worst idea. And, as I idly watched Jade working, a nice pair of tits to look at was no bad thing. I was straight, of course. I mean, I'd snogged the odd one of my girlfriends when we were drunk, but that was nothing out of the ordinary. I was just appreciating Jade, woman to woman. And anyone with a pulse would be watching her tits.

Jade switched off the vacuum cleaner and the noise died away.

"Did you cum?" she asked, and I stared at her. "Last night. With Todd."

I'd understood; I was just surprised to be asked. But maybe a woman with no shirt on has a right to be more forward than usual. "Um, no, I didn't."

"But he did?"

"Oh yes. And I'm still covered in the consequences."

This made her laugh properly, pausing what she was doing to throw her head back and laugh. I giggled too, pleased she'd enjoyed the joke.

"You didn't shower?"

I shook my head. "I fell asleep before I could make myself get up."

Jade shrugged. "That's what the booze does to you."

The last few mouthfuls of coffee disappeared quickly, filling me with warmth, and Jade reached over to take the mug. As she did she leant forwards and I looked down at her boobs again, watching them hanging beneath her, and when I looked back at her face I realised she was watching me. I blushed again and smiled.

"Sorry. They're just so... wow." I made a hand gesture that did nothing to explain what I was trying to say.

Jade paused, standing by the foot of the bed with the mug in one hand, the other on her hip, looking right at me. "Do you want to cum this morning?" she asked plainly.

Now I could definitely feel my face getting warm. "Um, I don't think I'm really up for round two with Todd."

"No, I mean, do you want to touch yourself?"

"What?"

"Masturbate."

"No, I mean, are you talking about right now?"

"Well, yeah. You've been looking at my tits all morning; if you want to touch yourself, just let me know."

I was mortified. Firstly, because I was having a conversation with a woman I just met about masturbation. But, secondly and more importantly, because as I felt the hangover subsiding my body was beginning to betray me. Truth was, I kind of did want to make myself cum.

But it was because of the sex the night before. Todd had got me worked up and then I hadn't been able to cum. That's all. Of course I'd still have some residual arousal to work off. That was all. It definitely wasn't about Jade's breasts.

"I don't think I have been looking at them all morning-"

Jade rolled her eyes. "I don't mind, Isla. That's what I'm being paid for, after all."

"No, that's not what I mean. It's just, it's not like I see another woman's breasts all the time. Of course I would be... I don't know; a bit curious?"

"It's okay to be curious. It's also okay to touch yourself. I'm not judging you."

She wasn't understanding me. "It's not about being judged, I mean, what I'm saying is, I'm straight. I like guys. Seeing boobs for me is like, okay, great, everyone likes boobs. And you have really nice boobs. So it makes sense that if I can see your really nice boobs that it would just turn me on a bit, right? It's not that unusual." I was rambling and I felt my cheeks burning more as Jade saw straight through me.

"Isla, I'm going to burst your bubble here. Seeing boobs and being turned on is definitely not straight-girl behaviour."

I shook my head. "You don't understand. Like, for example, I don't want to kiss you or anything."

Except I sorta did. She was pretty, and I'd kissed other girls before.

"Or, you know, I'm not thinking, wow, I really want to have sex with you, right?"

Except I sorta was. But just in an abstract way, like I thought it would be fun but I wouldn't actually go through with it. Probably wouldn't.

Jade shrugged. "Look, you're welcome to have your gay panic. All I'm saying is, if you want to touch yourself, let me know. I usually charge guys forty for that, but since you're nice, we can call it twenty."

She went out with the mug and left me very, very confused. She'd called me nice. Did that mean she liked me? But she didn't understand what I was saying about the boobs thing. My explanations were all wrong, and it wasn't a 'gay panic', and-

I leant back and rested my head on the wall behind me. Oh fuck. I actually wanted to do it. And when was I going to get another chance like this? Did paying for it make me incredibly sleazy? Jade didn't seem to mind at all and said she liked this kind of work. Was it so bad of me to do it?

Jade returned with a bag full of Todd's clean clothes, flashed me a quick smile and then went over to the wardrobe to begin putting them away.

"Can I...?" I asked, trying to take the initiative, but the words got stuck in my throat.

"Hmm?" Jade asked, still working.

Fuck. "There's money in my handbag," I said, the words running together, my heart pounding.

Whatever Jade felt about it, nothing registered on her face except a big smile. She found my bag on the floor next to my shoes and extracted the money in exactly the same way as she had been cleaning Todd's flat. The notes went into her waistband.

She went back to putting clothes away. I stared for a minute, unsure how to proceed. Did I just... go for it? Was there a signal? I felt too embarrassed to do anything until she'd finished with the clothes. Then she turned to face me.

"Do you need me to talk dirty?"

Her voice had a flirty tone that hadn't been there before, and she was still smiling. And there were her tits. She noticed me noticing and brought her elbows together, pushing them upwards.

"Um..." I said, hesitating.

"Because I really want to see you touching your pussy right now."

In an instant, my body was flooded with arousal. Before I could do anything else, I felt a soft noise escape from my lips, and my nipples were pushing into the fabric of my dress. Almost without realising, my hand slipped between my thighs and found my pussy, which was definitely wet. The movement of my hand translated through the blanket and Jade noticed, smiling with satisfaction.

"Do you like my tits?" she asked, her voice lower and sexier. She reached for her nipples, squeezing them once between her fingers, then held her tits in her hands, pressing them together, showing them to me.

"Yes," I said in a whisper, the admission sending another wave of arousal through me. I rubbed my clit firmly, sensations rising the more I did, enjoying the familiarity of masturbating while the whole situation felt so new.

"Do you want to... touch them?" She squeezed them firmly. "And... kiss them?" She pulled at her nipples again.

"Fuck... yes," I said, getting more breathless and spreading my thighs, so much wetter now than I'd been all last night.

Jade smiled in a sympathetic way. "Then, Isla, I think you might just be a little bit lesbian."

"Oh, fuck," I moaned, shoving the blanket aside so I could touch myself more. My pussy was flooding now.

Keeping her eyes on me and still playing with her breasts, Jade took a step closer. "Do you want to see my knickers?"

I nodded desperately.

"Do you want to see my arse?" Each word she said was measured and slow, falling from her lips and turning me on even more than I thought possible.

"Yes..."

"Do you..." she began, giggling slightly, her eyes looking into mine. She waited for me to look at her tits again, my body shaking as I rubbed my clit over and over. Then she took her hand, flattened it, and pushed it down over her stomach and between her thighs. "... want to see my pussy?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Well, you can't," she said quickly, taking her hand away. "I'm totally off-limits."

"Fuck..." Leaving me frustrated like that was exquisite pain and pleasure.

"I bet you want me to climb onto this bed right now," she said, still slowly getting closer to me, "Crawl right up to you, kiss you gently, then lie down and use my tongue to give your clit a nice long lick."

"Fuck yes," I nodded quickly, my gaze on her tongue as she extended it just enough to tease me.

"But of course, I won't do that either," she said smoothly, laughing again, making me want her more than I'd ever wanted anyone. "But, maybe, since you've been such a good girl..."

Against all reason in my head, I could tell I was quickly getting close to orgasm. I kept rubbing fast, unable to look away from her as she approached, almost close enough to touch now.

"... such a good little lesbian..."

My thighs went rigid and I moaned loud, our eyes meeting again.

"... it would be okay if you..."

Carefully she leant over me, taking her tits in her hands, bringing them up to my face. They looked the best they had all morning this close and I ached for her.

"... sucked my tits."

She pressed her hard nipple against my lips and I kissed it, open-mouthed, licking it with my tongue as I orgasmed. She stayed there as the intense wave hit me, even though I could barely think, let alone suck or kiss her. When I came down with a sustained moan of pleasure, she straightened up, taking her tits away with a satisfied smile.

"You're welcome," she giggled, using her thumb to rub the dampness from my mouth into her nipple. Then she turned and left the room in a few long strides, pausing only to collect her basket of cleaning things. She left me panting and shaking on the bed.

I really needed to shower now, and after a few minutes I made myself clear my head enough to sit up and venture out of the bedroom, my dress pulled down to cover all of me. When I reached the kitchen, Jade was fully dressed, wearing a black t-shirt that had 'Jade's Cleaning' embroidered on it and what looked like a bra underneath.

"I'm all finished for today," she told me, putting assorted cloths and spray bottles away in a big plastic crate for ease of transport. "The shower's all yours."

I had no idea what to say to her, and she clearly knew that. She said nothing, though, just walked off towards the door. Then she finally paused and turned and looked at me.

"You know Arrowsmith Street?"

This was a bizarre question to be asked and I had to change mental gears before I could answer. "The one at the bottom of the High Street with the pub on the corner?"

"That's it. About halfway down there's a bar called 'The Flamingo'. It's a gay bar. I really think you should go sometime."

I nodded. I'd barely processed any of this. "Okay."

Jade opened the door and half stepped through it before propping it open with her foot. She gave me one final look.

"Maybe I'll see you there."

THE END