I soaped up a couple of loofas, handed one to Mary Beth, and we started scrubbing her mother from head to toe. I was tasked with Cara’s back and I did a damned fine job of it. When I got to her ass I scrubbed her cheeks with the loofa and then went down the back of both legs. Then I got a little greedy. I dumped the loofa and put some body wash on my hand and slipped it into Cara’s ass crack and started rubbing my middle finger across her little hole.
“Unnnh… What are you doing, Johnny?” Cara said.
“Just washing you my lady,” I said, and slid my middle finger deep into her ass.
“Oh, fuck,” Cara sighed.
“What ARE you doing, Johnny?” Mary Beth said from the other side of Cara.
“Finger in ass,” I said.
“Ah. Okay, tongue on clit,” she said, and started in on her mom. It took maybe a whole thirty seconds before the Cara fireworks went off. She cried out and turned towards the wall and slapped both hands onto it and rode out the storm. Perfect position. I pulled my finger out of her ass lined up behind her and pushed myself fully into her pussy just as she was coming down from her high. Cara cried out as I grabbed her tits and slammed into her as fast and as hard as I could.
“I’m going to cum,” I said, and Cara moaned.
“I can still get pregnant,” she said. Which meant that I couldn’t cum in her. It was hard to do because she felt so good but I managed to pull out in time, only to have Mary Beth’s talented mouth surround me and apply suction and motion as Cara watched. It only took about ten seconds until I was yelling out my orgasm as Mary Beth sucked it all down.
“That was fun to watch, but I’m not going to get grandchildren that way,” Cara said, giving Mary Beth a case of the giggles and turning her usually sensitive post-orgasm mouth denouement into a full-on cock assault. I pulled my now hyper-sensitive erection away from her and slumped to the shower floor to recover.
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Later, the five of us were dressed and in the kitchen working on lunch. Well, I was working on lunch. Dawn, Mary Beth, Jay, and Cara were sitting at the booth watching as I seared Chilean sea bass in multiple pans. The porcini risotto was already done and sitting on the stove on ‘low’. I pulled the arugula salad out of the fridge and tossed it with olive oil and aged balsamic. Dawn pulled out plates and set the table as Jay called the maids to lunch. The sea bass hit the table just as Jay, Melanie, and Christine came in. I went back for the risotto and salad, placed it on the table, and they all sat down. I walked around the table pouring a nice Petite Syrah.
“We’re all red wine drinkers here and we aren’t slaves to the ‘white wine with fish’ thing,” I said. “If you guys can’t stand the combination, I can probably dig up a Riesling…”
Melanie and Cara sipped the wine and nodded their approval. Christine was just staring at the food.
“We could smell it cooking,” she said. “It was driving me crazy. I had no idea we’d get to eat it.” She looked at me. “You made this?”
“It was fascinating to watch,” Cara said. “I’ve never been around a man who could cook. He didn’t use recipes. He just cooked, starting with fileting the fish.”
“Johnny does most of the cooking around here,” Dawn said. “He likes to cook. And we like to eat what he cooks. We wash the dishes. It’s a good arrangement.”
I held up my glass. “To new friends,” I said. We all clinked glasses. Then we tucked into the lunch.
“Oh my God,” Melanie said. “This is fucking awesome!”
“Language,” Christine said.
“Sorry, Mom.”
Christine took a bite of the sea bass and looked at me. “But she’s right. It fucking is.”
“Thanks,” I said. It was pretty good. I’m a steak and potatoes guy at heart, but I was surrounded by ladies who loved fish and we had a Malibu connection that could deliver it fresh on demand. The sea bass was pretty good. And I had turned into a sucker for any kind of risotto. All in all it was a good compromise.
“Thank you for inviting us to eat with you,” Christine said.
“Everyone has to eat,” I said.
“Yeah,” she said. “But usually not with ‘the help’.”
I reached across the table and took her hand. She stared at me.
“You’re not ‘the help’,” I said. “You’re people. And now you’re our friends. You’re maids because that’s what you were doing when I met you. If you don’t want to be doing that, we can talk about what you do want to be doing.”
Christine looked down at the table. Still holding my hand.
“I’m 40,” she said. “And my degree is in criminology. Fat lot of good it’s going to do me now.”
Dawn spit out her wine. Mary Beth and Jay started laughing. Christine looked as if she were ready to jump over the table to choke them.
“What?” she said.
Dawn recovered first. “Johnny is a cop,” she said.
“Was a cop,” I said.
“Oh, yeah,” Dawn said. “Johnny is a rich fucker who now only reports to the chief of the LAPD.”
“Language,” Melanie said.
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When Christine and Melanie finished cleaning the house we sat down and went over the contract that Thomas Barker’s lawyer had quickly drawn up. It was short and straightforward: Christine would be working for me and in that capacity would also clean house for Thomas and for Richard and Cyndi Morrison, and would clean the offices of Rand and Associates at a location to be specified at a future time with a square footage not to exceed blah, blah, blah. In return she and her daughter would be paid $75, 000 per year plus medical coverage and other benefits. The contract was year-to-year but was easy for either party to pull out of.
When we were done Christine picked up a pen and then put it back down again.
“Not enough money?” I said.
She shook her head. “It’s not that. This is too good to be true. I’m trying to understand it all. Just this morning we were looking at a stranger’s cock and wondering whether to call the police.”
Melanie snickered.
“Now the stranger is offering us a ticket out of our shitty job. Doesn’t seem real.”
I pulled the year-in-advance check out of my shirt pocket and handed it to her. She stared at it for a moment, then looked back up at me.
“It’s real,” I said. “First year in advance so that you’ll feel comfortable leaving your current job. But if you run off with it I’m coming over to your place to pee in your pool.”
Christine smiled. “That would be fun to watch,” she said. “Since we live in an apartment complex.”
She put the check down and picked up the pen, then put it back down again. Melanie nudged her.
“Sign it, Mom!” she whispered. “Before it goes away.”
“It’s not going away,” I said. “What’s up, Christine?”
She didn’t make eye contact as she said, “Will we have to… Are you going to want us to…”
Ah. “Clean house in the nude? Have wild sex with me? Swing from the trees?”
She nodded.
“No. You’ll just have to let me feel you both up every other week. Over the bottoms but under the shirts.”
They both gaped at me. I stared right back at them. Melanie caught on first.
“Very funny,” she said. “It’d totally be worth it, though.”