Waylaid maid

CHAPTER ONE

"B-but I'm sorry, I can't pay you." Claudia Makie sat and sobbed helplessly in front of Tom Grainer. He'd been so nice to her when she came to buy the car. He'd taken her around and shown her all the models. That was probably why she'd taken one that was a bit more than she could afford. But that wasn't the real problem.

Tom sat behind his desk. His strong handsome face with its cropped beard was suddenly flushed with anger. "This is the third fucking payment you've missed!"

"I-I know, I'm sorry."

Claudia wept. She saw him get up and stared out over his shop floor. Tom was no ordinary car salesman. He owned the biggest and most successful dealership in the city. He was on the Chamber of Commerce and big things were rumored far his future.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he snapped, his back to her. "You're a fucking teacher, you make good money!"

"I-I don't know," she sniveled, "the money just seems to go, you know." But she did know exactly where the money had gone and that was part of her shame.

It was those big louts of boys who laughed and talked behind her back in class. She had only just started teaching and it was misery already. Day after day, facing those knowing looks, those sniggers about her breasts, she knew what they were saying. To escape her hatred and despair, she had bought the car and spent two insane months chasing around the singles bars of town, looking to get laid.

And get laid she had, Claudia was a stunning beauty, that was part of her problem. Wide-set brown eyes, straight nose, high cheekbones and a pair of luscious red lips that were always open just enough to show the hint of her white front teeth. And her face was framed by silky shoulder-length brunette hair that seemed to fall exactly the right way whatever she did.

So Claudia had picked up a man within a half-hour of walking into any of the bars. She had laid nearly fifty men in those two months and her indifference to sex had grown with each encounter. After a while that had turned to disgust and hatred of herself for doing anything so cheap. But still she went back, hoping that it might be all right. It wasn't. It never was. Claudia didn't know why she found sex so appalling, but the last Friday night she had really freaked out and thrown some poor man out of her apartment, only just allowing him time to collect his clothes. He had had to put them on in the hall to her apartment.

So she was here; broke, and horrified at her entire life.

"Well," Tom said, turning from the window, "what are we going to do about it?"

He flicked a handle and the venetian blind dropped down, cutting them off from the men on the shop floor.

Claudia knew what he was hinting. She had even dressed for that, in a short skirt and a blouse cut almost to the tops of her tits. She looked up at the powerful man standing over her arid shuddered. Suddenly she couldn't do it. All she had to do was fuck him. That would pay for this month's installment on the car. Why not? She had fucked enough in the last month.

"I-I must keep that car," she sobbed, "I need it for work."

"You're a beautiful enough girl," said Tom slowly, "you can think of something."

His hand strayed out and he ran his finger inside the top of her blouse, drawing it slightly away from her tits. Claudia shuddered. She was sure he could see the top of her tiny uplift bra. "What do you think you're worth to me?"

"I-I don't know," Claudia sobbed, burying her face in her hands again.

"Now come on," he said and there was a steel note in his voice. "That's what you came prepared to offer, so why fuck around now?"

His finger moved back across the top of her blouse, teasing her.

Claudia shuddered, but he was right. That was what she had come prepared to offer. She might as well, it was only a fuck.

"W-whatever you say," she said, "but I must keep that car, I really must."

"Well, come on then," he said and his presence rippled over Claudia until she was weak at the knees. "We'll do it once and I'll decide what you're worth. Then you can pay off the whole car or just some installments."

"All right," Claudia said grudgingly. She got up and reached for the zipper to her skin. She slid it down and got ready to drop it to the floor. "Christ," he said and his voice mocked her.

"You're as sexy as a wet mound of jello. Come here and put that back on." He leaned against his desk. "No time for that anyway," he said, as Claudia pulled her dress back up. "Come here!"

In a horrible dream Claudia walked up to him. He towered over her, both in stature and in the calm self-confidence he exuded.

"Kneel!" he ordered.

Oh God, Claudia thought. Suddenly she knew what he wanted. She knelt, her face inches from his crotch.

"Now open my pants and suck me off," he commanded.

That did it. Claudia had refused to do that with any of the men who fucked her. She would never take a man's cock in her mouth, never, it was disgusting. She leapt back to her feet.

"No, no!" she screamed. "I won't, I won't!" She stood trembling.

"I see," he said, and there was a nasty note in his voice. "Sit down!" He walked back around his desk. "We have a problem." He leaned back in his chair, lighting a long thin cigar. "You want the car, but you can't pay for it."

"I-I don't know," Claudia muttered.

"There may be a solution," Tom said. He let that sink in until the sobbing woman had quieted and sat looking at him. "I have weekend parties. Small groups, business entertaining, that sort of thing. I need help for them, serving, dishes and other things. We might cut a deal on that. If you're interested."

Claudia thought about it. Serving people, doing dishes, what a horrible way to pass a weekend. But it was better than losing the car. A taxi to school every day would cost far more. If only she could get out of teaching, everything would be all right.

"Well," she said timidly. "W-when would this be?"

"This weekend. Friday night to Sunday night. You stay the whole time." He tapped ash into the ashtray.

Claudia wanted to burst into more tears. "All right then."

"Please, don't sound so enthusiastic." He looked at her closely for a while. "I think it will work out. Here's the address. Be there by six o'clock Friday."

Claudia was in a turmoil the rest of the week. It was ghastly enough that she had to put up with the wretched boys in her English class, but she would also be working the whole weekend. That depressed her enough, but she couldn't go back to the bars, that was even worse. Every time she looked at it, life got more unbearable.

She was at the depths of her depression as she got into the car Friday night and drove to the big house on the outskirts of town. The house was in its own grounds and she realized just how wealthy Tom must be. She parked around the back of the house where there were two other cars. As she went up the steps, she noticed that both of the other cars were from Tom's garage.

A slim blonde woman came to the door. "Hi, you Claudia?"

"Yes." Claudia wished she were dead.

"I'm Heidi, Tom's wife," said the woman. Heidi was beautiful with her blonde hair, wide mouth and hard, pale fawn eyes, but made of steel, Claudia thought. She was dressed in a tight black leather skirt with high black boots that went under the hem of the skirt and had to stop somewhere on her thighs. Above that, she wore a tight black blouse that was open to show the link in her bra between high-thrusting tits, and a black leather jacket. The whole outfit disturbed Claudia a lot.

She led Claudia to a small room off the kitchen. There were two other girls in there.

"They've got a costume for you in there," said Heidi. "Get dressed fast, we start in a half an hour."

She swept out and Claudia was left facing the two girls. They both looked very tasty to Claudia. One of them was a sexy little dyed blonde with a mouth that pouted shamelessly. Claudia had a feeling she'd seen her in one of the bars once. The other one, by contrast, was dark. In fact her hair was jet-black like her eyes and eyebrows. The contrast with the creamy white of her flesh was almost violent. She, like the blonde, was pretty and sensual in a sluttish sort of way. Claudia's heart dropped, knowing that she would be working with the two of them all weekend.

But that wasn't the worst of it. If Claudia had to wear the costumes they were wearing, she would die of shame. They were sort of French maid's uniforms, but the stockings were tight mesh. The hems of the black dresses were only just below the tops of the stockings. The necklines were so low they nearly showed the girls' nipples and the little white caps on their heads made them look even sexier. The little white aprons were also too small to serve any purpose but to tease. But the six-inch spike heels were the final blow to Claudia. They would be difficult enough to walk in, and they stretched the girls' calves and thighs to show their legs to the best advantage.

"Hi," said the blonde, "so you're the one who won't…"

The dark one dug her in the ribs and they giggled.

"Never mind," said the blonde, "we have all weekend. I'm Trixie and this is Mona."

"Hi," said Claudia. There were tears in her eyes.

"You done this before?" Mona asked.

Claudia could only shake her head.

"Couldn't pay for the car?" Trixie teased. Claudia nodded and tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Never mind," said Mona, "it's great when you get used to it. We paid off our cars ages ago."

They both giggled and dug each other in the ribs again.

"Hey," said Trixie, "we gotta get you dressed. Come here."

They took Claudia through into another room and Claudia realized that she really would have to wear the same disgusting uniform Trixie and Mona had on. But there was nothing for it. She had come too far to turn back. And anyway, one more weekend in her apartment with nothing to do and she would kill herself.

Claudia put her overnight bag on the floor in the corner. It was a dark room, with lots of clothes racks. Her uniform was over the table in the center of the room, she could see that. She waited for the girls to leave, but they didn't.

"You a teacher?" Trixie asked.

"Yes," said Claudia. "Er… do I change in there?" She pointed through to a bathroom on the far side of the dressing room.

"What's up, fucking prude?" Mona giggled. "All girls together." She winked at Trixie.

Somehow Claudia didn't care any more. She slid her dress off and put it on a hanger. It shook her a bit when she had to take her own bra off to put on the quarter-cup bra of the uniform. She was sure the two girls were eyeing her tits, but that was stupid. The tiny black slip covered her ass and at least enabled her to take her panties off without showing them anything more. She had trouble with the stockings and suspender belt. She'd never worn anything like them before. Finally came the spike heels.

She stood, wobbling a bit, in front of the mirror. She hated herself. She looked disgusting. Like some whore. For a second or so she wondered if it were worth just taking it off and walking out, but she had committed herself and there was nothing else for her to do…

"Better practice in those heels a bit," Trixie said.

Then next door a bell rang.

"Oh, fuck," Trixie said. She got up and tossed a piece of gum into the ashtray. "Time. Just do as we do. It's easy till after dinner."

Claudia had no idea what that meant. She followed the two girls down a corridor and into a dimly lit room. There was a large table in the middle and several doors that led out into other room Claudia could only just see. She was taken into a smaller room to find the dinner sitting on hot plates in a mobile catering platform.

There was the sound of voices, and Claudia peeped out to see six people sitting down at the table. There was Tom, Heidi at the other end, and the other four were men.

"Let's go," Trixie said. She gave Claudia a tray of appetizers and Claudia followed her.

There didn't seem anything surprising about the dinner. The group chatted about business. One of them greeted Trixie who smiled at him as she slipped one of his plates onto the table.

The only strange incident left Claudia wondering exactly what was going on. As Trixie took the cream far dessert to the man who had greeted her, she appeared to slip, and a drop of cream splashed onto the front of the man's pants.

"Ooooh, I'm sorry, Luther," she crooned. "Look, how careless of me."

Then, to Claudia's utter amazement, she deliberately tilted the cream, and more of it dribbled down the front of his pants. Luther looked up at her without moving.

"Ooooh, what a bad girl I am," Trixie cooed, her blonde hair tossing as she stared at him.

"I'll have to make that all better after dinner."

She played with the hem of her uniform, and it slid up, revealing the white flesh of her thighs for an instant.

"Indeed," he said. "My wife's getting very upset about all these stains on my pants."

"Yes, Luther," said Trixie and walked back to the kitchen.

Claudia couldn't believe what she had seen. The sexuality was blatant. Perhaps that's how the girls kept the jobs – they fucked the guests at night. Well, that might be fine for them, but not for Claudia. She hadn't been hired for that, and the thought of any more cocks in her soft pussy made her sick.

After dinner, as the guests were finishing the coffee, the three girls were called back in. Claudia stood in the middle of them, feeling desperately humiliated.

"Trixie," Tom said reprovingly. "That was very bad, spilling the cream like that, whatever we do, you go on doing it, don't you?"

"Yes, Tom," Trixie said. She was breathing heavily, her tits thrusting up at the front of her uniform. Her hands ware on the fronts of her legs and they moved restlessly, drawing the hem of her dress up and down over her thighs.

"But Luther has said that the usual punishment will be sufficient for now," Tom said.

"Ohhh, yes, Luther, thank you, Luther," Trixie gasped. She breathed even harder, and her hands dug into her dress, twisting her stockings as they dragged over her thighs.

Claudia felt her head swimming. Whatever was going on?

With a grin, Heidi got up and walked over to a closet in the wall. She opened it and took out a thin cane. It was about four feet long and so thin it trembled in her hand as she brought it back to the table. Trixie gasped as she saw it, and Claudia saw her lick her tongue over her lips as she stared at the thin line of wood.

Claudia risked a glance around the room. The men were all tense, waiting. One of them actually trembled with excitement. The atmosphere in the room got hotter and rank with sexuality.

Heidi went to the wall and dimmed the lights, except for one that shone on Luther in his chair. He sat there, a wide grin on his face.

"Get Luther ready," said Heidi. She stood several feet from the chair, tapping the cane in the palm of her left hand. She too was breathing heavily and her eyes were fixed on Trixie as the blonde went to the chair.

Trixie worked a handle in the side of the chair and it reclined, leaning Luther back.

Suddenly Claudia saw the massive bulge in the front of his pants. There was, no more doubt about it. This was a sex session. She reeled with horror.

Very slowly Trixie slid her hands over the front of her uniform and undid the top button. "More, Luther?"

"Yes," he whispered, and the bulge in his pants rose.

Trixie spread her legs as she worked her fingers over the next button of her uniform. It came open, and the clasp of Trixie's bra was revealed, just showing over her tiny black slip. "More?"

Luther nodded.

"Oooooh, you beast," Trixie moaned, but her legs shook with excitement as she undipped the next button and the next until her uniform was open to the waist. "I suppose I have to take it off."

"You bet," said Luther, and his voice was husky with lust.

Slowly Trixie peeled the sides of her uniform down and slid it down her arms until it dropped to the floor.

"I suppose you have to see my tits," she whispered.

Luther nodded, and his chest heaved with lust.

Trixie unclipped her bra, sliding the cups open until her tits were showing. Then, making sure that all the men around the table could see what she was doing, she slipped the slip strap down her arms, but held the slip close to her body, teasing them all. Then she peeled the straps of the bra off. She tossed the bra to the floor and slid the straps of the slip back up her arms.

She stood in front of him in just the slip, stockings and her heels. Her tits were hardly even disguised by the slip. The top of it was nothing but lace that caressed her luscious flesh, revealing the tight buds of her nipples. She cooed at Luther and her tits thrust up, half out of the top of the slip. Her hands worked the hem of the slip up over her thighs as she spread her legs, showing all the men her tight black panties. "That's enough, slut!" Heidi snapped. "Now get on with it!"

"Oh yessss!" Trixie gasped.

Claudia's eyes widened in utter horror. She saw Trixie take a step forward. Then Trixie spread her legs, standing on either side of Luther's legs. She crooned with lust as she spread her thighs farther and bent at the waist, her tight ass cheeks sticking up in the air. Finally, her hands went to the zipper of Luther's pants and she pulled it down. Her fingers damp with the cream still soaking the front of his pants, she reached inside.

Claudia almost passed out. With a murmur of joy, Trixie pulled Luther's cock out. It was a big, thick hard cock, jumping in her hands. With one hand she reached back and slid the hem of her slipup, over the top of her asscheeks and up to her waist. Her tiny black panties outlined the curves of her flesh, and the man who had been trembling before gave out a gasp of lust.

"Is that right for you, Luther?" Trixie whispered, her voice carrying perfectly in the electric silence of the room.

Slowly Heidi took the cane and laid it across Trixie's ass. Trixie jumped a little and trembled, her lips open and gasping, her hands around Luther's cock.

"Now remember, you don't do anything to that cock before the sixth stroke," Heidi said, a hard note in her voice.

"Yes, Heidi," Trixie said, her voice rasping with lust. She took her hands off Luther's hard cock and put them on the sides of the chair.

The cane went up in the air and held there. It was too much for Claudia. With a scream of terror, she ran for the door.