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This whole “topless maid” gig was much more simple than Harley had anticipated. She figured there had to be some kind of catch–there was no way rich men were paying so much just for her to walk around in skimpy clothes and tidy their home, were they?
As it turned out, that was exactly the case. She’d show up, strip down to nothing but a frilly waist apron and lacy panties, and do simple household chores. Her company screened the clients, never once had she been uncomfortably proposed to or made to do anything more than she was paid to do, and she usually walked out with an extra wad of cash shoved in her apron pockets as “appreciation” for her services. Just that easy. She didn’t know why she hadn’t signed up for it sooner. Even beyond the money, there was something rather enjoyable about having these men watch her shamelessly as she worked, leaning on walls or counters and just admiring her form without ever overstepping their bounds. To her surprise, it took her 4 months to even get her first special request.
“A gag?” she said in disbelief, holding it in her hands. It was rather elegant, a silicone ball gag with a dark red rose designed to protrude from the mouth, still brand-new in the bag.
“If that’s something you’re bursa escort okay with.” This was one of her company’s younger clients, a famous musician with a smaller, more modern home. He was a sweetheart the first time she’d cleaned for him, watching from a respectful distance and leaving her with a huge tip on the way out, and so Harley found herself immediately wanting to appease him. Besides, it wasn’t as though a gag was necessarily against the company’s rules of what they were and weren’t allowed to do.
“Absolutely I am,” she answered, handing him the gag. He took it back with a grin.
“Awesome. Turn around.” She obliged, parting her lips so he could guide the silicone into her mouth. The gentle motions of his fingers, pressing the gag deeper past her lips, fixing the leather straps behind her head, felt as though they were teetering on the edge of breaking the “no touching” rule she had to follow, but just like that it was done and he took a step back.
“Perfect,” he hummed, admiring her face. She did her best to smile, look presentable as she always should, and he smiled back. “You’re so pretty. Even better when you can’t speak.”
She could feel her cheeks heat up, but he continued bursa eskort as if he hadn’t said anything. “I left a list of things to do on the fridge. Any questions, well…”
“Mmm,” she replied. His smile grew larger, maybe even a touch smug.
“Exactly, you get the idea.”
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Her client was notably more invested in her services than the last time she’d worked for him. Her routine was the usual: She did his dishes, washed and folded his laundry, tidied off the cluttered surfaces. Only difference was how he was never too far behind, watching her with intrigue. She made an effort to pay no mind to him, focusing on her work and trying to ignore how nice it felt to be so thoroughly admired, and ignore how drool constantly threatened to leak from around the gag.
She was halfway through cleaning the counters before she was finally unable to stop it, a leaking trail of spit cresting her bottom lip and falling on her bare chest. Cheeks turning red in shame, she took the towel she was using to clean the counters and moved to catch her drool before she made any more of a mess.
“Mmm.” Her client hummed in staunch disapproval, hand surging for hers but pausing just short of touching her. Instead, with nothing but a stern look, he guided her to pull her hands away. They shared eye contact, and he smiled. “You can make a mess if you want.”
Instantly Harley understood. She let go of the towel and turned, pressing her back against the counter and bending just so, pushing her chest out on display. Her head fell forward, and almost immediately another trail of spit spilled forth, falling right in her cleavage and dripping down the front of her torso. She looked at her client through her eyelashes, excitement swelling at the look in his eyes, how intensely he drank in the sight of her. It looked as if he would pounce on her any second, and she didn’t mind the idea one bit.
Their heated eye contact was broken by a sharp chime from Harley’s phone on the counter; Her 10-minute warning alarm. Right, she didn’t have all day to indulge in the many, many filthy things she wanted to enjoy with this man. She had other appointments to make, though she suddenly found herself displeased with the thought. It seemed her client shared her disappointment, letting out a low groan at the alarm before he stepped forward. Once again, gentle fingers hovered around her head, unhooking the gag and sliding it out of her mouth.
“You can use the shower before you leave,” he offered, gentle kindness replacing the hungry look he’d worn moments before. Harley smiled.
“I appreciate it, thank you.”
“No, I appreciate you.”
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