"Where the hell have you been?! What is up with you?"
Hearing her voice was like hearing from my long lost father, Chae was someone who had a big influence on me, we had a somewhat deep relationship before she got married... Hearing from her relieved me from a lot of the stress i was experiencing in the Jueji house.
The last time we met i had borrowed from her some cash for a trip.
"It's always nice to hear from you Chae- i mean Ms. Sam."
"Ahhh, don't even remind me... How are you? Is everything good, how you've been girlie?"
"Yeah yeah, everything is good, actually, I quit my job and started putting time on other stuff. As well as studying too."
"No Way! You actually quit... Nah, you did the right thing. Then, this is a perfect time for you to hear this..."
"Something good?"
"Mmhmm, get ready."
Something about being served by this maid while having a conversation with Chae playing with my neurological responses heavily.
"You know that agency that works for foreign magazines to hire local models for global audiences?"
"... KK?"
"Yes! Well, they are trying to build a team of models specifically for this kind of branch, and they reached out for me to see if i had some appropriate candidates."
My eyebrows raised as i understood what she was implying, not making the assumption official until i hear it from her mouth directly.
"... You mean you want me to work for KK?"
"... What else could it be!!"
Once it was confirmed, my mind couldn't form a response to describe how i was feeling. As happy as i was to hear the news, short time later the maid would reclaim my focus, realizing how close i had come to making a huge mistake before this call from Chae.
"I don't know what to say..."
"I know!... Alright Ruby, I would love to hear from you and discuss it thoroughly over some dinner, just call me when you're free. Bye bye."
Once the phone call ended, i was eager to tell Haime and all my friends about what just happened, wondering about their reactions. While all those thoughts were consuming my brain, i completely forgot the Jueji household for a brief moment.
That moment ended when i turned my attention back the maid, who was giving me a displeased look.
"You have such a lovely expression when you're happy, Miss. It leaves a good impact on me too. There's nothing that makes me enjoy serving my master then seeing her happy..."
She said as she's massaging my ankles and rubbing my shin, placing me back to the dominant position once again.
"Is that so?"
I asked in a non-enthusiastic tone. Now that i thought about it, i was kind of trying to wrap and end the whole situation, which probably sounded like i was bored of this play.
"Hehe, want me to make you even more happy..."
That's when the maid put down my foot, placing both her hands on the bed beside my hips, arching her back and slowly rising up.
"Uh... we really are gonna..."
She stopped midway and grabbed my necklace, pulling me closer to her before she reached behind and started to unzip my dress. That move caught me off guard.
"UH!, I'm exposed!."
She just kept going, ignoring my protestd and silent pleas, which made me put up some resistance.
"H-heyyy... nyoo... stooop"
"You sound so cute. Miss... Don't worry though. I won't make you feel embarrassed, i would never make you feel that way..."
Actually, she removed only my dress and kept my pinkish underwear that i had on, before she getting up and heading towards the closet direction.
She brought out a dress—a very strange dress. In fact, i never thought they had those in this country.
"What's that?"
Once i took a closer look at it, i was blown away, it was the most extravagant dress I've ever saw, something straight out of a Bollywood movie.
Considering I'm significantly tall, i wondered how it would fit.
"This dress is the pinnacle of luxuary. It's so hard to find even in india... don't take the Juejis lightly, they even have connections down in South Asia..."
My eyes were glued to that dress. I felt incredibly excited about slipping into it and trying it on.
When i finally got to see myself in the mirror wearing it, an old fantasy of mine was brought back, suddenly i became a whole different person—transformed into a courtesan, with a maid preparing her to go out and face the world.
At this point, the little back and forth that i had with the maid became too realistic, so i had to deliver my parts of this play. I was not acting anymore, i was completely immersed in the role.
"Can i ask you something... What is your name."
The maid seemed surprised, her eyes wideneing for a moment.
"Femi, ma'am"
I had been asked this question a lot during my job days, asking someone for his name in this situation deepen the connection between both of you. It's hard to say no, and it makes you feel vulnerable because you're associating your name with the service.
"Did you know i was offered my dream job after i let go of these short term pleasures? Why are you doing this?..."
My connection with the maid became at a personal, i could see more of myself in her now.
To not celebrate alone, i wanted to share the happy news with her. But deep down i felt kind of feeling empty.
"I have no choice. Miss, i love to work. There's no place i'd rather be at than serving the Jueji family."
My mind went blank. That was unexpected. Something like a reality check happened to me, i was so affected by her response so much that it almost had a reverse impact on me, and the fact that she was genuinely happy when she said it made me feel even worse.
But i was too immersed in my role, i felt some responsibility to help her understand she's better off away from the Juejis, but i felt like i was in no position to tell her what would be better for her, especially since she was far more better than me at her job.
Her acts of submission became more like a performance, she's using the same speech pattern I'd seen girls from the agency use to seduce men. It made me feel disgusted about myself.
I couldn't help but feel frustrated, she's showing off talent I could only dream of having.
"No. Talk to me... We all have choice. Don't just simply dismiss me like that..."
She's wasn't reacting or saying anything, all i was hearing was the sound of her large earings clattering together. She moved on to next task, which was my face.
...
Usually this kind of spiritual transformation practice of spiritual transformation moves towards the inner body, but since i didn't showered, she couldn't proceed with it now.
While she's wasn't responding, my attachment to her grew stronger. I didn't know why, but i felt sorry for her, i had to take care of her. The sort of relationship that a caring teacher and a delinquent student i think would have.
Once she knelt down again, this time applying some aloe vera to my body, my hand was resting next to her face. Then i subconsciously removed her sunglasses from her face. I guess i wanted to see the joy of what's she doing reflected in her eyes.
She turned to look at me, a surprise expression overtook her before she finally responded.
"Hehe... Would you save me, Miss?... Would you be my rescuer..."
And all i could think was: idiot,fool, despicable. All referring to myself.
At that moment i asked myself: was that how my father had felt after he married mom?
She talked all that talk about her helplessness and my dad felt sorry for her, so he married her and fell for her trap.
My mom wasn't that smart to seduce a man, but i guess it worked out for her...
To think i would let my emotions be manupilated like that. How despicable.
I always thought if she doesn't want to help herself, then why should he help her... Oh. My. God...
...
I hurriedly run to the nearest exit, bare foot, struggling to because of the dress and my hair that was covering on my view.
Finally i arrived at Inna's room, i was aching to tell her what i just realized.
I barged into her room, not giving the chaos that i saw in the room any thoughts. I slowly approached where she was sitting and said.
"Hugh, Inna, you have no idea... I finally get it, i think i finally get it, i know how you f-"
Inna grabbed me, bringing me down to force herself into my lips... Feeling like my heart was getting crashed by the weight of my body.
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