Gina stared Lucy straight in the eyes, arms crossed tight. "Option two. You're not getting me into bed that easy. Do I look like some easy lay who spreads for a fancy title and blue lipstick?"
Lucy raised an eyebrow, lips curving into a slow smile. "Not at all." She stepped closer, voice low and smooth. "How are you talking to me, baby?" Another step. "I would never think that about you. I just wanted to see how much fire you carry. And you impressed me. You've got class. Not pathetic. I want you here. Working for me. What do you say?"
Gina exhaled sharply. "I'm in. But I want a real contract. Clear terms, my rights, no bullshit. Six months? Fine. That's enough time."
Brie stepped forward, eyes narrowing. "Hey! Watch your tone. This is a respectable place. We decide what you—"
Gina spun on her. "Who the hell do you think you're saying 'hey' to? Talk nice or I'll make you regret that punch you threw in my apartment. You still owe me for that."
Lucy's voice cut through sharp. "Quiet. Both of you."
They froze.
Lucy straightened. "What is this? Yelling like children? Calm down. Right now." She looked at Gina. "You'll get your contract. Everything you asked for." Then at Brie. "And you—hitting her? Have you lost your mind? I said no violence. None. Did you drag her here by force?"
Brie blinked, stunned. "Sis… you're yelling at me over her? She made everything difficult. And you know how hard it is to find girls like her in this city."
Lucy walked toward her slowly. Heels clicked. She raised her hand and slapped Brie across the face. The yellow cap flew off.
Brie touched her cheek, eyes wide.
"Last time, Brie. Last time you use force on a future maid. Gentleness and determination. Words have power too. Remember that."
Brie rubbed her jaw, then laughed. "You hit hard. Elegant but strong. Fine. Because you're my sister, I'll listen."
Gina chuckled low. "Wow. I think I'm going to like it here."
Lucy clapped once. "Brie—go find the next one. Now."
Brie rolled her eyes. "You think it's that simple? It took hours to get her. Give me something. Wellington's small."
Lucy tossed her keys. "Take my car. Drive. Find her. You have a week."
Brie walked off quietly. Gina called after her. "Good luck, bitch."
Brie paused at the door, whispered to herself. "I'll show you, Gina."
Lucy turned to Gina, voice softening. "Come with me, sweetheart."
They climbed the stairs. "So Gina. Tell me about yourself. Age? What did you do before?"
"Twenty-six. Lived alone in a shitty apartment. Waitressed mostly. Didn't pay enough to wipe my ass with. Life was crap."
They entered Lucy's room. Lucy opened a huge red wardrobe full of clothes in every color. "You think you're ready to be a maid here? Cleaning, cooking, organizing… maybe pampering too?"
"Could be. I don't like taking orders. Never did. Even at work I'd snap at customers who asked too much. Told them to get it themselves."
Lucy laughed softly. "You're a bit of a brat, aren't you? I like that. It's refreshing. But I need obedience. Without discipline nothing works. Trust me—if you do the job right, you'll get raises, perks, everything. Eight hours a day, the rest is yours. Deal?"
Gina crossed her arms. "Your voice is sexy as hell. You do that on purpose?" She paused. "Obeying isn't easy for me. I can't change overnight. But I'll try."
Lucy smiled. "My voice? You haven't heard anything yet. If you were in bed with me right now, you'd feel it even more. But you chose option two. So here's what you do next."
She turned. "Here. Your pink uniform. Like it?"
Gina raised an eyebrow. "Why pink?"
"Because your hair is pink. And only the pink one has a heart-shaped neckline. I think a tough girl like you needs a little love in her service."
Gina flushed. "Give me black. That's my color."
"No. Pink. Final. You'll get used to it."
Lucy handed her the uniform. "Now undress. I need measurements. Height, weight, bust, hips. Health forms."
Gina's cheeks burned. "Is this just an excuse to see me naked?"
Lucy's smile turned playful. "Maybe. Nudity and sexuality are normal here. I don't force anything. I don't touch without reason. But if you want me to touch—just say. For measurements though, clothes off. Please."
Gina sighed. "Fine. Only because you sound professional."
She pulled off her shirt—no bra. Pants next. Panties last. She stood naked, skin glowing, hand on hip, staring Lucy down. Nipples hard from the air and tension. Between her legs a light sheen of arousal.
Lucy looked slowly. "Damn. Look at you. Standing like you own the room." She circled her. "Not every body impresses me. But yours… nice."
Gina smirked. "Told you."
Lucy took the tape. "Arms out."
Gina spread them. Lucy measured waist, hips. Reached the ass—fingers brushing skin. "Firm. Smooth. Perfect curves."
She measured bust—thumbs grazing nipples lightly. "C-cup. Perky."
Gina stayed quiet, thighs pressing together. Scale next. Sixty kilos. "One-sixty-four. Small but gorgeous."
Gina rolled her eyes. "I know. Now the uniform."
Lucy held it out. Gina reached—Lucy pulled back playfully. Gina stumbled forward—naked body pressing against Lucy's clothed one, breasts against silk, heat between legs brushing thigh.
Lucy caught her, arms wrapping tight. "Lucy—what the hell? You said no forcing."
"I'm not forcing." Lucy's voice was husky. "I'm just… very sexual. Seeing you naked like this? It's hard to hold back. My body reacts. But I'm in control. I won't take you yet. Just let me hold you. Feel your skin. That's all."
She hugged tighter. Pressed a slow kiss to Gina's cheek—blue lipstick leaving a mark. "Mwah."
Gina's breath hitched. "Fuck… that was hot."
Lucy let go gently. "Dress. I'll wait downstairs. Your first task is ready."
Gina picked up the uniform. "Damn it."
Meanwhile, Brie drove fast, muttering. "Three more to find. This is hell."
Traffic stopped. She growled. "No patience for this."
She turned off the road into the forest. Branches scraped. Tires hit thorns—pop. "Shit!" Swerved. Crashed into a tree. Airbags exploded.
Twenty minutes later the door opened. Arms lifted her out. Laid her on grass. Water poured over her face. Brie coughed, sat up fast. "What the—? Where am I? Who are you?"
A woman stood over her—long wild ginger hair, orange eyes, completely naked. Breasts full, nipples hard, skin glistening, pussy visible and smooth.
Linda smiled wide. "Hey, sexy. You crashed hard. I pulled you out. What's your name, gorgeous?"
Brie blinked. "You're naked. Or am I still dizzy?"
Linda laughed. "Always naked. I'm a nudist. Love my body out in the open. No shame. Just feel good. Hi."
Brie stared at her curves. Linda blew a kiss. "Mwah! Get up, yellow girl! Up!"
Brie snapped. "Enough! I'm getting up."
She pulled herself up using the tree. "Fuck… Lucy's gonna kill me. The car…"
Linda stepped closer, breasts bouncing lightly. "You okay, yellow sexy?"
Brie pushed her back gently. "Hey! Don't get so close."
Linda winked. "Okay. Sorry!"
"Stop calling me sexy. I'm Brie Lazlis Klaza."
Linda's eyes widened. "Oh! Klaza family! People in the forest talk about what happened at your manor. That's sad…"
Brie scratched her head. "Yeah… not talking about it."
Her gaze dropped—Linda's body shining, nipples erect, thighs slightly slick. "Wait… young woman… found her!"
Brie jumped. Linda tilted her head. "Found her? Means sex? Okay…"
Linda stepped forward softly. "You asked, you get. Come here, Brie… let's make love."
Brie slapped her cheek lightly. Turned away. "Hmph."
Linda touched the spot, laughed. "Ouch, baby. That hurt a little. But I forgive you. I know you didn't mean it bad."
Brie turned back, surprised. "She's… different. Takes everything lightly."
Linda blew another kiss. "Mwah! All good."
Brie sighed. "Okay… Lucy might like her. Linda—I have an offer."
Linda leaned in. "Offer? Kisses? Hugs? Sex? What?"
Brie cut in. "No! Work. Maid at our manor. With three others. Good pay, good conditions."
Linda smiled. "Pay's nice. What else?"
Brie blinked. "Girls. Beautiful manor. Views. And… maybe love. Real love."
Linda's eyes lit up. "Deal! Yes! I want love—deep, warm, sexy love. Not just cute stuff. I need connection and sex. Lots."
Brie laughed. "You're funny. Perfect. Only single women there."
Linda clapped. "I'm in! I'll make sure everyone feels good. Warning—I love touching, kissing, and hugging. All the time. Even no reason. Okay?"
Brie rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Help me fix the truck."
Back at the manor…
Lucy sat with a glass of champagne. Gina came down—pink uniform tight, heart cleavage showing, bow in hair. "Here. Dressed."
Lucy's eyes roamed her body. "You look incredible. Now, your first task. Sit next to me. We're kissing. Deep French kiss. Tongue, wet, long. No sex yet. Just that."
Gina's eyes widened. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
To be continued