Can I be your French Maid? Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Can I be your French Maid? Ch. 05

... kept my eye on the beer bottle cap, then up to Josh.

... beer bottle cap, Josh. Beer bottle cap, Josh.

He turned slowly and smiled. The sun bathed his skin as a gentle wind teased his thick hair.

... beer bottle cap, Josh. Beer bottle...

I tripped, lurched forward, sending the tray sailing through the air. I yelped as I collapsed, watching as the plastic glasses bounced off the concrete. Josh dropped the skimmer and rushed over to me. "Are you ok?" he asked.

"I..."

From behind me I heard the director fume as he stood up. "For fucks sake," he growled. "Let's just get the interior shots out of the way. They should be able to handle that."

He turned and stormed off the set.

"Josh, can you give us ten to set up?" Valerie asked, then chased after him, followed by the crew.

Josh nodded, then looked down at me. I'd hit the concrete hard and could still feel a sharp tingle in my knees. Had I torn my nylons?

"Need a hand?" he asked.

"Please," I whimpered, then took his hand as he helped me up. I stood, then stumbled, the strength in my legs failing me.

"Whoa," he said and grabbed me. "Easy there, I got you."

He cradled me in his strong arms. I turned to look up at him, and saw the warmth of his smile radiate like the sun.

"Careful, I don't think you signed on to do any stunt work," he teased.

I laughed as he helped me to my feet. I smoothed out my skirt, looked down and checked my nylons, there weren't any tears. I looked back up at him, ...

... shyly.

"Can you tell it's my first day?"

"I've seen worse," he replied.

"Really?"

"Yup. On my first day on the job I showed up prepared, memorized all my lines," he said as he turned and pulled the skimmer out of the pool."

"That doesn't sound too bad."

He set the pool skimmer down on the metal hooks on the fence. "It wasn't, except I'd memorized all the lines for the wrong character."

"Oh," I said, as I tried to find something to do with my hands. "Are there often a lot of lines in a... in a."

He walked back over to me. "A porno? No. This was before that time. I'm baking out here. Want to take a quick five before they call us up?"

"Sure," I said.

"Great, follow me."

I obeyed, and followed him back towards the house.

"Don't worry about ol' Dusty Canyon."

"Dusty?" I asked.

"The director. He's a bit rough around the edges, but that comes with the job. Deep down, he's as docile as a kitten."

I followed him through the backdoor into the kitchen. The air conditioner was a sweet relief from the blistering heat. "And you've known him long?" I asked as I tried to keep up.

"Since I first started. This way," he said and led me to the garage.

The garage I thought. Why the garage? He opened the door and I followed him inside. It was empty. The garage doors were open allowing a light breeze in. There were empty steel shelves lining the walls. The garbage bags I'd collected were still piled by the door. An ivory white freezer was set against ...