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

Can I be your French Maid? Ch. 05

... the wall surrounded by empty cardboard boxes.

Josh walked over to a stack of empty beer cases and started to rummage through them. "I'm sure I saw one... wait, here we are," he said as he pulled out three green glass beer bottles and offered me one. "And they're still cold."

"Thx," I said. "I'm good."

"You sure?" he asked as he unscrewed the cap. "I promise not to tattle."

"Yea, I'd hate to muck up again."

"After one beer?" he asked, then hopped up on the freezer and lined up the other beer bottles beside him. "In this business you need to have a thick skin and an iron stomach."

I walked to the center of the room, the cool breeze from the open door teasing my nylons. "Well, I don't know if I'm planning to make a career out of this," I said, shyly.

"No?" he asked, narrowing his gaze. "I thought I might have recognized you... but I guess I'm thinking of someone else. For as big as it is, it's a close knit community."

"You've been doing this... for a while?" I asked.

He took a drink then spoke. "No, not really. But you don't really have to be in this industry for too long to be considered a veteran."

As he spoke I had the odd sense that... that I'd seen him before. I couldn't quite place it, but there was something about his chiseled features that resonated with me, dragging up an old memory.

He laughed. "I know that look," he said, then took another drink.

"You do?" I asked, surprised.

"Yup. I often get it in grocery stores or when I'm ...

... pumping gas. I've actually turned it into a fun little game."

"A game?" I asked, confused.

"Yup, I'll give you three guesses. But if you get them all wrong, you have to drink this beer," he said and raised an unopened bottle.

"Guess what?" I asked.

"Tik tok, tik tok," he teased. "The clock's ticking."

I examined him closer. I had seen him before, I was sure of it. I'd seen him on... on.

Then the memory popped into my head. It was a VHS cassette for the movie...

"Vampyre P.I.!" I blurted out.

He made a loud obnoxious buzzer sound. "I'm sorry, that is incorrect," he said in an announcer's voice. "Try again."

I was close, I knew it. It had been a few years back, but I could almost see it, wavering as I tried to focus.

"Curse of the Were-Piranha?" I asked.

"Wrong again. One more answer remaining. Chuck, should we tell them all about the wonderful consolation prizes they'll be going home with?"

Focus, I thought. Focus. I cleared my mind and tried to sift through my remaining memories. It was in there somewhere, I just needed to find...

"Terror doesn't knock twice!" I shouted, triumphantly.

"Ding, ding, ding!" Josh said, raising his bottle. "We have a winner."

I looked up at him, confused. "But that was like... a movie, movie."

Josh lowered his arm. "One might say I was once even considered a movie star."

Josh... Pine I thought as I stared at him. He's Josh fucking Pine?" I could vividly remember the movie. It was a campy soft-core ...