Can I be your French Maid? Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

Can I be your French Maid? Ch. 06

As I stood at the base of the spiraling staircase, I checked my phone again. I had exactly five minutes without a second to spare. I pocketed my phone and looked up at Valerie. "Ok, " I said, nervously. Can you go over it one more time?"

"Of course," Valerie said. "This one's pretty straight forward. There's no lines. We're going to follow you as you walk up the stairs carrying a stack of folded towels. we'll get a wonderful POV of your legs, stunning by the way..."

I nervously looked around. The crew had set up, and the director was perched on his chair ready to call action.

"... then, open the door to the bedroom, walk inside and wait for Josh to step out of the bathroom and..."

Was I up for this? It seemed simple enough. Wait, was Valerie still talking?

"... and that's it. Pretty easy right?" Valarie asked.

I smiled and nodded, meekly. Fuck, I'd missed something. I was sure of it. After Josh steps out of the bathroom I was supposed to... I was supposed to what?

"Alright," Valerie said, handed me the stack of towels and walked behind the director. "We have to get this in one take. Is everyone ready?"

I took my starting position, racking my brain, desperately searching for the missing information. Josh steps out of the bathroom and I... and I... there was nothing.

"... and action," the director said.

Before I could even register what he said, my legs moved, involuntarily, and I ascended the stairs. I could feel the camera glued to me, following ...

... close behind me.

"Give us a little wiggle," Valarie shouted from the bottom of the spiraling staircase.

A little wiggle, I thought as I struggled to operate both legs simultaneously. I gently swayed my hips, my garters tugging on my thigh high stockings.

Was my ass showing? At this angle it was a safe bet.

Why shouldn't I flaunt it? I'd seen the photos, I knew what I was, a tease. And what was strange was... I enjoyed it.

Why shouldn't I?

I'd spent my entire life living on the sidelines, ignored, just another drooling slob hungry for a raw piece of meat.

Now I was on the menu.

As I walked up the stairs, I balanced the stack of towels with one hand, reached back and whipped up my skirt. Let them stare, I thought, savoring the attention.

I reached the second floor, my eyes glued to the bedroom door. It was the same door I'd passed through which had launched me on this strange adventure.

I reached for the doorknob, turned it, opened the door and stepped into the room.

"Bonjour?" I asked, timidly.

Fuck, was I improvising? I was half expecting to hear the director yell 'cut,' but there was nothing, the only sound, running water from the other side of the bathroom door.

It opened slowly and a gust of cotton white steam filled the room.

... the door opens, Josh steps out and I... I.

Through the thin cloud of steam, Josh emerged, wearing only a towel, his perfectly toned physique shimmering as stray beads of water followed the lines of his ...