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

Can I be your French Maid? Ch. 06

... be chewed out? They hadn't asked me to give their lead actor a blowjob. Was that frowned upon?

"Let me give you my number. If you ever want to pick up a little extra work... cleaning. Please, don't hesitate to call me," she said and gently tugged on the zipper, bringing it down to the small of my back. She then reached down, untied my apron and stepped back.

I carefully set the t-shirt down, reached up and pulled the short-sleeve dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I stepped out of it, reached down, picked it up and neatly folded it.

Valerie watched me like a hawk as I bent over, reached down, picked up the t-shirt and slipped it over my lingerie.

"If we still had any money left in the budget, I would have bought the entire outfit."

I smiled as I pulled off my headband and handed her the complete French maid's uniform. "And it'll fit your... influencer?" I asked.

"We may have to squeeze her into it, but we'll make it work."

I laughed, reached down and tugged on the hem of my new t-shirt. "And you're often in the need of... cleaners?" I asked.

"More often than you'd think. A porno production is quite often... sticky."

I licked my lips, the faint trace of Josh's salty cum still lingering. "I can imagine."

"I've left all your supplies by the front door. There's a car idling in the driveway, I assume they're here for you?"

Fuck, I thought. My wife! How was I ever going to explain any of this to her? I'd given a guy a blowjob, ...

... breaking... no, shattering our marriage vows. I was dead meat. There was nothing I could say, or do that would fix this situation.

"Thanks," I said, through a thinly veiled smile.

"I'll show you out, and thanks again... you're an absolute life saver," Valerie said and opened the door.

I followed her out. Josh was standing on the other side of the door, leaning against the railing. He peered back over his shoulder and whispered softly. "Check it out," he said, and gestured to the lobby. "The director is having it out with the influencer."

I walked over and leaned on the railing beside him. "She looks mad," I giggled.

He turned and looked at me. "The director's not having anymore of her BS. I bet the next hour's going to be a nightmare."

I bumped him with my shoulder. "I'm sure you'll manage," I teased.

He looked over at me and smiled. "The t-shirt looks great on you by the way."

"Thank you," I said, then my eyes darted away as my cheeks went beet red. I stared down at the lobby as Sparkle E stomped her feet and fumed. What was I feeling? Was it... jealousy?

In a few minutes she'd be on her knees, wearing my French maid's uniform with her lips wrapped around Josh's hard cock. My mouth started to water again, as my lips trembled.

... I was jealous.

I turned back to look at him and smiled. "Two performances in one day, are you up for it?"

"Well," he said with a devilish grin. "I am a professional."

My cheeks ached from my strained smile. When ...