Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16

... called me to say our meet up was cancelled as some people couldn't make it. Instead, we were to meet up in the evening, if I was free.

I hated sudden change of plans, and I hated people who committed to something and then backed out at the last minute.

So rather glumly, and angrily, I traced my steps back and re-entered my house, merely fifteen minutes after leaving it. I don't think any one in the home realized I was back, as they had all heard me leave. I had spent half an hour this morning arguing over something with my mother, so I wanted to go back to her study to sort of apologize to her.

And that's how, by pure dumb luck, I found out another of those juicy family secrets.

"Rashida!" I heard my mother, working from her study, call out our senior maid. "Can you bring my tea in here please! And hurry."

"Yes,memsaab." I heard my chubby maid Rashida's reply as she started to walk heavily up the stairs from the kitchen towards my mother's study. "I am bringing the tea upstairs,memsaab."

"Good!" My mom replied. "I also want to talk to you about some things, Rashida."

For some reason, suddenly, I decided I want to see ... or rather learn ... what my mom wanted with our older maid. What she wanted to "talk to her" about.

My mom usually didn't deal much with the help, except for orders here and there, and 'fetch me this' or 'make me that'. If they did their duties like cooking, cleaning etc., she usually left them alone. She was unique, my mother. When ...

... most women in that era were content being housewives, especially if their husband was a businessman, my mom was a successful professional in her own right. She managed a small consultancy and was a board member of several large corporations. This is why she didn't get into the petty domestic squabbles that her peers usually did, and this is partly why Rashida as the senior maid was the one who really ran the household. My mother intervened only where necessary.

There was a large plant and a cabinet around the corner from my mother's study, so I tiptoed towards the plant and positioned myself, such that I was near the door, but hidden behind the cabinet. This way I could eavesdrop on their conversation without being seen, and if needed, peer into the room. But I was content just to listen in for now.

"I am here,memsaab." Rashida walked into my mother's study and placed the tea on the desk where my mom was seated at. "Here's your tea. Will you be going out later,memsaab?"

"Yes, I just have to read through certain documents before I meet with the company's lawyer and go to their office. I will be leaving in about half an hour to forty minutes."

"Is there anything I can get for you,memsaab?" Rashida asked. "Some biscuits? A sandwich?"

"Rashida." I heard my mother curtly reply, as she took a sip of tea. "Please take a seat."

"Yes,memsaab."

...Please take a seat ...

There was no sound of a chair being pulled, because of course Rashida did not pull up a chair, ...