Can I be your French Maid? Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Can I be your French Maid? Ch. 04

... tell..." she said, drifted off then came back, looked down at her phone and typed again.

"... and for the dress," she said, then slid the phone over to me. I stared at her, confused. What dress?

I looked down, shocked at what I saw. The number was absurd, lined up in a neat row with several zeros to keep it company.

"I won't lie, it's everything we have left and I'm willing to gamble it all... on you."

"Me?" I asked, stunned. "Why me?"

She smiled warmly. "Honey, I'm looking at you now, unfiltered. At the right angle, no one would even know the difference."

I continued to stare up at her, unable to process what she was offering me... a job, in a porno?

There was no fucking way, I thought.

... I looked back down at the number.

She caught me staring down at it. "I want to be crystal clear. These would only be for coverage, shot from behind. I wouldn't dream of asking you to do anything you're not comfortable with, nor would you need to. When Sparkle E finally shows up we'll hand her your clothes and wrap up the shoot. Hell, a kinky French maid who gives a pool boy a blowjob? That's a thousand times better!"

I stared up at her, my mind short-circuiting. My phone buzzed, pulling me out of my trance. I looked down. It was a message from my wife.

Sorry, delayed, she wrote. Going to be late. At least an hour. Is that ok?

It was as if the cosmos was pulling invisible strings, hell bent on seeing me in a porno.

I took one last look at the number, not seeing it as a digit but as... a corset... several corsets, garters, babydolls, a chemise. I could stock my closet, line it with expensive lingerie. I could buy shoes and stock my dresser full of new sparkling French maid's uniforms. I looked up at Valerie and smiled.

"Ok, you've got me for one hour and not a second more."