FREYAThe next day was the D-day. We had no cabs in the remote neighborhood, so, we walked out on foot till we got to the big road leading to the city.Only heavens know how I managed to bump into the remote neighborhood after I delivered the parcel the dying man asked me to go drop for him at a certain address I can’t remember.“Zain’s place is a bit far from here. I had been there before. I have a friend who works there.” Nania said.I wasn’t asking her questions, but she was the sort who wouldn’t settle for a boring adventure. She wanted to keep our trip lively, but I wonder why she doesn’t want to go seek for a job at the same place.Maybe she doesn’t want to do that because it would keep her away from her kids and her husband. “She always told me of the good working condition there, and how difficult it is to get to see the young billionaire, Zain.” She added.A cab came by and I flagged it down, while she bent by the window to haggle the price for the trip with the driver.“A h
FREYA“Over here, ma’am, I am the one you are looking for.” A middle-aged woman said, with her fingers beckoning on me to come to her.She was dunning her duty outfit, and she was chubby and pretty with her short hair, but mere looking at her face made me guess she is a tough person.“Okay, ma’am.” I said and strutted towards her, while she headed into a room whose door was wide opened.I wonder how she knew I was looking for her. I had barely touched down before she called me over.“What’s your name?” she asked as we strutted into the massive room which has doors that leads to other rooms.“Freya.” I said, following her obediently, and looking out to know which door she would opt for, but she stopped and turned to me.“Freya, the one Nania spoke of?” she asked, her eyes staring into my face like that of a mother who was querying her child.“Yes.” I said in response, my voice calm and braced by a weak smile.I wonder how she knew Nania referred me to the mansion. Maybe she was there t
FREYATrrrrrrrrrrr!The alarm clock broke our chat, making us spurn towards it.“Put on your outfit. It’s duty time.” She said and ambled out of my room, not even waiting to hear me say a word.I made to the door and shot it, then, I made to the wardrobe, took off my clothes and slipped on the duty outfit I chose earlier, not bothering to check it out because the mirror in the room was not big enough to help me take a view of my body. It was round and small.I shoved the clothes I took off in the bag I came with and casted the bag into the wardrobe, and off I went..........................Outside the room, I saw the maids, all trailing the passage like ants, not chatting with anyone. They all looked like they had been here for a few days and had not really had time to make friends with each other.They went out through three doors, which I could tell was the three doors I saw earlier in the big room I and the maid that brought me here walked into before we entered the passage with d
FREYA Guess what, I lied that you checked into the restroom.” Mara said as soon as I entered the kitchen and leaned by her side.“So, where have you been? Were you flirting with the guards?” she went on, with a mischievous smile.“I missed my way to the kitchen, so, I had to roam till I found it.” I said in response and took a knife. “What’s in the menu?”“We are making all sorts of meal. Just gather stuffs and make whatever meal you know, and make sure it turns out delicious or you would be forced to join the laundry girls.” Mara said.I shook my head and delved into gathering a few ingredients to make my own meal from the thousands of recipes I have in mind.I had not been a good cook all my life until last three years when I had to endure a third-class life to keep myself concealed from Jaxton and his cartel. Joe’s wife and the women of the neighborhood taught me how to cook wonderful recipes.“What do you want to make?” Mara asked. She was chopping carrots into a saucepan.“Shrim
FREYALod Zain!That’s the owner of the mansion. But how come he knew me, such that he demanded I be brought to serve in his kitchen?I didn’t throw those questions at the big maid, because she doesn’t seem like she was ready to entertain questions, not even the least of them.“Okay.” I said, and followed her as she walked out of the kitchen, but while we walked the passage leading to our destination, I couldn’t help having myself drenched in thoughts.How come Lord Zain?Does Nania influence in the mansion have such long wings that it can soar to that extent. Well, I was careful to meet up with the big maid who was waking as fast as a kid making a haste, though I couldn’t hurl myself out of thoughts.“You must be wondering how the lord got to know you and ask that you be ferried to his kitchen. I’m wondering the same, because you just arrived today, but trust me, your experience in his service would be nice only if you would obey him.” She said and pushed open the door at the end of
FREYAWe trailed the passage like ants, till we got to our chamber, and each of us moved to our rooms. All the maids here have a room with their names embedded on the door. Mine was like that, too.I didn’t lock my door when I made into my room, but I did the good of shutting it. I knew that Mara would soon visit like she did the other time.I made to the wardrobe, and there, I took off my cloth and searched my bag to select a cloth to wear, having been notified by the big maid that our duty was over.I chose a gown, a light one that I usually wear at night without putting on my undies. I always loved the freedom of sleeping without my undies on, or even walking naked in my room, but I have not done it for quite a long time.But I wouldn’t do that without first taking a warm bath..........................I stepped out of my room, wrapped in a white towel. Hoping to knock at one of the doors and ask the occupant where I can find the bathroom, but many of the maids were outside, and t
FREYA“Not so fast, Freya.” He said and suckled at the tail of his weed.I scuffed and shook my head. I had given him what he wanted, and he is now playing on me as though I’m a helpless fish in his net.“You said I should…”“I changed my mind.” He said, squashed the weed in a glass disc on the table in front of him, and stood up. “What if I ask you to take champagne with me?” Good lord, I didn’t know he is such a disgusting fellow. He doesn’t want to keep to his words, and he wants to get me into drinking in an empty stomach. That’s silly.“You don’t mean it.” I said, backing off from him as he came close to me.“Always running off and yet running into danger. Aren’t you tired of your rat race.” He said, his eyes on my chest. Had I known I would bump into him, I wouldn’t have worn the light gown without my undies on.“I’m sorry for always running into you, but…”“I propose just a glass of champagne, or you suck my dick.” He voiced out his true intention.Indeed, I would like to suck
FREYA“Now you’ve gotten what you want, can you show me the way to the dinner room?” I asked him, while he lay on the couch, breathing slowly.I looked him in the face with a weak smile, the smile of a fellow who had a fair toll of a pussy he had long dreamt to shove his dick into and cum bastards into it.“Not so fast, Freya.” He uttered and stood up. He had not worn his pants, so, his dick whose cap was still wet of semen and the juices of my pussy, coupled with the saliva that came with him shoving it into my mouth, was dangling between his thigh as he walked to where he harled his pants at.“I have dinner for us both. You would like it.” he said and picked his pants.At this juncture, I couldn’t tell any longer if he was a guard or something other than being a guard in the mansion. But he looked like the guards, with those muscles of his.“I was warned to have nothing to do with the males here. Please I need to be at the dinner table before they notice my absence.” I said, standin