Curvy Maid Novels & Stories

"Can you please be my best maid?" ^^^^

Freya "Watch where you're going!" The noblewoman shoved past me and my tray tipped, and before I could catch it two glasses slid off and shattered, splashing red wine all over the front of a golden gown. The whole hall went silent. The Luna candidate looked down at her ruined dress and then at me. "You fat, clumsy thing, do you know what this gown cost?" "I'm sorry, my lady." I bowed my head. "She bumped into me, I didn't see her."

' I mumbled while I looked at the both of them, wondering where they were heading with the conversation. 'Oh honey, you just dress like that to make your curves less noticeable.' 'But..' 'No buts Ava, I lived with you for so long, I know you. You don't want attention from men because you know how curvaceous you are. ' Renata continued pressing. 'I would give anything to have those hips and that ass. You hide all the beauty under those baggy sweats and tees. ' Renata hands tapped her hips while seated her eyes on me as she did so.

the maid was really tricky,she knew how to play her game,she wanted to get an answer from Mariana in an indirect way. Mariana stared at the maid in an akward manner. "what do you mean by being your madam?"she asked trying to be sure of what the maid said to her. "of course, aren't you in relationship with my boss"the maid replied her. Mariana let out a laughter,after laughing for a moment,her face became expressionless again. "I am not in a relationship with Mr Luke"she replied. "Then what are you two?"the maid asked with curiosity.

Christine replied, then turned around to walk away. “Miss Christine,” The maid who spoke before called her again. Christine walked back, and the maid said, “Um, we passed a petition around, and a lot of us agreed that the job of the head maid can be really daunting for one person alone. So, I and all the other maids of the Mortimer mansion believe it's high time an assistant was appointed to assist you in your duties. What do you think?” “What is your name?” Christine asked. “Oh, I'm… I'm Cynthia,” the young maid replied.

the other maid said, her voice soft and soothing despite the scowl in her eyes. I nodded, still taken aback by the luxury of my surroundings. "What are your names?" I asked, hoping to glean some information about the pack from them. "I'm Sarah, and this is, Emma," the golden-haired maid replied. "How long have you been working here?" I asked, trying to sound friendly. "We are here to help groom you. Can we get right into it?" "Sure…o..k" I said, my words ridden with stutter as I spoke to them. I wondered why they were so robotic and very cold. "But I just thought, maybe we could get to know each other."

She slapped her head slowly while thinking this. "Yes mam. Have you made a call." The maid said while standing at the door of the room. "Yes. Firstly, please let me know your name. And secondly please bring me a glass of lemon water. My head is being heavy." Adira said with a nervous smile. The maid nodded her head after hearing Adira's words. "Mam I am Maria and I am the supervisor of all the other maids. Please wait for five minutes. I will prepare fresh lemon juice for you. Please let me know if you want anything more Mam." Maria said with a smile on her face.

The maid says and takes a bow. Few minutes after she was done with the makeover, she stared at herself in the mirror and gave a devilish smile. “ Heaven knows this and signs it that I am the future queen of skavoskia, anyone who dares to steal that from me will surely kiss the earth down below” She says this and gets up, she turns romantically and gives a sweet smile.

Maybe someone who doesn't like kira and wants to be the Master escort,"I replied. "What do you mean?"The other maid asked. "I mean someone here also wants to be the Master escort and also hate kira very much and wants to get rid of her,"I replied. "How could someone do that?"The maid muttered to herself and I smirk wickedly. 30 MINUTES LATER** Madam Theresa's right hand maid came downstairs with the laxative's container in her hands. She had a frown on her face as she entered the kitchen, making all eyes turn to her.

To her, she was sitting in the midst of enemies. The maids placed the trays on the table. It was Kerala Style Cauliflower Kurma. It is a typical curry made with different vegetables, yellowish in color, with slightly mashed veggies and a vibrant flavor of coconut milk. It was just a meal that contained the four courses. Fruits, juice and chocolates were not left out. After dropping the meal on the table, the maids stood on a stand by, with their heads bowed slightly. "You can go" the man ordered and in a swift movement, the maids left.