Diaper Maid Novels & Stories

Nia tries all she could to keep her relationship at a stance, being kept at a far distance from Cameron. *** Glad to announce that 'Maid to be 2' is finally out,

saying. "Her very first letter to me" I didn't mean to pry but it read.... *Dear Boss Carson.... I didn't mean to spill the milk on your shirt....am writing this letter cause I am too scared to face you right now...it's not that your scary sir...but I just want to apologize this way...I feel better writting...It's my hobby....if you would fire me....I will totally understand...." Your newly recruited maid Treasure* I would have loved to read more but I rushed out immediately as I heard a noise....securing the door as it was...I promised to come back to check it out.

Albert might punish her. "It's okay. I will be fine. Thank you for your offer!" Samantha declined. Much better she thought coz this annoying as*hole Young Master of hers might vent his anger on Andrea if she would agree. "Are you sure?" she wasn't still convinced. They're now going to the washroom. Samantha washed her face well and then took a clean towel from the cabinet. The restrooms in Georgetown were equipped with everything the students needed like what they had in their own places. Towels, sanitary pads, cotton buds, hand sanitizers, band-aids for small wounds, and of course wet wipes, and three-ply soft napkins.

Give me patience to deal with this girl. How are children of these days are raised. Magdalena went on to scold Rim who is the newest maid that just joined them many times as she wished. . She doesn't know how to clean, cook and even wash clothes yet she is the old woman's favorite. I think this unfair. Interjected Harriet another maid around in the kitchen.

Just merely seeing that little smelly creature makes me feel like I'm going to die. "That's what I'm trying to do, ma'am," said the maid, who now had one hand on my waist. I squeezed myself against her chest. She is taller than I am, maybe only two inches. I was really stunned by the beauty of her voice, but my fear of rats was more dominant, so I was still very scared. In fairness, the maid smells so good. I can feel the strength of her arm too. I feel like she can protect me anytime I need it. I am really feeling the moment. So, I came up with a good idea.

Maybe they were involved. "The other maid wasn't a maid at all." My heart fell. She was your girlfriend? "She was actually a spy working for one of my competition in the industry. Her mission was to get the job as a maid in my mansion and, whenever I left documents in my office, she would send the information to the other companies so they always knew my every move. Then I met Sharon. I invited her over and she spent the night.

I put my phone aside, eventually and carefully peeled off my blouse and jeans as I squeezed my body into the maid uniform. Ever since I started earning money from Dominic, I started to gain a few pounds and bits of flesh in the right places, so the maid uniform started to fit me less and less. If I had continued to earn that type of case from him, by the following week, the uniform would be ripping, and it would be much harder to get on.

That didn't go down too well either. I could never tell the difference between the cleaning agents and would constantly substitute soap for bleach. Neema had received thousands of complains from the maids made to work with me and the occupants of the rooms I had cleaned. Finally in frustration, she had paired me with a wiry looming girl called Vianna and made me assist the girl. Vianna was a high ranking maid. She had direct access to the king's breakfast table. And while my fake limp made me slow, the one job I was able to do properly was balance stacks and stacks of plates.

I went up to my room to change, a pair of clothes I'd bought at a thrift store so I could look for a job folded on top of the desk, ready to be put on, I put them on and ran downstairs, feeling more and more hopeful. Bob explained to me on the way about the company his daughter worked for, and this made me very excited. It was a very famous cosmetics company, Make-Pró. It was a new brand, about five years old, but it was highly promising, many bloggers were talking about it, and I had her entire collection of lipsticks in my purse, which was cowardly stolen as soon as we arrived at the house Bob had given us in the Bronx.

“Ah, he’s not here, he’s at work, he went to work this morning, who are you?” “What?! And how dare you ask who I am? My god, and who are you, huh? Do I need to repeat myself? Really?” “Ah, sorry, I’m a new maid here,” I apologized, feeling a bit annoyed by her presence. “Get out,” she suddenly said, so I looked at her, and she sneered, “What, do you think I’m stupid enough to be fooled? I know you’re not a maid here, Kalix never hired a maid, are you his woman? Get out of here!”