Diaper Maid Novels & Stories

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.

Before hanging up, I reminded Mom, "You have to let me know when the date's confirmed, okay?" She chuckled. "You've always loved being in the middle of things since you were young. Don't worry. I'll definitely tell you." … When I got home, Yasmin was in the middle of scolding the two maids who watched Daphne. Apparently, Daphne had wet her pants again that day—three times, no less. Not only were all three clean pairs of pants used up, but other kids had laughed at her for it. The maids, clearly feeling wronged, explained, "Mr. Grant, Ms. Beech, we've been as careful as we can, but Ms. Daphne doesn't like wearing diapers. She says they make her bottom itch."

Several others hurried up and down across the compound. A young maid stood by a huge counter next to the central staircase, wiping it's surface with a wet piece of cloth. She was slim, looked only slightly younger than Emma and wore a blue skirt and a white blouse. Emma noted this as the workers' uniform since she had seen several other maids wear the same outfit. From the way the maid's eyes darted about the place, Emma could tell she was very alert. Emma approached her. The young maid flashed her a warm smile. "You're up early."

Being a maid really isn't that hard. Just make the beds, grab used towels and refresh the soaps and shampoos. Spray down the showers, sinks and toilets. Check the linens and pillows in the closets. Check the coffee and teas to see if they need refills. Then grab the garbage. Next room. Green light. Push the cart through and I begin to work on the next room. Rinse. Repeat. It doesn't take long for rapid fire notifications to blow up my phone from the girls. I can't stop the smile from exploding on my face. I absolutely love these girls!

Romlah's maid was Andini's only hope and the maid came after she had finished cooking. "Yes, ma'am." "Help me to the bathroom, I want to clean my body" Romlah's maid didn't complain and immediately helped Andini slowly, then carefully woke the woman up and moved her to a wheelchair. "Madam's mattress is wet." Andini was embarrassed to admit that she had wet the bed but still she couldn't hide it from Romlah's maid. "Why are you looking at me like that?! You want to laugh at me?!" "Later I'll buy Madam. Pampers for the adults."

Even the doctor wasn’t coming soon. “Bring a wet towel to clean her.” He yelled at the maid pushing her far from her. The terrified maid backed away and immediately ran towards the bathroom. He was observing her pale face, painted with droplets of blood running down all over her cheeks and neck. Maid ran towards her with a wet napkin to clean her.

She had a pointed nose, pretty lips, and deep blue eyes. She looked at me with suspicion and said, “Who are you? What are you doing here? And why are you trying to enter that room?” She crossed her arms and waited for my reply. I cleared my throat. “Good afternoon, Miss. My name is Emily Jones, and I’m the new personal maid to Grandma Susan,” I said as respectfully as I could.

the line went off and I heaved out a loud sigh. How good could the heavens be to me? I'd lost a horrible job and not long after gotten a call for the job of my dreams. Working as a maid for the big Daniel Snider would be the best thing that can happen to me. From what I saw when I'd applied, Mr Snider was a CEO of an upcoming company who needed someone to take care of his house whenever he was out to work. The requirements for the job weren't that much so I'd applied immediately—what I hadn't expected was to get a call.

Head Maid) Don't be silly child, I watched from the very first day you stepped into this house. You my child are a very hard worker, you help others, trust me was I impressed. You Lillian deserve to rest, you have overworked yourself. So, please go to bed early, Roslyn will take care of the dinner.