Housekeeping Novels & Stories

The housekeeper said, causing me to choke on my saliva. She is well aware of the fact that we do not share the same room and just a few days ago I found out that Henry pays her a hefty sum every month just to keep this secret from his family. It's not that he does not trust her, still he needed some sort of assurance that our secret will be kept safe.

Nothing like barging in uninvited to mark herself as a stupid tourist with no boundaries, common sense, or manners. Thankfully, all she reveals is an equally small bathroom with a sink, toilet, and clawfoot tub. “Hallelujah!” she whispers before making quick work of using the restroom. Back in her apartment-slash-room, she sees something she missed. There’s a packet of information on the pillow that bears the House Corbin monogram,

Dammit. With stunning speed, I transform the kitchen into a dazzling spectacle, ensuring every inch is orderly and visually striking. Viktor has an intense dread of encountering any clutter in his beloved cooking space, and I refuse to launch his birthday festivities on anything but a high note. Working deftly, I purify the countertops and discreetly drop the cleaning cloth into the sink, with the intention of hand washing it later. Cutting through any lingering litter and skillfully repositioning any disused utensils, I leave no stone unturned in my quest for kitchen perfection.

said Harry. “Alright then. “She concurred and afterward she continued perusing. "Number 3 - Arosh is the room cleaner, washroom and garbage man each day. Stand by, for what reason is it all me?" she asked in bewilderment. "Gee, for what reason are you?" Harry gradually moved toward her, while grasping at her shorts and gazing at her.

Ken offered as he greeted me in the hallway. Ken is one of my co-workers, I am currently a housekeeper at a five star hotel. This has been my job for almost five years. I smiled sparingly and let him support me with the cleaning tools. "Thank you," I said. "No, it’s fine! It's just a simple thing," he said. I just smiled and walked along with him. A few minutes later, we finally reached the front door of the suite. "Thank you again, Ken," I sincerely whispered.

He was damn serious with the things he had said, that was an awesome one, but then, he wanted to make sure that in was understood by the lady, that is the most Important thing right now, particlarly because he wanted clarity. The house doesn't need much cleaning, and a maid comes here twice or thrice a week to do the cleaning, and shopping, Thus, there is nothing to worry about cleaning at all. As he heaved a very gentle sigh, he walked over to Becky to set some rules to her, he wore a serious face as he did so.

Thick ropes of it were everywhere—on the floor, across the bed, dripping down chair legs. Used paper towels and handkerchiefs lay crumpled in piles, soaked through. The whole place smelled like sweat, pussy, cum, and that sharp after-sex tang that clings to everything. I shook my head. “Poor housekeeping staff tonight. They’re gonna need hazard pay for this shit.” I took a long, hot shower, letting the water run until my skin turned pink, scrubbing every trace of the night off me. Then I got dressed in something simple and headed down to the bar.

I set my backpack down carefully by the door, like the floor might file a complaint if I dropped it too hard, and pulled out the small cleaning kit Westbridge Staffing had issued me, microfiber cloths, gloves, and a little laminated checklist. Kitchen. Bathrooms. Surfaces. Floors. Simple. Normal. I walked into the kitchen first, because kitchens are grounding. Kitchens are where people leave mugs in the sink and crumbs on the counter. Kitchens prove someone actually lives somewhere. Except this kitchen looked like it had never experienced a crumb in its entire existence. The counters were spotless. The sink shone. The fridge looked like it had never been opened by a human hand. Which was… we

The kind that’s more about washing away emotional weight than dirt. When I’m out, I go through my full nighttime routine, skincare, brushing teeth, oiling my scalp, and bonnet on. Dirty clothes go into the hampers separating what’s for the cleaners from the regular wash. I walk out of the bathroom, still holding my toiletry bag, and pause. Knox is sitting on the edge of my bed.

He would then shower, before rejoining me on the bed where he would pull me in tight and sleep for the day. This evening started just like the last few evenings have started. The Master woke me with a passionate kiss. I have my bath, get dressed in my servant’s dress, and then meet Kevin at the door. I clock in and then proceed to do my cleaning schedule. However, as I enter my last chamber to clean, Kevin enters with me as always. When I am just about finished, I am surprised when there is a knock on the door, as most of these chambers are not in use at the moment. I stick my head out of the bedroom and watch as Kevin moves over and answers the door. Not really caring who is there, I turn a