More Hands Maids Novels & Stories

To think that Clara goes to school from my house was still suprising to me. " Bring it closer, what is your problem? " I heard one of the maid massaging me say, I guess she was talking to another maid. Her voice seem harsh, like she was shouting at the person, but ignored it. "You are the next" the person said again as she went back, I could tell someone else had now replace her. I heard when the person opened the ointment bottle and poured some on her hand, making some digustable noise while she rubbed her palm together. Some of the maids started laughing inaudibly, while the other mummered. I was lost, I didn't know what was going on, but at the same time I didn't want to look. I f

I had never been to the kitchen back home but I supposed this is what it would have looked like. It was large, no surprise there. More than one cook seemed to be preparing different meals. Maids were everywhere. Some slicing and dicing, some washing heaps and heaps of dirty dishes which seemed to grow as a different set of maids constantly delivered dirty dishes in a tray. Some maids were carrying out trays of already-cooked food. It was like an ecosystem of its own. Everything ran smoothly, everyone knew their place, and all the maids were dressed beautifully. “Nice huh? I am in charge an planned everything,” Neema preened as she watched me look in awe at the maids working.

He pushed open the door and jump on me on the bed gigling. "Morning, Maa," he said cheerfully. "Good morning, sweetheart," I replied, hugging him close. "Did you sleep well?" He nodded, his eyes shining with happiness. “Did you miss me in your new room?” “No,” August answered shaking his head. Well that’s not very nice. "Yes, Aunt Cook made us pancakes." I smiled. Even I did not know the name of the cook or any of the workers in this place. I made a mental note to learn their names as soon as I could. "That sounds nice. Did you save any for me?"

Madam Marilyn replied, “There are sixteen maids, four bodyguards, and two drivers who make up a total of twenty-two people, so there are a total of twenty-three people including me.” Vera asked in surprise, “There are so many maids here?” “Yes.” Madam Marilyn replied, “There are four maids responsible for washing and cooking, eight maids responsible for sanitation and maintenance, and four maids who are responsible for gardening. However, some of them are more flexible and can be temporarily deployed if there is any need.” Vera asked again, “Where are these maids from?” Madam Marilyn said, “They are all from Malaysia and were carefully selected from among the maids at home when I came here.”

She also wore black fishnets which went all the way up to her thighs while a set of black-heeled sandals adorned her feet and made her look sexier. Her hands were chained to the bars in front of her and her ankles also had chains fastened on each side as her legs were opened and her butt was made to stick out in a seductive posture. Her sight was enough to make any man go crazy with desire and as she was presented before the crowd, Stanley could hear the different voices of the men around him talking about how sexy and attractive she looked.

Head Maid Greta greets us upon entering and begins softly chatting with the other early-arriving maids. We stay in the room till about thirty maids are present. I remember there were at least fifteen girls competing, so the numbers add up. Once everyone is comfortable, Greta divides up our tasks. The mannequins, which are essentially leather representations of human bodies packed full of cotton and hay, are what Macy and I have to set up. We all labor silently, some of the females setting up pitchers and towels on tables as the rest of us, including ourselves, mannequin set up. Head Maid Greta soon orders us to stand against the walls as I hear a chorus of feminine voices drift down the hall

I replied, shaking her hand, “I’m a maid here, a neighbor recommended me, I’ve been here less than a month, just almost two weeks,” “Ah, I see. So, did your boss try to take advantage of you? Or a woman?” I didn’t know if I should be amused by what she said or what. “Ah, a man, but he’s always not home, always at work,” I grabbed a pack of monggo and put it in my cart.

It became hard to breathe. After checking all the rooms, I went into the living room then moved into the playground. There was nothing there either. The plates clanking from the kitchen got my attention. The maids always washed quietly. I entered the kitchen and found her behind the pile of plates. They towered to nearly shoulder height. She scrubbed furiously using both her hands, and soap got to her elbows. “Beauty.” Who the fuck let her do this? Damn, those maids. I hurried inside and gently pulled her hands away from the plates. "Stop. What are you doing? Clean your hands. You don't need to do this."

Sally replied. A good memory was no match for a careful record. She spread a blank sheet of paper and began writing. Liam leaned over, curious. "What do you mean by 'maid for heavy tasks'?" He understood each word on its own, but put together, it confused him. Were maids divided into heavy tasks and light tasks? Sally wrote as she explained, "A maid for heavy tasks handles the rougher chores outside. Like washing, cleaning, carrying water, and sometimes helping with cooking or repairs. Any kind of physically demanding work.

The coldness of the manor, the fraility of the maids who cleaned their stations before they went back about their business, disappearing like they were never there. It all looked like a well-oiled machine, the way they worked, moved, and appeared just when they were needed, but at the same time, the bruise on the hand of one of the maids had me thi nking diffferent, the way the head of the house looked at her, his eyes lighting up with lust, and what looked daring, damning, consuming, like he wanted to swallow her up while taking of her aty the same time. It all looked terrifying.