Pink Maids Novels & Stories

A maid? "I trust you. Well, she is all yours." Julio said, walking away with the other man. "Thank you, sir." Miss Parker said. Tears approached my eyes as I stared at Julio, walking away. A maid? Is that.... "The name?" Miss Parker caught my attention. She looks mean. "Ma..Malia," I couldn't help but stutter. "Malia. You heard him, I am Miss Parker. Head of the Rossi's household workers and welfare." She explained in a jiffy.

one of the maids said. “Team?” I asked and they nodded once again. “A team to get me ready? How many are they?” I asked. “Not much, about six or seven” the other answered. “Six or seven people dressing me is not much?” I asked. “Send them up” i said and the two maids walked out of the room Roman really had to go all out didn't he? Minutes later the team walked in, I could see they were really a team. I could tell by their matching clothes. They all wore a light pink top at said ‘Demi’s glow’

She quickly ran inside. The kitchen was so big and spacious, with different maid running here and there on their maid uniform. This work is difficult but I have to do all this because of my sister Amelia. "Are you the new maid" a older woman who look like someone on her 60s interrogated me. "Yes ma I am." "I am miss Clara the head cook." "And you are".? Ashley,"nice name you got." "Here is your uniform you have to wear it when ever you are on duty."

I asked. "Oh, good morning Emma, this is Hannah and she's the new maid Mr. Hollen hired." Halley turned to Hannah and gave a smile. She had a tanned skin tone, slightly darker than Halley's skin. She had jet black, cut in a short bob at the back of her neck, and bangs. Her eyes were hazel and bright. Her nose was straight and her lips were small, which went well with her narrow face. "New maid?" I asked, as if Halley had just stuttered.

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.

HANNI POV “Hello my lady” the palace maid courtesied as I entered Simone’s chambers. I looked around briefly, taking in all the excess pink…excess for me, yes, but beautiful. From the pink rug, to the pink bed covers, the pink flowers and drapes on the wall, to the pink curtains. I had already known Simone is a lover of pink, but never did I dream it to be this extent. “Where is Lady Simone?” I muttered to the maid, and she pointed the bathroom chamber, where obviously she is taking her bath.

Mauve walked towards Aiden and smiled, "Thanks for everything." She turned, took a glance at me and then walked towards the street. I could notice people's stares at her. She was dazzlingly beaming. Her shiny silver hair, reaching her waist, her skin, pale as moonlight. "Marcus!" Aiden's voice came, this time a bit soft. "Doesn't she remind you of someone?" "What do you mean?" I turned, staring at him. "The late Founding Blessings, Aurora Paleframe. The founder of the Golden Moon Pack. The first female Alpha in our history!"

the maid bowed a little, replying. Prince Reagan turned towards the direction of his father's chambers and started heading there fast. His eyes fell on a lady in blue and black strapless gown with a mask. "Just the right dress," he groaned before reaching out to her as she was about opening the door and entering. Weird that there are no guards standing around the king's door. Knowing fully well that the person behind the mask is Pink. He held her around her arm strongly and started pulling her away ignoring her struggles. He got to a room he knows will be empty and kicked the door open.

She winked at him, catching him staring at her pussy. "Naughty much, Nikki, going with no panties on?" the other woman spoke up. Aaron had learned she was a petite Filipino woman named Marinella. She had small breasts, but wore a slutty maid's outfit that complimented her darker skin and showed off her legs. She was wearing black thigh highs and the normal white apron that tied around her waist, showing off her figure. She was definitely very cute. "Says the girl in the slutty maid outfit?" she said, laughing.

EMMALAINE The maid knelt before me, her trembling fingers carefully brushing over my ankle as she cleaned away the dried stain from my skin. Her hands were clumsy, too slow for my liking. “Not that color,” I snapped impatiently, glaring down at the tray of polish beside her. “The red one, not this dull thing. Do I look like someone who wears peasant pink?” The maid flinched. “I—I’m sorry, my lady.” Before she could finish, the door burst open with a loud bang, slamming against the wall.