Rockstar Maid Novels & Stories

It seemed that the maid was new. Thinking to myself, when did we get a new maid? You did not inform me about hiring a new maid. Is everything to your liking, madam? Her voice was squeaky but deep. Everything is fine, I said to her. May I have your name, please? My name is Lucinda. Well, I'm pleased to meet you, Lucinda. I am Luna Sophia. It is a pleasure to meet you, Luna.

The mention of Elizabeth being a maid surprises Lara, and she takes a small sip of her drink, watching the wine swirl in her glass. She directs her attention back to Tristan, her tone filled with intrigue as she speaks, "Huh, and here I was wondering if she is a model or something... I would never expect Dominic to be this low... escorting a maid?" Tristan turns to look at her, his gaze sharp, before he slowly realizes that Lara might have a point. The realization hits Tristan that he has become engaged to a maid, a reality he had never envisioned for himself. The weight of the situation settles upon him, and he finds himself grateful that no one else knows about their engagement.

As opposed to me, who had $50,000 in student loans, no job to speak of, and had to beg my parents for rent money for a shitty studio apartment in Queens. Which is another reason it had been so hard to turn down the Rolling Stone gig: I was so tired of being a flat-broke failure. “If you take the gig, you’ll probably be drinking Cristal every night,” she prodded. “Or at least really good bourbon. I hear they like to party hard.” “I doubt Ryan does.” “Ha! That’s probably true.” She sighed and propped her chin on her palm. “I hit on two band members before they got rich and famous… and I struck out with both of them.”

He was fine now. “Been here a week. I’ve been staying at the farm. Man, I missed this place so much,” Gray said, looking around the bar. He wasn’t in the VIP area—he was downstairs on the dancefloor level. The place was packed with bouncing bodies, and Gray felt a surge of excitement rush through him. Finally, he could fuck again. All thanks to that maid who woke his dick back from the dead. He made a mental note to slip her some extra cash later—a thank-you gift, he thought.

I thought he was going to yell but then he continued down the stairs, past the mess, past me, and out through the front doors without a word. I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. The maid beside me exhaled too. "You're lucky," she whispered, barely audible. "Lucky how?" She shook her head quickly and went back to sweeping, like she'd already said too much. *** On the sixth day, the young maid who had almost smiled at me in the hallway sat across from me at the staff table at lunch. Her name was Rina. Twenty years old. Two years at the estate.

Muse Club, a top-tier playground for the wealthy, had been rented out for the night. Sensual lights flickered, and DJ music blared deafeningly. Lucia wore a bachelorette queen's sash and stood in the center of the dance floor, dancing passionately and soaking up the cheers and adoration. "Let's toast to the future Madre!" "The Principessa is so lucky. That Underboss is the most untouchable man in this city, and you still landed him!"

Mac whispering next to her ear: " Where are you, you glamorous, fiery redhead, when you sneak like that in the dead of the night, my sexy maid?" The redhead, trying to evade his grip: Get away from me, you idiot, let go of my hand, you imbecile. You are the servant, you insolent retard. Mac sniffed her neck deeply and whispered: He didn't cry for the first time I saw a maid get angry when she was flirted, I flirt with you here girl, then accept your status as a maid, don't underestimate them, they are what give the place its splendor, how about we have a quick sex here

At the sight of Dahlia heading towards the maid’s quarters, she abruptly shut off her phone. “Come out. Now,” Catherine commanded, her tone sharp and sinister. From the shadows emerged a maid, her head bowed in deference. “You know what to do,” Catherine said, her voice cold. The maid nodded silently, though her hands trembled. “No mistakes,” Catherine continued, her gaze fixed on the maid. “Or you’ll suffer the same fate as Dahlia.” A shiver of fear ran through the maid’s body. “I won’t fail, ma’am,” she whispered. “I swear it.”

But before I could even think about going to Ray's room Monica came in, locking the door completely. I kind of knew something was wrong. I still remember to this day how she had this weird look in her eyes. She was holding a matchbox and a candle on her right hand. At this point I knew I was in trouble and the only thing on my mind at that time was to call on to Ray. 'Ha ha my little cute boy, Ray won't help you. He's totally asleep, won't wake up till tomorrow.' She had deciphered the look that I had.

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.