Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2008 21:49:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Ivan Bodark <wolfe3927@yahoo.com>
Subject: Marcy the Housekeeper: Chapter Three - When Marcy Met Cassie

You know the drill;

1)The following piece of erotic literature is not intended for people under
the legal age of their jurisdiction.

2)Unless specifically stated by the author (I.E. ME) all characters,
events, fictitious places, etc are products and property of said author and
not intended to represent or copy those of other authors. (Not to be
confused with things which are inspired by other authors work)

End Legal Ranting.

	Marcy the Housekeeper: When Marcy Met Cassie

	A few hours later I awoke, a warm smooth body curled up against my
side, and smiled to myself.  Easing myself out of bed I made my way across
the room to my dresser and my cell phone.  I took a few shots from a couple
angles, grinning as I did, then headed towards my office across the hall.

	Once the computer booted up I quickly uploaded and cleaned up the
images I had just taken.  Then I logged on to the community website I had
posted my ad on.  I answered the few remaining replies with a polite ?Thank
you, but the position has been filled? type e-mail and closed the ad.  Then
I converted my profile to a couple type and posted the newly taken photos
along with my own to illustrate.  After that I signed off and shut down the
browser.

	For the next couple of hours I put in some much needed writing time
on several projects I'd been neglecting since I had started my search for a
housekeeper.  During a lull in typing I noticed the new e-mail indicator
flashing on my messenger list.  It turned out to be a message from Cassie
reminding me that she would be over later to pick up the script drafts I'd
been promising her for two weeks.  Also mentioned was the fact that her
little girl would be in school at the time.  Cassie likes to give me a
heads up on that because she knows I prefer to wear as little clothing as
possible, except when small children are around.  Now that my flow was
broken a little I glanced at the clock and realized it was past lunch time.
I called in a pizza and turned back to my writing.  Eventually I heard
Marcy moving around in the bedroom.  I smirked to myself, an entertaining
and very naughty idea forming in my mind.

	?Marcy dear, come in here before doing anything else,? I called out
casually, suppressing a chuckle.

	?Yes Sir??  she asked nervously after hurrying across the hall,
obviously afraid she'd messed something up already.

	I smiled as she entered, having done exactly as she was asked.  She
had not bothered to ?recover? from my earlier rough treatment after
breakfast.  Her mesh shirt was in tatters, barely covering and not even
holding her lovely smooth breasts at all.  Her skirt was left lying
wherever I had thrown it this morning, while her fishnet stockings were
just barely intact enough to cling to her shapely legs.  Two things stood
out in their perfect condition; her lovely red heels and the pink leather
collar I had taken the time to place around her wonderfully smooth neck at
some point in the morning.  Belatedly I noticed the cute little fox-tail
hanging down behind her legs and wondered when I had thought to put that
back in.

	?Stay there till I say otherwise,? I said, turning back to my work.

	?Yes Sir,? she replied, obviously confused but ever obedient.

	A few minutes later the door bell rang loudly making Marcy jump and
look over her shoulder nervously.  Without batting an eye I hold out a
check, written for the exact amount of the pizza.

	?That's the pizza I ordered for lunch.  I don't have any cash for a
tip, but the delivery guy is very good about getting my order here on time.
So I expect you to find some way to show my appreciation for his hard
work,? I said, smirking as she turned a bright shade of red.

	?Yes Sir,? she replied, taking the check and turning towards the
hallway.

	As soon as she rounded the corner into the hallway I turned back to
my computer and brought up the security system program.  Two cameras at the
front door automatically activate on motion sensors, revealing the pizza
guy standing at the front door and Marcy opening it from the inside.

	?Afternoon ...? the pizza guy started, his voice a little distorted
by the microphone, as he sees Marcy's mostly exposed breasts before
lowering his eyes to find the surprise waiting there between her wonderful
shapely thighs.

	?Yes?? Marcy prompted, as if nothing is out of the ordinary.

	?Uh, yeah.  Sorry.  One large pepperoni and a medium cheese.
That'll be Sixteen eighty-five, ma'am,? he replied, managing to sound very
professional despite Marcy's condition and his own raging boner straining
the front of his thin polyester uniform pants.

	?I'm really sorry, but I don't have any cash to give you a tip.  I
can make it up to you though,? she said, handing over the check and taking
the pizzas.

	That's ok ma'am...? he started, but cut off as Marcy turned back
from setting the pizzas on a table in the foyer, dropped to her knees and
opened his fly before he could react.

	Chuckling to myself I calmly get up from my desk and head for the
front door. Reaching the foyer I casually checked the pizzas and glanced
over to watch the action for a few seconds.  Then I picked up the pizzas
and winked at the nervous delivery driver.

	?Don't forget to swallow Marcy.  I wouldn't want you to leave any
embarrassing evidence for the other drivers to harass my friend here
about,? I commented as I headed back towards my office with the pizzas.

	A few minutes later Marcy rejoined me in my office, licking her
lips as she came through the door.  She noticed I was watching something
and looked at the screen just in time to see the replay of the jittery
pizza guy pull his cock from between her lips and spray a rather
substantial load all over her exposed breasts.

	?I think he'll provide even better service from now on if he thinks
he can expect that kind of tip every time,? I commented casually, turning
from the screen towards her.

	Yes Sir,? she replied, blushing brightly again.

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	A couple hours later, Marcy was wearing a somewhat more modest
French maid outfit, no panties though, and cleaning the living room.  I
opted for gym shorts and a skin hugging white t-shirt.  The front of the
shorts stayed a bit tight though as Marcy kept shaking her rear end at
every excuse.  Just as Marcy appeared ready to suggest that she might need
to remove parts of her outfit the doorbell rang again, making her jump and
blush brightly.

	?That should be my business associate.  Go show her in,? I said
without even looking up from the pile of scripts I was still trying to
assemble for Cassie.

	?Yes Sir,? Marcy said, still blushing brightly.

	A few seconds later I heard the exchange of small talk and
compliments from the direction of the foyer, then Cassie's voice moving
closer.  I looked up, both to stretch my neck and in anticipation of
Cassie's entry, just in time to see the odd look in her eyes.

	?Marcy, be a dear and bring me some hot tea,? I said, with my best
tired writer look.

	?Yes Sir,? she replied turning towards the kitchen quickly.

	?Not what I expected,? Cassie commented after Marcy was out of ear
shot, sitting down on the couch across the coffee table from me.

	?Perhaps you were hoping for something a bit more masculine in
tight fitting leather shorts with blond hair and a Germanic accent?? I
asked, grinning.

	?Hmm, maybe for Christmas,? she retorted, also grinning ?, So,
what's the sitrep??

	?Just finishing up assembly.  Everything will be ready for Monday,?
I responded, leaning back against the sofa behind me, my back popping
loudly.

	?Good to know,? Cassie replied, relaxing and sitting back further
on the couch.

	Just then Marcy returned with the tray holding tea cups and the
kettle.  She walked past Cassie and leaned over to set my cup down, and
started pouring the tea. While she was doing that I noticed a rather
intense odd look in Cassie's eyes. Just as I realized the direction of
Cassie's gaze and made the conclusion her hand shot out between Marcy's
gartered legs, which made Marcy jump like a startled deer.

	?Ah Ha! I knew it!? Cassie barked, glaring at me and smirking,
while I sat there hand out stretched in a failed attempt to intercept her.

	?Cassie, dear, please let go of my maid.  You are scaring her
terribly and it might make her spill this steaming hot tea all over the
scripts I've worked so hard putting together for you.  What did you know??
I calmly said, glancing into Marcy's eyes while I did.

	?Your 'maid' is not just for keeping this house clean despite your
straight bachelor habits, is 'she'?? Cassie asked, still holding poor
little Marcy in a very precarious position.

	?Why should I deny that?  I never have,? I replied, carefully
taking the tea kettle from Marcy's now shaking hands.

	?Smartass,? Cassie spat out, finally letting Marcy go.

	?Again, no point in me denying the obvious,? I said, pouring
Cassie's tea while nodding to Marcy to indicate her dismissal.

	?Well, she definitely is prettier than that cunt you almost
married,? Cassie said, once Marcy was out of earshot again.

	?Much more intelligent as well,? I replied calmly sipping my tea.

	?Oh?? Cassie prompted, sipping her own tea.

	?Believe it or not, she's been here for nearly twenty-four hours
and we've had more intellectual discourse than sex,? I replied.

	?I'm impressed,? Cassie said sarcastically.

	?Did you come to harass me about my taste in domestic help or work
on the project?? I asked finally.

	?You know I can't resist a chance to harass you about anything,?
she replied, smiling, ?Besides you seem pretty much done at this point.?

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	Cassie ended up staying three hours and forcing me to rewrite whole
sections of the script, but we didn't lose any time.  Eventually she simply
accepted Marcy's place and left it alone mostly.  I could tell as I said
good night to Cassie that Marcy needed to talk about it though.

	?Ok, Marcy.  The big scary wicked witch is gone,? I called out
after I had shut the door and headed back into the living room.

	?She hates me,? Marcy pouted, coming in from the kitchen nearly in
tears.

	?She doesn't know you and thinks I'm being stupid again,? I
replied, sitting on the couch rather heavily.

	?I don't follow,? she said, looking very confused and cute as she
sat, straddling my lap, at my prompting.

	?We have a brother sister type relationship and a very long time
ago she played match maker.  Nearly got me married to a brainless twit who
makes Paris Hilton seem like a Nobel Prize candidate,? I explained, the
whole while untying the carefully laced corset she wore.

	?Oh,? Marcy replied, giggling again in that cute way.

	?Plus, you have nearly unrestricted access to one of her companies
primary assets, can you blame her for being kinda edgy??  I continued,
finishing with the laces of the corset and tossing it aside casually.

	?I guess so ... Sir?? she answered, blushing as she realized she
had stopped using my title.

	?Yes?? I asked, looking up from unbuttoning the blouse she'd had
under the corset.

	?I know you put that collar on me this morning and things have been
great all day, but I have to ask this bluntly.  Am I yours??  She asked,
carefully looking straight into my eyes the whole time.

	?Do you need to get anything from home?? I asked in reply.

	?No Sir,? she replied, glancing in the direction of the guest room.

	?Ok, good.  Go call your sister and give her the details to come
visit next week.  Tell her I'll cover the expenses,? I said calmly ?, then
move your things into my room and come down to the end of the hall, the
door you haven't been through yet.?

	?Yes Sir!? she replied, smiling brightly before climbing down from
my lap to hurry towards the phone in the kitchen.

	?Hope she's really ready,? I say to myself as I watch her cute
little ass go around the door frame into the kitchen.

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Feedback as always very appreciated.  Sorry this chapter took so long, been
busy.

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