Date: Tue, 20 Apr 2004 14:54:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: John O'Connor <lushcoltrane@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stargate SG-1: The French Maid (1/1)

Title: The French Maid

Author: John O'Connor

Email: lushcoltrane@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17.

Pairings: Sam and Janet.

Date: 20 April 2004.

Series: None.

Website: http://www.asstr.org/~John_OConnor/

Disclaimer:  "Stargate SG-1" and its characters are
the property of Stargate (II) Productions, SciFi
Channel, Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions,
and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment
purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No
copyright infringement is intended. The original
characters, situations, and story are the property of
the author.

Summary: Who says you can't get good help anymore?

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A very tired Sam Carter got out of her car and fumbled
with her keys as she neared the front door.  Just as
she got the keys sorted out, the door itself opened.

"Welcome 'ome, Ma'am'zelle."

Sam stood googly-eyed at the vision before her.  There
was a petite woman with her reddish-brown hair tied up
loosely under a maid's hat.  The shapely body was clad
in a stereotype black and white maid's outfit.

And what an outfit.  Sam's eyes traveled from the
black stiletto heels over the fishnet stockings to the
very short black dress.  The dress itself was low-cut,
showing an amazing amount of cleavage, with short,
turned-up sleeves.  The skirt ended just below the
junction of the shapely thighs.  Lastly, white lace
gloves covered the hands, one of which held an archaic
feather duster with a carved wooden handgrip and a
knob at the end.

"Pleeze entre, Ma'am'zelle.  Yoo must be very tired,
nez-pa?

"Um, I...  What is going on?"

"I em zhe maid.  I am to zee zhat your every need eez
provided for.  Doctor Frazehr was ve-ery speezific.
Now, pleeze zit and be comfortable."

Sam walked into the living room and sat on the couch.
She was completely lost but decided to go along with
whatever Janet had up her sleeve.

The maid knelt at her feet, setting the feather duster
aside.  Then she removed Sam's boots and socks.
Sitting on her heels, the woman cradled Sam's foot in
her lap and gently massaged it.  Sam's head fall back
as a sigh escaped her lips.

"Oooo...  Zo...I mean...so, what is your name?  And
don't stop what you're doing with my feet.   It is
heaven."

"Je m'appelle ees Babette.  I am from Franze.  Would
Ma'am'zelle care for zee bubbly bath?"

"A bubbly...uh, bubble bath?  I haven't had one of
those for...  Sounds heavenly."

Babette nodded and smiled, "Oui, Ma'am'zelle.  Eet ees
tres bien."

The maid released Sam's foot and stood.  "I weel
prepare your bath.  Pleeze take your time getting
ready."

Turning her back on the tired, but very intrigued
major, the maid bent at the waist, her legs straight,
to retrieve the duster.

Sam could care less what was being picked up.  She was
gazing in admiration at those fishnet-stockinged legs.
 The seams running up the back were straight as an
arrow and practically parallel - given the natural
curves of the woman's slender legs.  There was white
skin exposed at the tops of the stockings that was
framed by the black lace garter straps.  And Sam could
see, hidden by the white ruffles of the short skirt,
black, lace panties that were too tight, exposing some
white, round flesh.

'It's practically a g-string,' Sam thought.

The maid disappeared into the bedroom and shortly, Sam
detected the sound of water spilling into the tub.
With a sigh, she heaved her tired body up and entered
the bedroom.  On the bed was a short, white terrycloth
robe.

Stripping and tossing her clothes to the side, she
pulled the robe on and entered the steamy bathroom.
The tub was brimming with bubbles and looked
incredibly inviting.

"Eet ees ready, Ma'am'zelle.  Let me 'elp you."

Babette stood behind Sam and reached around to the
knot.  As she undid the belt, her arms brushed Sam's
breasts.  The tall blonde's nipples hardened quickly.

Warm breath flowed over Sam's shoulder as the robe was
gently removed.  It was exceedingly erotic.  Sam
shivered slightly.

"Eez Ma'am'zelle cold?"

"No," Sam said a bit too quickly.

Babette, subtlely eying the naked for before her, held
out her gloved hand.  "Pleeze, let me 'elp you eento
zee tub."

Sam took her hand and stepped into the warm water.
She slowly sank beneath the suds and lay back, a
contented sigh escaping her lips.

"Eez zhe water to your sateezfaczuhn, Ma'am'zelle?"

"Oh, it's perfect."

"Tres bien.  I weel leave you to relax and be back
zoon to 'elp you."

Sam barely paid attention to Babette's words.  She was
thoroughly contented by the warm, tingly water.  The
combination of bath salts and bubble bath was
heavenly. She didn't even realize when she dozed
off...

Sam jerked awake, sloshing the water around her, as
she heard Babette say, "Would Ma'am'zelle like me to
zcrub 'er back?"

Sam nodded and sat forward as the maid removed her
lace gloves then immersed a loufah in the still-steamy
water.  Sam grimaced at first as the raspy sponge
scrubbed her skin.

Babette, noticing Sam's expression, quickly said, "I
am zo zorry, Ma'am'zelle.  Eez theez too 'arsh?"

"No, Babette.  I just...  It's fine."

And it was.  Sam's back was tingling and she felt a
warm glow spread along her spine as the woman scrubbed
her back from her shoulders to her hips.

"Per'apz eet eez time to zcrub zee front?" Babette
asked.

Sam nodded sluggishly, she found her languorous mood
too enjoyable to be ruined by speech.  She lay back as
Babette gently directed her with a hand on her bare
shoulder.

Eyes closed, Sam was ready for the harsh rasp of the
loufah.  She smiled when she felt the softness of a
new sponge as it stroked her shoulders and arms.  She
actually purred when it brushed her nipples.

After spending a trifle more attention to Sam's
breasts than might have actually been necessary,
Babette rubbed down across the blonde's abdomen.  A
finger slipped and tickled Sam's belly button.
Babette apologized at Sam's giggle.

Sam purred again, deeper and rougher, as the sponge
slid between her legs.  Then the sponge disappeared
and nimble fingers danced lightly across Sam's
sensitive flesh.

Sam's eyes opened, her pupils dilated with pleasure.
She found herself looking into Babette's laughing,
brown eyes.

"Ees thees okay, Ma'am'zelle?" she asked as two
fingers slipped inside Sam.

"Oh, very okay..."

The fingers slid together then separated slightly
inside the highly aroused officer.  Then, all too
soon, as far as Sam was concerned, they were
withdrawn.

"Pair'apz we should ajoorn to zee bed," Babette said
in a husky voice.

Sam merely nodded and slowly stood as Babette helped
her to her feet.  Stepping out of the tub, Sam walked
into the open towel the maid held for her.

"Pleeze ztand ztill az I dry you," the petite woman
said.

Slowly, sensuously, the soft towel caressed Sam's
slender body, exciting her while it dried her.  Her
nipples were practically painful as they stood out
proudly from her round breasts.

"Zee towel duz not zeem to be 'aving  much zuccezz in
your zpecial plaze.  You zeem to be quite damp.
Pair'apz zum zpecial care eez required."

After putting her gloves back on, Babette took Sam's
hand and led her into the bedroom.  She directed the
tall blonde to lay on the bed and Sam willingly
complied.

Babette, still clothed, lay next to Sam and kissed
her.  The maid's tongue pressed into Sam's mouth to
toy with Sam's own.  Then Babette sucked Sam into her
mouth.

All the while, her gloved fingers circled Sam's
areolae, brushing the small bumps but avoiding contact
with the nipples themselves.  Her fishnet-covered
thigh was rubbing against Sam's thoroughly wet mound.

Pulling away from the passionate kiss, Babette began
to kiss along Sam's jaw and down her neck, pausing to
suckle at her pulse-point.

The maid resumed her path down the major's body,
replacing her fingers with her mouth as she kissed all
over the soft mounds.  Sam groaned loudly when her
nipple was washed by the other's talented tongue.

Babette was careful not to spend too much time on one
nipple but moved to the other and lavished her oral
praise on that.

Sam arched her back when she felt cloth-covered
fingers trace her netherlips.  Those inquisitive
digits followed every curve and wrinkle of her outer
labia.

The maid moved down Sam's body, kissing her flat
stomach and dipping the tip of her tongue into the
blonde's navel.  Then on to trace the outline of the
dark blonde thatch of hair.

"Oh please...  I need it!  Now!" Sam pleaded.

"Oui, Ma'am'zelle.  Your wizh eez mah coemmand."

A soft tongue followed the questing fingers, dipping
into the source of Sam's wetness then licking the lips
that surround her pooling passion.

Babette sucked one labia into her mouth, gently
worrying it like a dog with a favorite toy.  Her
fingers slipped into the major at the same time.

The fingers sliding in and out of her with that oh-so
talented tongue probing her secret places brought Sam
very close to a climax.  So close that she felt an
electric charge in her body when the maid stopped.

"Wha...  Don't...don't stop..."

"Mais non, Ma'am'zelle.  I just wizh to retreeve mah
zpezial toy."

Sam glanced down to see the maid smiling up at her,
the fingers of one hand combing the short, passion-wet
curls while the other held the carved wooden handle of
the feather-duster.

"Ma'am'zelle zhould enzhoy zees."

Slowly, the knurled shaft slipped into Sam while the
duster's wielder resumed her sucking of the sensitive,
and very aroused, flesh.

It didn't take too much.  Some slow, deep thrusts and
Babette taking the major's pearl into her mouth and
Sam was screaming out her orgasm.

Babette slipped the duster out of Sam while the woman
was still convulsing.  Her mouth replaced it as she
drank deeply of Sam's nectar.

This questing tongue brought Sam to a second, slightly
smaller climax as Babette searched for every drop of
Sam's cum she could find.

As Babette licked Sam's pubic curls clean, Sam lay
limp, panting.  She finally reached down and pulled
Babette up to her and kissed the wet mouth thoroughly.
 The flavor of her essence on the other's mouth always
turned her on.

"Did Ma'am'zelle enzhoy 'erzelf?"

"God, Janet, it was incredible."  Sam sighed as she
ran a hand down to grasp Janet's lace-covered ass.
Then with a giggle, she added, "And you have the worst
French accent I've ever heard.  The worst."

Janet smiled, "Well, I guess I won't play the maid
anymore."

"No! No, please.  Don't do that.  Just..."

"Just what?" Janet said as she stroked one of Sam's
nipples.

"Ooh...  Just don't get mad...ooo...if I snicker when
you talk...  Oh, don't stop."

"I won't.  But tell me, who do you like more?  The
maid or the cheerleader?"

"Ooo!  I can't...can't decide."  Sam sat up, "You
stopped!"

Janet was standing by the bed, removing her clothes.
"Just for a minute, darling."

"Good.  Leave the gloves and stockings on.  And the
cap..."

Janet laughed, her full breasts bouncing.  "But the
gloves are...  You are so nasty, Sam.  I love it."

Sam just smirked.

"So, which do you prefer?  Me as a horny maid or a
lusty cheerleader?"

"Well, who do you like more, Doctor?  Me as the
leather-clad biker bitch or the lecherous
gynecologist?"

"Sam, you are so funny as a doctor..." said the
doctor/maid as she rejoined her lover, moaning as Sam
took one of her nipples in her mouth.  The moan drew
out when she felt long, lean fingers enter her.

In seconds those fingers were replaced by the blonde's
tongue.  Janet squealed and forgot all about
role-playing for that moment of ecstasy.

The End (for us)