The maid

The greeting

THX GUYS I DIDNT THINK ID GET 5 reads. THE MAID IS GONNA BE REALLY GOOD GIVE ME A CHANCE AND I WONT DISAPPOINT THX AGAIN.

I get in a bus provided by the company with other maids. My legs crossed in a simple maid apparel I unbutton one button exposing 1 inch of my cleavage. I may be a virgin but I am no saint. I pull out my make up kit and I apply a little eyeliner around my hazel green eyes. Adding a little smoke above my eyes but not a lot just for detail. Getting one last glimpse of my mocha skin before the bus stoped.
"Ms.Miller your stop". I walk off the bus with my cleaning supplies in on hand my hope in the other.

I ring the door bell it an enchanting tune. I take one last look at myself I sculpt my hands around my curves. Making sure their is no wrinkles. The door opens, and their stands a man in a black suit adjusting his tie. "Are you the new maid" he says not making eye contact. "Yes I am Leah Miller I am your new maid" I said definently. "Good me and the missus are going out tonight to a party well be back
Around a rough 11:30".He walks back in side making a forward~motion. I scruff behind him "um I was hoping to meet miss Montclair" we walk in to the room it has two curling stairs coming to a stop in the middle the room a crystal chandelier. A beautiful floor that I don't know what it was but it's nice. I see a baby on the floor playing with car keys and has something in its mouth "whose baby is this" I pick him up and pull a rubber thingy out its mouth "Que¿"(what?). "I see you've found Clyde" I look up to see Mrs. Montclair her hair is in a tight black bun that's slightly sloppy. How the hell do you find a baby? No your not even suppose to loose a baby. Miss Montclaire walked down the stairs I could see she was a very dignified woman. She was in a black dress in red lipstick. "You put Clyde in his room and clean I tried to cook and pancake mix it splattered everywhere" said Miss Montclaire. She grabbed her purse and went to the front door.And walked out as her husband follwowed. I looked out the window Mr.Montclaire opened the door although miss Montclair looked resentful and walked to the other side of the car and opened it herself.