Sweet In The Middle

flash back

I was still a little bit angry on how she chased my house help, Bella , away without my consent. I guess she's jealous and fired her immediately. I like Bella, but just for her cooking and the sexual pressures I gets from her whenever am horny.
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*FLASH BACK*
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It was almost 5 o'clock in the evening. I had been holding interviews for all day. At that time my girlfriend had traveled to London the last month to complete her master's degree. I was finding it hard to cope alone. I need someone that will be helping me out in house works, especially in the kitchen.  I was looking for a maid for my house, preferably one who was light skin and easy on the eyes.

I had met with 4 girls already, none of whom were all that attractive to me. I sighed, sinking into my seat as I flipped the page in my notebook to see who was last. Her name is Bella. I checked my watch, watching the second hand hit the top of the hour, while simultaneously hearing a knock on my door. Punctual.

I stood up and crossed the room to open the door. Pulling it towards me, I leaned on it slightly as my brain processed what my eyes were seeing. Bella, as it turned out, was a beautiful blonde teenager. She wore a simple sweater and a pair of jeans, each which highlighted her body well, but modestly. She was very petite, maybe 5'6, 120 pounds? She was perfect for the job, physically, only if she know how to cook unlike my girlfriend.

"H-hi" she stammered, "I'm- my name is Bella, I'm here for a housekeeping position?" She shifted her weight nervously as she set her eyes on me.

"Yes, please come in." I stepped aside to let her into the room. "I'm Frank, thank you for coming today."

I went about the usual conversation for an interview, went over references, and played the part. I knew she was perfect though, she was so young and shy, eager to do well. I stood up a shook her hand, smiling.

"Well Bella, it seems like you are the right girl for the job. Can you start tomorrow?"

"Y-yes! Of course!" She chimed, very excited. "Thank you so much Mr. Frank. I have my last class at 1:40, I can be here my 2?"

"Yes, that sounds fine, I'll see you then." I said, watching as she walked out of the house. I couldn't wait.
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My heart picked up as I heard a light knock on my front door. Even her knock was cute I thought. I opened the door, once again having to lean on it. Not only was Bella an adorably sexy teenage girl, it seemed she attended a Catholic school. She was still in full uniform; a white button up shirt and tie, with a pleated skirt and tall knee high socks. She was a little out of breath, her face was red, she has probably run here to arrive on time as a good girl that keeps the time.

"Hi Mr. Frank, I'm sorry I'm a little late." she panted, stepping inside.

I looked at my watch, it read 3:01. I chuckled, guiding her inside.

"Don't worry about it Bella." I smiled "But there is one thing I forgot to mention yesterday."

She turned and looked at me innocently.

"You see, I've had problems with maids in the past. Things have...gone missing." I spoke as I slowly made my way to my bed room, Bella eagerly listening and following.

"Not that I think you will steal from me Bella, I just have to be sure. So I have a uniform I would like you to wear when you are here, ok?" We had arrived at the door to my room.

"Yes of course Mr. Frank" She nodded. "I understand."

"Excellent" I smirked, opening my bedroom door. "I've laid it out for you on my bed, please change in this room."

She entered and closed the door behind her, as I went to sit on the couch, picking up a book.
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*Authors POV*
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Bella looked at the clothes laid out on the bed nervously. Folded on the pillow was a small black T shirt, and underneath lay a lacy white skirt. Putting the clothes on, she looked in the full length mirror and blushed. The t shirt came down her ribs, fitting snug over her large chest. And the skirt started at her belly button, but only came about and inch below her ass. She felt very self conscious, and decided to leave her knee high socks un, to cover more skin. She put her hair up in a pony tail, and attempted to adjust the outfit to cover more of her. Sighing in defeat, she slowly opened the door and entered the living room.
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*FRANK POV*
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I could barely keep my composure as I saw Bella. Her face was flush red with embarrassment, and she was awkwardly tugging on her clothes to try and cover herself up. I breathed in deeply.