The Maid and Master USUK

The Maid and Master 1|

(Btw America is kind of a jerk in this story. Sorry not sorry :p)

" Up! Up! Up! "
The kitchen maid pounded the door with enough force to make her fist go through it. She screamed and demanded that the maids return to their duties at once!
Arthur groaned and rubbed his eyes.
     " Once.." He said wistfully, " just once I would like to wake up at my own time."
" You and me both." Sighed his roommate, Dolly. " Come on then! Mrs. Wentworth ( head housemaid) will have our heads if we don't get up on time again!"
Dolly jumped off of her scrawny bed and went over to Arthur's side, who was still very asleep,and ripped the  sheets right off of him. He shivered since it was early morning and the attain was freezing, and gritted his teeth. With his eyes partly open, he hissed at dolly. Dolly giggled and rolled her eyes.
   " Get up Kitty Kitty. A maid's work is never done if you don't start it!"
                                                                              ~the maid and the master~ 
After splashing cold water in his eyes, and rubbing his face with an old and scruffy rag , Arthur quickly changed  out of his nightgown and into his uniform.

If you are the Servant of a Victorian styled house you wear knee length gown style with a high collar and a large crossover bib apron, but you may want to keep the lace and frills to a minimum.

Arthur's body was limp from yesterday's work, since the Manor was hosting a dinner party. And since there were no footman or chauffeur to help, the house itself was in disarray. Staff was flung from laundry to clocking to cleaning , then back to the laundry. It was just too much! He and the other maids have been working so hard, that they sleep only 5 hours a night!

World war 1 had broken out in Europe, and with Germany advancing closer and closer to Britain and France, more men were needed. This meant that all the butlers, chauffeurs, gardeners and every other able bodied men in England , had to be gone, Leaving their homes.

All that remains in England were the women, children , the elders, the sick  and the maids.

And all the lords who refuse to go to war.

Those pathetic bastards get to laugh and enjoy a safe and heavenly life in their big houses and silver plates, while the real  men were out there, sacrificing their lives to this useless war. It was horrid. Despicable. Unthinkable.

And No one in the Manor felt it more Horrid than Arthur.

" Can you believe it dolly?! " he growled while Dolly and he were cleaning out the living room fireplace and opening, brushing up the then huge, red threaded curtains for a new day.
" Believe what?" She asked while unraveling the great curtains. She wasn't too interested in what Arthur has to say.
" That while they're are men out there, dying every hour, the master and mistress get to sip tea everyday and boss all of us around?"
Dolly laughed. " well, we are maids silly. We're supposed to be making tea, doing the laundry, folding the bed for the master and his mother. You know that."
Arthur sighed and stopped wiping the ash off of the the fireplace. He sneezed. " I want something more to do with my life then serving cookies on a silver platter. Everything we do is for that horrid man, who doesn't even have the guts to go out and find himself a wife! I heard he even paid for a man to go in his place in the war! That fat pig, that lazy bum-"

" Who also happens to be your master."

Arthur froze , midway from putting more coal into the fire. Dolly squeaked and put her hands to the sides. They both walked towards the middle of the room, where the master of the house stood.

Alfred F. Jones.

" Ladies?" He said with a deep frown and mad eyes. He was clearly enraged. Arthur noticed Dolly shivering, and grabbed her hand into his. She squeezed.
Alfred chuckled. " You two are no more than unruly maids! Why should I bother what you say!" He began to walk closer to them. " Of course, speaking out against the master is a sign of disloyalty. " Alfred stopped in front of Arthur, who was looking down to the floor.

Alfred cupped Arthur's face into his hands, and jerked his head upwards so that they can eye-eye each other. Arthur trembled. He could feel Dolly's hand squeezing his own.

Alfred smirked. " Just thank God , I won't tell mother of this. You'll be thrown out onto the streets, like the total shit that you are! " Alfred raised his hand high and slapped Arthur across the face.

SMACK! SLAP!

Dolly yelped and Arthur fell to the ground, clutching his cheek. He right side burning bright red. Dolly didn't bother rushing to his side, because now Alfred was focused on her. Dolly seemed crushed just by looking into his eyes. Alfred didn't slap her ,no, instead he put a hand on her shoulder.

" No more disobedience..alright?"
" Y-y-yes master.." She murmured softly. Alfred smirked. He licked his lips with his moist tongue. Arthur shivered. A
Fred then...sexually ....caressed Dolly's shoulder and ran down his hand down her chest until it was on her breast. It lay there for awhile. His face looked like he clearly enjoyed it. His eyes were sickening. Dolly was on the verge of tears. He face burned with shame. How humiliating. For a lord to come on to a humble girl like Dolly. Arthur felt his anger rose and and he muttered curses on Alfred.

" Well," Alfred said brushing his hands and putting them back to his side." I'll leave you ladies to it." With a turn of his heel, he silently slithered out of the room. Just as if nothing had happened.

Arthur wasn't shocked to see Alfred making a move of Dolly. He rushed to his feet and ran to her.

" Dolly, are you alright?"