Diary of a Male Maid (12 page)

Mrs. Smith smiled. “Actually, could you come with me into the office to get your check? I need to talk to you about my schedule next week anyway. Ladies, will you excuse us for a second?” She grabbed my arm before I even knew what was happening and tugged me into the office.
 

When she closed the door, she pushed me up against it and ran her hands up my chest. I grabbed both of her arms and slowly pushed her away. “Whoa! I can’t do this with you.”
 

She moved toward me again, getting close enough to almost kiss me. I looked away from her eyes. “I understand that you don’t want Karrie to know. Don’t worry. I kept our little secret. Telling her would mean the end of this fun we’re having.”
 

I slid away from her hold and moved to the other side of the room. “Listen, as much fun as it was, we have to stop this. Karrie and I are going to try to work things out. I can’t be lying to her about all of this. I care about her.”
 

She leaned back on her desk and started laughing. “How will she ever know, dear?”
 

“I will know. I need to stop thinking with my dick and look toward my future. I think this girl might be it.”
 

She laughed again and leaned her head back to look up while she spoke. It was like she was displaying her neck to me. “Sebastian, though I don’t believe in love, I do appreciate you trying to do the right thing. Far be it from me to come in between that, but you do realize that I won’t be in need of your services if you can’t do ALL of the jobs I require. Now, go home with your girlfriend and enjoy your time together. I think that once she gets on that plane, you will reconsider. My offer stands until you stop showing up.”
 

She handed me a white envelope and I walked out of her office. I was basically just fired because I didn’t want to sleep with her anymore.
This totally blows!
 

It wasn’t like I could report her. What I did was wrong in so many ways.
 

I grabbed Karrie’s hand and said goodbye to Mrs. Park as we walked out and headed toward my Jeep. I needed to get the fuck out of there. I was so pissed that I was shaking.
 

“Do not tell me something isn’t wrong, Bastian. What happened?”
 

I shook my head. “No, it’s fine. I just didn’t feel like wasting time with that lady. I just want to do my job and leave when I finish. She cost me time with you, that’s all.”
 

She reached over and grabbed my hand. “I know I said it a zillion times, but I really missed you. I’m so happy I came.”
 

I squeezed her hand. “I am too, babe. Now let’s go enjoy our day together.”
 

Finding a new job would have to wait until another day.
 

Chapter 13
 

I was able to calm down for the rest of the day, at least enough for Karrie not to notice. I had to admit, it was harder to tell her goodbye this time even though I knew the miles between us were going to give me the space I needed to sort out of the shit I had gotten myself into. I think that my renewed relationship, combined with my self-made drama was making me sick to my stomach. I went home and puked up my lunch before spending the rest of my night in bed.
 

I heard a knock on my door, and before I could answer, in walked Mark. "Yo, dude. I've heard of someone being homesick, but never pussy sick. You've got it bad."
 

"Fuck off! My stomach is killing me."
 

"It's from eating all that pussy, I'm telling ya." He leaned against the wall with his hands crossed over his chest.
 

I put a pillow over my face. "Go away, dickhead."
 

"So, you do or don't want beer and wings?"
 

I tossed another pillow at the door. "Asshole!"
 

He went walking out of my room laughing his ass off while my stomach grumbled with pain.
 

I stayed awake half the night, wondering how in the hell I was going to be able to afford to live on a grand less a week. It was impossible. Sure, I'd saved enough up to where I could do all right for a couple months, but eventually it was going to catch up and I would be one broke bastard.
 

Since I was scheduled to work at Mrs. Jones house in the morning, I needed to prepare my speech of why I was no longer going to be of service. Once I had taken care of that problem, I would only have to tell Alex that our friendship was not going to include extra benefits.
 

Karrie called me to tell me she was home safe, but we ended up talking for over an hour and once we hung up, I couldn't get back to sleep. I should have just lied and told her I
didn't want to work things out. Sure, it was the pussy way out, but it sure would be easier.
 

The next morning came fast and I found myself pulling into the gated community toward Mrs. Jones’ house. I left my cleaning supplies in my vehicle and headed for the front door.
 

Mrs. Jones came to the door in normal clothes. "Hello, Sebastian. I wasn't sure if I was going to be seeing you this morning. Mrs. Smith said that I should expect you to quit."
 

She motioned for me to go inside and I followed her into the kitchen. "I just can't continue doing what I'm doing. It's wrong on so many levels."
 

Like Mrs. Smith, she walked up close to where I was sitting. Before I could argue, she climbed on top of my lap and leaned in close to my face. "So, is it just the sex you don't want to participate in?"
 

What did that mean?
 

"Well, yeah. What else is there?"
 

"Sebastian, you have so much to learn," she purred.
 

I tried to avoid eye contact, but she grabbed my face and forced me to look at her. She smiled and then leaned in to my ear. "You don't get to say when this ends."
 

I tapped on her back like I wanted her to slide off of me. She cocked her eyebrow and shook her head.
 

"Please let me up. I know you think you're in charge, but I'm not doing this shit anymore."
 

Mrs. Jones acted like she was removing herself from my lap, but instead, she only pulled far enough away to grab at my dick. I backed up into the couch further, in shock that she would be so bold, especially after I had just told her I wasn't doing anything. "What the..."
 

She grabbed my jeans harder, squeezing my dick that was on the other side of the fabric. "Your mind might be saying no, but I'm sure your sexy cock is saying yes."
 

I looked away and closed my eyes. "Please, get the fuck off of me. I'm serious right now. Just get off." I took her hand and removed it from between my legs.
 

She started laughing at me as she finally slid herself off me. I sat up and tried to gain composure except, when I looked up, she was removing her top. Although she was wearing a bra, the see through fabric left nothing to the imagination. I wanted to look away, I knew it was the right thing to do, but I just couldn't. She ran her hands over her nipples and bit down on her lip while she stared right at me. "I don't beg, Sebastian. Still, I'm just not convinced that you don't want to touch me right now. She pulled the bra down under her nipples, making her breast pop up more. "Tell me you don't want to touch me."
 

I swallowed the lump in my throat. Forcing myself to look away from her perfect tits was damn near impossible. When I managed to do it, I could still see them in my mind. When I felt her hands sliding up my jeans, I turned to see that she was squatted between my legs. I put my hands over hers and made her stop moving them up. "Please stop."
 

She moved both of our hands up another inch and licked her lips when she looked down to my obvious erection which was showing through my pants.
 

God. Damn. You. Dick.
 

For once, can you not work so well?
 

Our hands move up another few inches. "Mmmm, I want you in my mouth. I want to feel that smooth skin all over my lips."
 

No one was ever going to believe this.
 

I was really trying to be this faithful boyfriend that Karrie was in love with, but truth be told, my dick was throbbing and I wanted to stick it right in this bitch’s begging mouth.
 

Don't do it. This is really cheating
.
 

I laid my head back against the couch and closed my eyes. "What are you waiting for?"
 

I heard her purr for a second time as I felt her loosening up my pants and pulling out my erection. I kept my eyes closed, like it would somehow be less cheating if I didn't
watch. Part of me wanted to cry like a damn baby, while the other part wanted to grab the bitch’s head and make her suck it harder.
 

For someone determined to change, I'd managed to fuck my life up worse in just a matter of fifteen minutes. Mrs. Jones sucked me off for about three minutes before I couldn't hold out anymore. She stood up and handed me a paper towel. "Sebastian, I just want you to be happy. Pleasing you turns me on. I think you should reconsider quitting."
 

I couldn’t even catch my breath. Instead of answering her, I pulled up my pants and walked out of her house. She let me leave and I knew she would because she never begged.
 

Once inside of my Jeep, I pounded my fists onto the steering wheel. "Fuck!"
 

I didn't care about the money anymore. This shit had to stop. I was torturing myself with guilt. There may have been a time in my life when I only cared about myself, but the older I got the more I wanted to do something with my life. For
someone on a mission to succeed, I was failing in every sense.
 

Without thinking, I dialed Karrie.
 

Hello?
 

Babe, it's me.
 

I'm in the middle of something. Can I call you back as soon as I'm finished? Are you okay?
 

What was I doing? I couldn’t tell her this over the phone.
 

Yeah, I’m fine.
 

Okay. I love you.
 

That made it even worse. It was like she kicked me in the balls.
 

I love you too, Kar.
 

When I hung up the phone, I felt like even more of an asshole. I was now that guy who cheats on his girl and calls her afterwards. I didn’t deserve her. Suddenly feeling like the only way out of this was to come clean, I realized I had to
decide how much of the truth I wanted Karrie to know. This was going to break her heart, so clearly I had to consider giving her half of the truth.
 

I headed home to drown myself in beer and cold hot wings while I grew enough balls to tell my girlfriend.
 

About an hour later, my phone started ringing and I knew it was Karrie. As much as I wanted to hear her voice, I had to avoid the inevitable and not answer. I wasn’t ready to let her go. Not this time.
 

Mark came in from work to find me sitting in front of the TV with a six-pack of empty beer cans. “Dude, it’s not even four yet. What gives? You still pussy sick?”
 

He tossed his keys down and sat across from me. “Fuck it,” I whispered. I took a deep breath and leaned forward. “What I’m about to tell you stays between us. It doesn’t leave this mother fucking room.”
 

He leaned in and shook his head. “Did she give you a STD or is she pregnant? The guys and I have a bet going.”
 

I shook my head at his stupid assumptions. “Seriously? That is jacked up. No, she’s not pregnant and no, she doesn’t have a STD. Look, I’m in trouble and I need your advice. This is serious, dude.”
 

He put up his hands. “Fine, just lay it on me.”
 

I started from the beginning when Karrie had left and we decided not to be together. When I started to tell him about Mrs. Smith and then Mrs. Jones, he got up and grabbed a beer. Of course, being the pervert that he is, he wanted details on both of the women. Last but not least, I told him about Alex. I even filled him in that she was related to Mrs. Jones.
 

“You are fucking with me right now, right?”
 

I put my face into my hands. “No, I’m dead serious.”
 

“Dude, you’re banging four women and you are complaining why?” Leave it to Mark to make this all seem okay to do.
 

“Look, I’m not that guy. You like Karrie. You know she doesn’t deserve this. She’s not just my girlfriend, she’s all of our friend. I need to tell her the truth.”
 

“No!” He stood up and looked right at me. “If you tell her, it’ll crush her. She’ll never trust another man for as long as she lives. Your chances of ever having a friendship will be over. Are you really ready to risk that for something that happened when you weren’t even together?”
 

“My client just gave me head this morning!”
 

He waved his hands in the air. “That’s  not cheating. Did you kiss or touch her during?”
 

I scrunched up my face and looked at him like he was crazy. “No, I asked her not to do it. Then she pushed until I couldn’t resist.”
 

“Dude, just keep your mouth shut. Don’t hurt Karrie if you don’t have to. Just quit going to those houses and everyone can be happy.”
 

I shook my head. “It can’t be that simple.”
 

“Oh, but it is. Forget about it, man. Chalk it up to one of life’s lessons and let it go. Dude, do you even know how lucky you are to experience something like that. I fucking idol you right now.”