NAKED Cheerleader and other Stories (7 page)

In reality, she actually had been tucking the
sheets under but instead of a French maid’s costume, she wore her
usual jeans, t-shirt and flip flops. Mr. Roberts had walked in on
her as she was daydreaming about him. She let out a startled cry
when she saw him, feeling as if he had been able to look inside of
her head at the vision that was making her wet. He couldn’t,
though, and her cry had only made for awkward moment.

Marie finished with her usual duties and had
just finished scarfing down a sandwich when Mr. Roberts joined her
in his spacious kitchen.

“Marie, do you have a minute before you leave?
I’d like to talk to you about a proposition.” His tone of voice was
formal but his entire demeanor was relaxed. He had chiseled
features and only shaved a couple of times a week. The scruff added
to his sexiness in Marie’s opinion. He worked in a t-shirt and
shorts most days. Marie liked that about him. If you don’t have to
go to an office, why dress like it?

“I do need to get to class pretty quick here
but I can spare a minute. What did you have in mind?”

“Well, it’s a bit of an odd offer and I don’t
want to offend you in any way. Let me preface this by saying that I
think you do an amazing job and I genuinely enjoy having you
around.”

Marie hadn’t been worried until then. While it
was a very nice compliment to her, it also sounded like she was
about to be fired. She was overwhelmed by the sinking feeling in
the pit of her stomach. She had to pay her spring tuition in two
weeks and couldn’t afford to lose any income right now.

Sensing her fears, Mr. Roberts quickly began
reassuring her, “Don’t worry. I still want to you to be my
housekeeper. I don’t want to let you go or anything. This is
nothing like that. I just want to … add to your duties a bit,
that’s all.”

“Oh, thank goodness!” Marie exclaimed. The fear
drained out of her quickly like steam coming out of a pressure
valve. She was visibly relieved.

“Also keep in mind that with added duties comes
added compensation. I was thinking along the lines of triple what
you are making now.”

“WOW!” Marie exclaimed before Mr. Roberts could
continue. “Triple? What exactly is it you want me to do? Pour tar
on your driveway or something?” Mr. Roberts laughed heartily at
that. Marie liked that he enjoyed her sarcastic sense of
humor.

“No, no. It’s just. Well. I’m not quite sure
how to ask. I’ll just come out and say it. I want you to continue
cleaning my house the way you do now. Only I would like for you to
be naked while you’re doing it.” Mr. Roberts stared at her
earnestly while she pondered what he meant.

Of all of the things she could imagine, that
was not it. Her first inclination was to say ‘No way, thanks for
nothing, have a nice life.’ But she couldn’t afford to be rash when
it came to money decisions. She decided to mentally list the pros
and cons of such a ‘duty.’

The pros were that it was TRIPLE the pay. That
meant she could quit at least half of her clients and actually have
some free time for a change. Or she could keep everyone and put
some money aside, also for a change. Either one sounded very, very
good to Marie.

Another pro was that she could show off her
body. Since she had no life, there was no one around to appreciate
her youth and beauty. Marie knew she would only be young once and
it might feel nice to be appreciated like that.

And, though she didn’t want to admit it, she
liked the idea of Mr. Roberts watching her work naked and was
getting turned on by the thought of it. While sitting there in
front of him, she felt embarrassed and turned on at the same
time.

“Naked, huh?” she asked rhetorically. Mr.
Roberts was leaning on the granite bar across from her. He had not
come around to touch her nor was he shooting leery looks her way.
In fact, he looked as if he had just asked her to add another day
or something.

Marie scrambled through her brain to try to
find something to put on the con side of her mental list. It’s just
wrong. Feminism. You’ll be a prostitute. All of these reasons
eventually made themselves clear. The only one that had any
traction with her was the prostitution thing.

“I would do everything I normally do, just
naked? This wouldn’t be about sex. And you wouldn’t try to have
your way with me or anything?”

“Of course not. You are a gorgeous sight and I
merely want to see more of you. Have you not noticed all the art
around my home? I love and appreciate beauty. I want to be
surrounded by it whenever I can. Your being naked here in my home
would simply add to that.”

“Well, okay, I guess. I’ll clean your house
naked if you pay me triple. I guess I’ll start on
Friday?”

“Yes, Friday.”

Marie popped the last piece of her sandwich in
her mouth, grabbed her backpack and headed towards the door. “Bye,”
she said as she hurried out of the house.

Once she was outside, she started questioning
herself. What was she thinking? Naked. That was just ploy. Why had
she agreed to that? As if her body was answering her, she felt a
slight wetness between her legs as she slid into her beat up
Honda.

The reality was that she couldn’t quit even if
she wanted to. Even if the proposition had offended her. It hadn’t.
But still, she thought. Marie kept mulling over the situation in
her mind as she sped to school.

She had always respected Mr. Roberts and felt
the same from him. He was her dream client in many ways. She
honestly felt in her gut that she could trust him. And Marie did
not like going against her gut.

Chapter 2

Friday came along more quickly than Marie would
have liked. She had been nervous about the arrangement all week.
Not out of fear for her safety, though. She was nervous mainly from
being self-conscious and confused.

She pulled into the driveway of the ornate
mansion as usual and took her time walking to the door. You can do
this, Marie. Triple the pay. This is no big deal. She continued
talking herself into it up until she got to kitchen door where she
always entered. She took a couple of deep breaths and then walked
purposefully inside.

She stood there for a minute not knowing
exactly how to proceed. Should she take off her clothes and then
get the cleaning supplies or the other way around? Where should she
put her clothes—on the bar, by the sink?

Mr. Roberts walked in at that moment and
greeted her warmly as usual.

“Hello Marie. How are you today?”

“Nervous,” she said with a crooked
smile.

“Don’t be. You will simply do everything you
normally do except you will be doing it without any clothing.
Completely natural. That is what I want to see. If you like, you
can hang your clothes up in the guest bedroom. And don’t worry
about me. I won’t be following you from room to room. Simply
perform your duties normally. And when you are finished, you may
get dressed. I have taken the liberty of closing of the blinds so
you won’t need to worry about being seen from outside.”

“Uh, okay.” It seemed he had taken care of
everything. I guess this really was about cleaning naked. Marie
noticed his blue eyes gleaming as he spoke.

“And of course you’re perfectly welcome to
anything in the kitchen, as usual.”

“Do you want me to undress before or after I
eat?”

“Your choice,” he said graciously. He was being
even more formal today than on Tuesday. But he always was more
polite than necessary, despite his relative youth and demeanor.
‘Maybe it’s his upbringing. Maybe he inherited all his money,’
Marie thought.

Marie thought she should just dive in. She went
to the guest bedroom and quickly removed her clothes. She saw her
reflection in the mirror as she left the room. She was quite proud
of her body. She didn’t have the time or money for a gym
membership. But she managed to exercise plenty in her daily life
giving her smooth and toned muscles. She also enjoyed her long dark
brown hair. She had been letting it grow out this year and the new
look suited her well.

But what she was most grateful for were her
breasts. She came from a family of well endowed women and enjoyed
her heritage very much. Her breasts were perfect Ds. They were
voluptuous without being hangy. And she had perfect quarter-sized
pink nipples that tended to pebble easily when she was cold or the
slightest bit horny.

She went back to the kitchen in the nude and
grabbed an apple. ‘Forbidden fruit,’ she thought as she took a
large bite out of it. She finished the apple then gathered up her
supplies and marched upstairs like she normally did.

She actually felt ok. Her nervousness had
subsided for the most part and the only thing that reminded her she
was naked was the occasional cool draft from the air conditioning.
She would have to mention that to Mr. Roberts.

Marie reached his bedroom and gathered his
hamper bag from his walk in closet that was the size of her
apartment. She went to his bed, bent down to get the sheets, and
thought about her daydream. She remembered how she had been bent
down like this with her lips showing. She was only minus the French
maid outfit.

She looked around and listened to make sure Mr.
Roberts wasn’t on his way up. Then she slowly slid her hand between
her legs while still bending over the edge of his bed. Her fingers
slid over her clit while making their way to her folds. With a tilt
of her wrist two fingers made it through her folds to the sweet
moistness of her pussy. She fingered herself slowly for a couple of
minutes, occasionally pulling her fingers out to rub her juices all
over her bud which had become erect quickly.

You have work to do. And a schedule to keep.
You need to stop. But she couldn’t. She was surprised that the mere
act of taking her clothes off turned her on so much. Mr. Roberts
wasn’t there; she was alone. But her skin was alive. It was as if
she disrobed her inhibitions as well as her clothes.

She finally gave in to her impulses and crawled
onto his bed, taking in his scent as she did. She turned on her
back and luxuriated in the feel of Mr. Roberts Egyptian cotton
sheets against all of her skin. She imagined herself getting into
this bed at the end of an evening because she lived there. Shortly
after, Mr. Roberts would join her. He would roll over to her side
and slide his hand down her pale body, cupping her breast and
grazing her flat stomach. Then his hand would be between her
legs.

Marie had both hands between her legs now. She
was fingering herself with one hand and was quickly rubbing her
clit with the fingers of her other hand. Her eyes were closed and
she had to stifle her moans as she rubbed the wet clit faster and
faster.

She was now imagining Mr. Roberts with his face
between her legs. Instead of her fingers, it was his soft, hot
tongue on her and three of his fingers inside of her. She felt the
heat rising inside as she got closer to coming. She briefly opened
her eyes and a movement near the door caught her eye. She looked
that way but saw nothing. Was it her imagination? Had Mr. Roberts
been watching her?

The thought of it excited her to no end. She
was roughly fingering herself as much as physically possible
without a toy of some kind. And she was violently smacking her
clit, the sensation driving her closer and closer. She imagined Mr.
Roberts in the doorway watching her touch herself and that was
enough. Electric pleasure radiated out from her pussy.

Marie quickly got up and went to his bathroom.
Her legs were a little weak but not like after getting fucked where
she really couldn’t walk for a few minutes. She grabbed some toilet
paper and wiped up her juices, then flushed the
evidence.

She gathered up the sheets, grabbed the hamper
bag, and went downstairs to start the laundry. As she passed by Mr.
Roberts she saw him at his desk. He looked up and smiled, his blue
eyes sparkling again. She couldn’t tell if he had seen her or not
or had even heard her. His smile was hard to read. But he did look
pleased. Was it because he just witnessed her pleasuring herself on
his bed? Or was it because she was passing by naked as he had
wanted?

Marie went about her duties as usual--slowly
forgetting that she was naked. Mr. Roberts was right. He did not
hover. He generally stayed in his office, occasionally venturing
out to go to the bathroom downstairs or get something to
eat.

When she was done she went to the kitchen to
make a sandwich for the road. She was running late because of
her…distraction. She decided to stay naked while doing this in case
Mr. Roberts came in. The idea of him watching her had taken her
pleasure to a new level. And she didn’t mind being naked,
generally. If he wanted to pay her triple for something she enjoyed
so much anyway, more power to him.