HIRED HELP
Chapter 3
She woke up to the sound of a knock on her door.
Jennifer stretched on the luxuriant king sized bed where she had
slept. As she rolled out of bed, her last night's thoughts came back
to her.
Well, if he isn't going to give me anything to sleep in, I guess
that I'll have to answer him in the nude, she thought mischeviously.
She walked to the door and opened it wide open. Richard was
standing there, already dressed for the day. "Yes?" she said.
He appeared to be startled, but only for a moment. "Just the
wake-up call," he said. "You should get dressed and start in on the
day. There is no need to make breakfast for me, however. I have
some errands to run, so I will be back later."
She nodded and smiled. He looked at her from toes to nose, and
smiled a faint smile. Then he turned away and walked out of sight.
Jennifer almost closed the door, but listened intently through
the crack. When she heard the sound of the heavy front doors
closing, she opened her door and scampered naked through the house.
"I can dress up later," she thought to herself.
Jennifer took this time to explore the house on her own and
without the discomfort of the outfit. She found two locked doors,
but the rest of the house was accessible to her. The house was a
vast sprawling one and a half story mansion with a large in-ground
pool in the back yard. If there was a basement, it was behind the
locked door. His bedroom was probably behind the other one, Jennifer
inferred. The decorations in the house seemed almost bare and
impersonal, except for his den.
That room had his large oak desk with the cozy fireplace and
myriad of bookshelves. There was a computer tucked away in a corner
cabinet that was hidden unless the cabinet doors were opened. There
were several chairs for guests here, including the one that she had
been tied to yesterday.
To her surprise, one of the desk drawers was unlocked. She was
expecting to find her contract, but that was not there. Instead,
there was a pile of financial papers that had some very large numbers
on them.
She sat down on his chair and studied them. Math and accounting
were not her strong points, but when she found the bottom lines, they
were easy to interpret.
"God! It looks like he's worth over fifty million. Easy!" she
said aloud. And there were references to other funds and holdings
owned by Richard. As she dug deeper into the drawer, she found a
folded note in the back recess.
From: Lexington Personal Services.
To: Richard Hane
Although our resources are large, we regret to inform you that
we cannot find any candidates that meet your requirements in a
spouse. If your requirements change in any way, feel free to contact
us with your new requirements.
As always, your confidentiality is assured.
Personal services? He's placing *personal* ads to try to find a
wife? This baffled her. Why would a good looking *loaded* man need
to be using personal ads? Then a thought occurred to her. He's
loaded. He's single. He's looking for a wife.
And I'm here.
The thought of being covered with jewels and fur coats appealed
to her. Talk about never going back to mother! And even if it
didn't work out in the long run, she knew from TV that divorcing a
rich man was oalmost always a profitable experience.
She heard the sound of a car coming up the driveway.
"Oh, shit!" she said as she jammed the papers back into the
drawer and closed it. She raced back to her room and pulled on the
fishnets.
I'll only have a chance to do that if I don't get fired!
The black stiletto heels were put on next, then locked on. Then
the corset busk. Then the corset lacing...
I wasn't able to get the corset on before without him, she
thought. Damn, damn, damn...
Wait a minute... If he left right away, how was I supposed to
get it on myself?
She tugged the corset puller strings and tried to close the gap.
Experimentally, she tied the strings and tried to put on the maid's
outfit. It wouldn't go.
Putting on her best little girl face, she walked out of her room
that way. The black vinyl maid's outfit was on but unzipped, and the
corset was only partially tightened.
"My apologies," he said as he pulled the black satin corset
tight. She felt the constriction of her waist again, and it took her
a second for her breathing to adjust. "I was negligent. Even so,
you should not have left your quarters without being fully dressed."
He tied the corset strings together.
"I'm sorry," she said, with eyes downcast, and breath rapid.
He zipped the shiny maid's outfit up to her neck, then locked it
in place. "No harm done today. I want the house in top shape today.
I'm going to have a few guests over tonight."
"Guests?" she asked as she turned around to face him. The
thought of anyone else seeing her this way brought a red flush to her
face. The encounters at her apartment still had her shaken. "Are
they going to see me like this?" she asked.
"A bit self-conscious, are we?" he asked. She blushed and
looked down at the floor. "You have nothing to be self-conscious
about, you know. You have a very appealing body, especially when you
are dressed up. But to answer your question, no. They are not going
to see you like that. And you won't have to prepare any food for
them, as I am having dinner catered."
She let out a small sigh of relief. It would have been a large
sigh if she would not have been wearing the corset.
The morning ended shortly afterwards and turned into afternoon.
Jennifer tried to made it a point to be cleaning whatever room he was
in. When she walked in front of him, she tried to give an extra
wiggle to her butt as she went by. She used every excuse that she
could to bend over and show him her bottom. She even managed to
accidentally bump into him once.
At sundown, he told her that it was clean enough. She watched
him carefully for signs that her displays were having an effect. But
there was no hint that he was aroused by it. Jennifer ground her
teeth at this.
If that was too subtle for him, how blatant do I have to get?
"I thought that I was going to have off when your guests were
here," Jennifer said.
"That is not what I said. I said that 'they are not going to
see you like that'. However, they will see you like something else.
You won't even be showing any skin, so to speak. But if you need
convincing, it explicitly states in the contract that your duties can
be required when I entertain guests."
Jennifer did not even bother to ask to see the contract.
Somehow, she knew that it was in there. If I only would have had the
patience to read it, she thought. Instead, I just looked at the
number after the dollar sign.
Her wage was peanuts compared to what she guessed he was worth.
"If you would care to disrobe, I will get your evening attire,"
he said as he left the room. "I assume from this morning that you
don't mind being naked in front of me."
She felt a slight flush from this. At least he noticed that I
was naked, she thought.
Jennifer unlocked and took off her maid's outfit. Without
removing her corset, it was very difficult for her to remove her
shoes. When he returned, he found her struggling with the back
lacings of the corset.
"Still struggling with that? We'll have to see if we can do
something about that," he said as he dropped a box on the bed.
With his help, she was able to get out of the corset in less
than a minute. The shoes came off last. She wriggled her toes and
stretched out her feet.
"So, what do you have now?" she asked. She turned to face him
and did a little wriggle of her body and jiggle of her breasts.
Richard seemed not to notice. "It's fairly simple, actually.
But you probably will want to take a bathroom break, first, before
you dress." She complied, trying to wiggle her butt as she walked to
the bathroom.
"First, I think, should be the pantyhose," he said. She made a
production out of sliding them up her legs slowly. I need to shave
my legs, she noted mentally. "Next, the shoes."
Jennifer saw that these shoes were almost identical to her other
pair except that these were made out of a shiny red patent material.
They had the locking straps just like the others. She was not eager
to wear them but she put her feet out for him. He put them on her
and locked them in place.
"As you might have guessed, a corset next," he said, pulling out
a red satin corset with back lacing and breast support. She fastened
it together herself, and then he started to tighten it. She noticed
right away that it was tighter, and it took him a much longer time
than before to lace the corset up. She had her hands against the
bedpost while he did that. By the time that he was done, she was
gasping.
"God, that is tight!" she said.
"That is the point," he said. "This is a formal affair, so
gloves as well. He handed her a pair of elbow length red gloves.
She was surprised to feel the distinctive touch of thick rubber.
"Rubber gloves? That's for doing dishes!" she said. Richard
looked at her without saying anything. "All right," she said, as she
started to put them on.
It took her longer than she expected. They were tight fitting,
and she ended up having to invert the gloves and roll them on.
"And lastly, the dress," he said, pulling out a large red mass
of rubber out of the box.
"What the..." she said as he lowered it to the floor for her to
step into. She hesitated before doing this.
Richard pulled the dress up her body. It covered her from ankle
to neck with heavy gauge rubber, and it had long sleeves that came
down to her wrists. There was a single zipper in back that went from
just below her butt cheeks to the very top of the neck. As he zipped
it up, she felt it grip her whole body tightly, including her
corsetted waist. When it was fully zipped, he padlocked the zipper
to a metal ring at the top of the neck.
The lower portion of the dress was very tight fitting. She took
a couple of experimental steps forward. The maximum separation of
her feet was less than a foot, and her knees half that. Between the
hobble dress and the stiletto heeled shoes, she had to grab ahold of
Richard for support. "God," she said as she looked at her silhouette
in the mirror. "I look like a red rubber Morticia Adams." Except
she had a better figure, with that tiny waist and big bosom. As she
breathed, she could see her breasts rise and fall against the tight
rubber. The only part of her skin that was exposed was her face.
"That's the idea," he said. "I'll help you out to the living
room where we are going to be tonight."
Progress was very slow for her, with the necessity of taking
tiny steps and balancink in the heels from hell. She leaned against
him on the way, and deliberately fumbled around his body. She
managed to get her hand to his crotch in what appeared to be an
accident. It was fairly hard, by her estimation. Hmmm... she
thought to herself.
"If you don't mind my asking," she said, "why did you dress me
up this way?"
"Why is such a hard question to answer," he said, carefully
guiding her through a doorway.
She felt herself becoming hot under the rubber. This is going
to be a long night, she thought to herself. "Could you try to
answer?"
"In just a moment," he said. They had emerged in the main
living room. He guided her over to a couch and sat her down there.
She could feel the rubber pulling at her knees and butt as she sat
down. "Because I'm a rich man, and I want to dress you that way."
"But why do you want to?" she asked.
There was the loud sound of a doorbell. "That must be our first
guests," he said. "You'll need to get up. Your duty is to greet
them at the door, take their coats, and hang them up in the coat
room," he said, pointing to an alcove that was at least thirty feet
away from the doorway. "Invite them to sit down."
"In this?" she asked. "How?"
"You'll find a way, I'm sure," he said. "I need to change. I
will be back."
"But, but..." she said as he left the room. Taking as deep of a
breath as she could manage, she tried to get to her feet.
The tension in the dress at her knees and rear worked in her
favor. She was able to get up, and stabilize herself in the heels.
Slowly and carefully, without support from Richard, she worked her
way towards the door.
The doorbell rang again before she was able to reach it. With
an effort, she opened up the door. She had to hold onto the handle
as she backpedaled, or she would have fallen on her rear.
There were three men there in their forties. All were dressed
in suits and ties. They seemed surprised to see her. "Greetings to
Mr Hane's household," she improvised.
They looked at each other, then looked at her intently. She
felt very uncomfortable standing there as they looked at her in her
tight rubber outfit. "Please, come in."
"Excuse us," said the one of them with the least hair. The
three of them entered the house.
"Can I take your coats?" she asked.
There was a momentary delay, before the same man said
"Certainly." They took off their coats and handed them to him. She
started the long trek across the floor. Thank god this is hardwood
and not shag carpeting, she thought as she concentrated on balancing
in the shoes and taking one baby step at a time.
She thought that she heard whispering from behind her. She
couldn't turn her head enough to look behind her, so she continued
forward. After what felt like an eternity, she made it to the
coatroom and hung up the men's jackets.
When she turned around, she saw that all three of them had not
moved and were looking at her. The all too common sensation of a hot
face came over her.
"Please, sit down," she said.
Two of them did, but the one that had spoken up originally
walked over to her. "Sorry for the rudeness," he said. "My name is
Henry. My associates are John in the blue shirt and Adam in the
white. And you are?"
"Oh, I'm just the hired help," she said.
Henry was about to continue, but the doorbell rang again. Henry
left her and took a seat next to the other three.
When she finally made it to the doors again, she met two men at
the door. One of which was in his sixties, the other his thirties.
The younger man's eyes widened upon seeing her. The older man just
smiled.
"Please, come in," she said.
She took their coats and invited them to stay. The older man
introduced himself as Ben, the younger as Collin.
She made a second trip to the coat room. She wiped beads of
sweat off of her forehead with one rubber gloved hand. When she
turned around, she saw Richard as he entered the room.
"So, you're doing it properly, at last!" Henry said to Richard
as he entered.
"You just had to give me a little time," he replied.
Henry turned to Collin. "You're still looking, as I remember."
"Don't remind me of that," Collin replied.
"Gentlemen," he said as Jennifer slowly wriggled towards them.
"This is Jennifer. She's a new employee of mine."
There was a chaotic wave of greetings from the seated men.
"Nice to meet you all," she said.
"You can return to your room now," he said.
She was a little surprised by this. Richard had obviously went
out of his way to display her to these men. Now why isn't he keeping
me here on display?
She smelled the odor of food coming from the kitchen, and the
sounds of activity. It must be the caterers, she thought. I don't
really want them to see me like this, she thought. Then again, I am
hungry.
The quickest way back to her room was through the kitchen. But
she chose to use a longer route through a side hall.
When she neared her room, the sounds from the kitchen were gone.
Hunger got the better of her. Slowly, she inched her way into the
kitchen, staying near a wall whenever possible.
There was a feast fit for a king prepared there. As she
prepared a plate of food to take back to her room, she could make out
a few words of the men conversing in the livingroom.
"... I didn't think you could do it, Richard,..." "...you can
be easy on her this time... because it's her first...but then..."
"...you know, it's really to early to tell. You could have to do it
yourself next time..." There was the sound of laughter. "Like last
month!" "Oh, fridays are worth looking forward to." "I'm getting
hungry. Where is the food?"
This brought Jennifer out of her listening trance. She made for
the door as fast as her shiny rubber hobble dress and stiletto heels
would allow.
She just made it around the corner of the doorway when the
sounds of voices filled the kitchen. "Serve yourself!" she heard
Richard saying.
No one said anything about seeing her as she wormed towards her
room with a plateful of food. She managed not to tip it over before
she made it in her room.
Jennifer put the plate of food down and baby stepped over to the
keyring. She unlocked the zipper, unzipped it, and let her hot
sweaty body experience a blast of fresh air.
This corset was even harder to get out of. It must have taken
her almost twenty minutes of panting and tugging at the cords to
loosen it enough to get out of. Finally, the shoes and the
pantyhose. She drew a hot bath for herself, and took her plate with
her to the bathroom. She dined while she relaxed in the swirling hot
water. "I wonder what they were talking about," she said.
Out of habit, she hung up the dress and put away the other
articles. Her bedroom was still nearly bare of clothing. The maid's
outfit was still here. She was half expecting that to disappear as
well.
