I sat in the office of my house. I leaned back in my leather chair, hearing it squeak slightly as it pivoted and my eyes flicked between the two seventeen inch monitors on my wall length desk. I was a freelance game developer and after having a surprising success with m first attempt, now did it full time. I had made more than enough money of the first game to either retire or hire employees and have an actual company. All I did with the money though, was buy a nice house, build a fancy office in one of the rooms and fill the office with the latest computer technology available. I had been working on the game for a little over a year; still receiving royalty checks from the last one and watching my seven-digit bank account continue to grow. I was wearing a pair of jeans and a button down shirt that had somehow never gotten buttoned or tucked in when I put it on. The house that I had bought overlooked one of the lakes in Western North Carolina and was large enough for a family of four to be quite comfortable. I, however, was just a family of one.
I shifted my glasses on my nose and continued to stare at the code on one of the screens trying to find the bug that I knew was right in front of me somewhere. I heard the front door to the house open and close and glanced at my watch. It was a little after eleven and the maid had arrived at the same time she always did. I had found a small company that offered house cleaning services which I had promptly hired, I'm sure that she did not consider herself to be a maid, but I liked the thought of having a servant even if I really did not have one. A few minutes later I heard a vacuum cleaner start up and I removed my glasses and tossed them onto the desktop. I had been staring at those screens for over fifteen hours and my eyes were beginning to feel tired. I closed them and leaned farther back into the chair as the vacuum cleaner was turned off.
I got up and decided to go visit the maid for a while. Even though I liked the idea of pretended that she was a servant of some kind, I knew that she was not. In the six months she had been working for me, we had developed a quite a friendly relationship that led to many sleepless nights for me as I wondered about possibilities. She was far more outgoing and personable than I was, however, being in my own house tended to give me courage. We had gotten into several word games in which I managed to hold my own with her fairly well.
Her name was Raylene Denton. She was about five foot four with thick, long auburn hair. She was built rather big for a lady, her shoulders as broad as mine, however that was the kind of woman that I found attractive anyway. She weighed about one hundred forty I would guess, though I could have been wrong. Her breasts were as large as her shoulders were broad, which made for an excellent combination. She was far brighter than most of the people in the area and many times beat me in the word play.
I walked out into the living room as she was dusting one of the bookcases. I leaned against the side of the couch admiring the view as she bent over to get the lower shelves. She wore a pair of black jeans that while not tight fitting highlighted her curves very well. Above the jeans she wore a white button down blouse that was tucked into the pants. A pair of white Nikes matched her blouse and covered her feet. Her hair was pulled back in a lazy ponytail held in place by a long strip of white fabric that looked like silk. Without getting up she looked over at me, her ponytail brushing against the floor, her face upside down as she stared at me. I had no doubt that she knew I was looking at her ass and she did not mind; sometimes I even thought that she encouraged such behavior from me.
"Enjoying the view?" she asked me quizzically as she ever so slowly stood back up and turned around holding her feather duster between her breasts in what she undoubtedly knew to be a provocative fashion.
"Very much so, thanks." I told her returning the smile suddenly feeling awake again.
"Well, I see your dressed in your best again." She said with a laugh as her eyes quickly took in my clothing, noticing again the unbuttoned shirt that she seemed to notice every time.
"Hey, only the best for you." I told her in challenge.
"Sometimes I wonder." She said with a devastating smile, letting her eyes linger just below the button on my jeans. I pushed my hands into the front pockets of my jeans making the area more camouflaged. Many different thoughts jumped into my head for witty comments but I just could not seem to settle on a good one to use. She seemed to notice my state and laughed as she lowered the feather duster and then stabbed it forward like it were a sword. "Tag your it." She said still laughing. I shook my head and smiled acknowledging her victory. Sometimes it shocked me how playful she seemed and how easily I could talk to her.
"Coke?" I offered as I turned around and went towards the kitchen to get one for myself.
"Sure." She said from the living room and I could tell by her voice that she had gone back to her cleaning. I grabbed two cokes from the fridge and returned to the living room. Her back was to me as she worked on cleaning one of the windows, the window wasn't actually dirty, although the shelves had not been dusty either.
She stood up slowly, sensing that I was behind her. "Do I want to know what you are doing?" she asked me quizzically and then slowly turned around. Her breasts were pressing against the material of her blouse and up close like that I had a pleasant view down the front of her blouse, as the top two buttons were loose. She was wearing a light pink lacy bra, although I could only see just the top fringe of it, the swell of her breasts disappearing within its lacy embrace. The view was almost more than I could handle, yet it left me desperate for more. I know she could tell that I was admiring her, however, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her just smiling at me enjoying the attention.
"Oh, I was just wondering." I told her breaking the moment and handing her one of the cans.
"Yes?" she asked popping the top of it.
"Just thought that if that coke were to happen to spill onto that shirt of yours you might have to take it off to wash it." I told her trying to sound nonchalant.
"Perhaps, then again maybe I like sticky liquid all over me." She shot right back her smile was broad as she took a sip of the coke. I laughed knowing that she had beaten me again.
"Besides, if you did that then you'd need to buy me a new one." She said to me, sitting her coke down and glancing around the room at her handiwork.
"Hmm, now there's a thought." I said more to myself than to her, making a mental note to go visit the bank later just in case. She glanced over at me quizzically at first, then seemed to guess at what my mind had come up with and smiled invitingly. We both sat down and drank our cokes; the conversation became far less sexual, though there were occasional comments here and there. It turned out that Raylene actually owned the cleaning company, which for some reason I had never figured out even though she was the one who had interviewed me when I had called about them. I had known for quite some time that Raylene had made a fair amount of money somewhere else before starting her business but was not sure what she had done, though I was beginning to have a couple of guesses. The conversation was mostly about daily life, though at one point, Raylene asked me if it were possible for her to invest in my "game thing" as she called it. Without thinking about it I told her sure, deciding that I would give her more than her fair share of the royalties just because she was so much fun. She finished her coke and got up to leave. I watched her walk to the door and then she paused and looked back at me as she held the door open. She smiled and with a wink she wiggled her ass back and forth in a taunting fashion.
