The first day of summer was usually one filled with excitement and relief for most students, especially those who had just graduated high school. For them, summer meant trips to the lake, late-night parties, and movie marathons at the Schulman Theater downtown. For Zack Baskins, however, this was not the case. In an effort to raise his grades, his mother had made a deal with him. Get straight As and he could go to Germany with his best friend, Chet. Anything less and he would spend the summer working odd jobs and saving money for college.
"Stupid B+," Zack mumbled as he walked up the long walkway leading up to the large dusty old house up the hill, dragging with him trashbags, gloves, and a rather impressive assortment of cleaning gear. Upon seeing his final report card, Zack's mother had picked out the perfect punishment from an ad she'd seen in the newspaper. The ad was placed by Ashley Cameron, the daughter of the richest man in town. In it, she stated that she was looking for someone to come clean out her late father's large house. The job would take the majority of the summer but it would pay well which, to Zack's mom, sounded perfect.
Zack dropped his stuff on the step and rang the doorbell. He immediately heard footsteps. A woman came out smiling and pushed out her hand.
"You must be Zack," she said. Ashley was in her late 30's and definitely still attractive but she didn't flaunt it. She was blonde with green eyes, about 5'8" and appeared to have quite a nice rack underneath her blouse and stuffy coat. Also, she walked like she had a stick up her round ass. If she wasn't so friendly, Zack may have thought of her as a cold bitch. Probably just her rich upbringing, he thought as he shook her hand, noticing her lovely red nails.
Ashley pulled a key from her coat pocket and handed it to Zack. "Well, like I said over the phone, most of the furniture has been moved out, all of the electricity is still connected, but the phone line isn't. This key will open every door in the house, but there are a few of them that I haven't even been into in... ever to be honest with you. My father was a very private man. If you find anything inside that you want, feel free to keep it. I have everything that I felt was worth taking."
Ashley looked up at the large looming mansion and winced. "I appreciate your help with this. I just don't think I could go through it..." As she continued to talk, Zack stopped listening and let his eyes roam down to her cleavage. The top two buttons on her red coat were undone and her cleavage was quite visible. Zack could feel his cock moving in his jeans.
"Everything clear?" Ashley asked. Zack snapped his eyes back up and nodded.
"Yeah, um... would it be inappropriate of me to ask when I'd get paid?"
Ashley laughed. She actually looked beautiful when she smiled. "Not at all. How about half now and the rest at the end of the summer? I won't even tell your mom," she said with a wink.
Zack smiled, surprised. "Okay, yeah. That sounds good."
Ashley handed him a check and headed down the steps. "My cell number is on the kitchen counter if you need anything," she shouted over her shoulder. "Thanks again!"
Zack waved half-heartedly and stuffed the check into his pocket. Sighing, he unlocked the large front door and stepped inside.
The house was dusty and dim. Zack groaned, thinking how much work this was going to be. He dragged his cleaning gear into the front room and left it there. Today would be inspection day. No cleaning. Even though he knew he'd have to do it all eventually, that plan made today seem a bit more bearable. Besides, after talking to Ashley, his dick was still very awake. He rubbed it through his jeans and started up the stairs.
Reaching the top, he found a long hallway filled with doors on either side. He bounced the key in his hand and started walking down the left side. "Okay... which one of you doors is the big private room?" He stopped in front of the first one. "Is it you?"
Zack tried the door and it opened easily. "Guess not," he said and stepped inside. The room was empty except for a few books lying on the floor. The room smelled like dust. Zack went back into the hall, leaving the door open and moved to the one across the hall.
"How about you?" Zack pulled the knob and found the door firmly locked. "Ahhh, maybe something interesting in here then..." he said to himself as he unlocked the door. With a loud click, the knob gave way and Zack pushed the door open with some effort.
Inside this one seemed to be what was left of an old office. A desk lamp was broken and lying near the window and what appeared to be a bundle of phone jacks beside it. The only other object of note was a large closet on the right side of the room. Zack walked over to it, kicking at the remains of the lamp on the way, and opened the closet door.
"Holy fucking shit!" Zack yelled and nearly tripped over his feet as he stumbled backward, away from the dead body in the closet. His heart pounding, he tried to get a hold of himself and took a closer look at it. The body was one hell of a body. A gorgeous brunette woman, dressed in a French maid uniform stood smiling inside the closet. Her eyes were open and instead of looking creepy, she looked gorgeous and warm. Zack cautiously approached it.
The woman didn't look dead. Her skin was white and her face was immaculate. Her full red lips pulled into a smile were youthful and shiny. Her breasts were nearly spilling out of her black frilly top and her long luscious legs were barely covered by her tiny black skirt.
"What the fuck..." Zack whispered as he stepped closer. He reached out and touched the woman's arm, finding it warm. He caressed it softly and felt the tiny hairs respond to his touch. Whatever she was, she definitely wasn't dead.
