For the first time, Laura began to understand just how rich this Max was. Any employer who could afford to hire a limousine driver and purchase real champagne must have had plenty of cash to blow.
This scared Laura.
She knew that wealthy men like Max usually had a lot of spare time on their hands. They were also usually sick and twisted and perverted. And based on her interview with him, she knew that Max found her attractive, perhaps more than just eye candy.
She hoped she knew what she was getting herself into.
Anxiety enveloped her.
She had been seduced by the high salary, but maybe it wasn’t worth it.
Maybe it wasn’t worth it at all.
She knew she was getting ahead of herself. She hadn’t even meant her employer yet and already, she was making assumptions and jumping to conclusions about him.
Maybe she should give him a chance first.
But deep down, she knew exactly what she was getting herself into.
Even the job description had said that this was not going to be an ordinary job. She had leapt at the money but more so than that, she had leapt at the chance for an adventure. She was suffocating in New York City. It was the same old work routine every day and she desperately needed a change, a new adventure.
She just hoped that this adventure wasn’t going to be more than she could handle.
*
IV.
Laura looked at the approaching ranch in the distance. It was more than just a ranch. It was a mansion. The sunset splashed orange and red and purple on the structure and made it look romantic and imposing at the same time.
So this is the famous Pleasure Ranch, she thought.
Taye drove them right up to the entrance of the mansion, stopped the limo, and opened the door for them.
Laura and Rosie got out while Taye went to fetch their luggage.
As soon as she stepped out of the vehicle, a dry desert wind blew right through her and Rosie. They both squinted when bits of sand entered their eyes.
Surrounded by the stifling and sultry evening heat of Texas, Laura took a moment to get her bearings.
Alright, this is it, she told herself. Whatever you do, don’t be nervous.
She couldn’t believe that she had been so brave and gutsy to embark on this new adventure.
Taye placed both suitcases on the ground.
He tipped his cap. “It has been a pleasure serving you, Laura.”
Then, he looked at Rosie and did some close-up magic. He pulled a toy rose out of his sleeve and handed it to her. “For you, little girl. One of two very beautiful passengers I had the privilege of driving today.”
He glanced at Laura, as though to make sure she knew that the other beautiful passenger he mentioned was her.
With a giggle of delight, Rosie accepted the rose.
Taye looked at Laura with his green eyes. “Until next time, Laura.”
He was about to leave when he turned around again. “Oh, watch out for the boss. He’s a little eccentric. If he does anything you find uncomfortable or inappropriate, you let me know.”
He handed a card.
Laura took it. “Thanks, Taye, but I’m sure I can handle him.”
But still, she couldn’t help but think what kind of inappropriate stuff her new employer would do to make her uncomfortable. But then again, she was a mother. She had had a child. After that, she was certain she could handle anything.
Taye nodded, gave her a killer smile, got back in the car and drove off.
Rosie was playing with the plastic toy rose. “Did you name me after the flower?”
“Yeah, baby,” said Laura. “Sure did.”
She stood there and looked up at the entrance.
The door was carved from some kind of expensive marble.
She looked at her daughter. “Well, I named you after my favourite grandmother, but she was named after the flower.”
Rosie smiled and pointed to the departing limo. “I liked that man. He was nice.”
“Yeah,” agreed Laura. “He was.”
She was still standing there.
That was when she realized that she was stalling for time. She didn’t want to go through the door yet. Sure it represented change and adventure, but it was also unknown to her and it was human nature to resist change and fear the unknown.
Come on now, she told herself. You’re a big girl. You’re even a mother. Mothers are brave and strong. They have to be...for their kids.
With a deep breath, she took Rosie’s hand and together, they approached the door.
She rang the doorbell.
A few minutes later, an unpleasant-looking heavyset woman opened the door. She had a mole on her cheek and thick eyebrows that almost connected in the middle, giving the appearance of one connected eyebrow. Her blond hair was set on her head in the shape of a bun.
“Yes? Who are you?” she said with a heavy Russian accent.
“I’m Laura...” said Laura.
The woman frowned. “Oh yes, the new maid. Come in.”
Laura dragged her luggage into the house.
“I am Olga,” said the woman, adjusting the blue apron that was too small for her. “The Head Housekeeper. I am your immediate superior. You will report to me at the end of the day.”
Then, she noticed Rosie, who was huddling behind the legs of her mother.
“What is this?” Olga said, pointing at Rosie. “No children!”
“Max said it’s OK,” said Laura defensively. “He even sent two tickets to me.”
Olga scowled. It was as though frowning and scowling were the default expression for her face.
A deep rich voice came from above. “It’s OK, Olga.”
Laura looked up. There on the marble staircase, underneath the crystal chandelier was Max.
He looked exactly like he did in his picture.
He was a stereotypical cowboy. He had short blond hair, a sharp, angular face with a fine yet trimmed golden fuzz and light blue eyes. He was wearing a cowboy hat, complete with a pair of torn blue jeans and a leather jacket that was open at the upper chest, just wide enough for Laura to see his sparse blond chest hair. He was even sporting a pair of leather boots with spurs.
“You must be Laura,” he said, his voice gruff and monotonous.
“Yes,” Laura said. “You must be Max.”
The cowboy stood tall, a good 6’1. He was at least 200 pounds.
Laura was immediately attracted to him.
On my god, she realized in horror. I have a crush on my boss.
But she couldn’t help it. He was exactly her type.
She liked what she saw. She most admired the shape of his body. It was a typically masculine body, with wide shoulders and a broad chest. He was wearing nothing under his sleeveless jacket, so she was able to see a lot. He had two thick arms that bulged with his biceps and triceps, and a row of chiseled abs that just wouldn’t quit. Her eyes sank lower still. His torn jeans left nothing to the imagination. His tanned, tree trunk legs were ripped.
Max the cowboy stared her straight in the eyes. She was hypnotized by the gaze of his blue eyes. She felt naked and vulnerable, because his gaze saw right through her. He must have known she was nervous about taking the job.
Slowly, he sauntered down the fancy staircase. There was something about his gait that was devastatingly attractive to Laura, a mix of masculine cockiness, arrogance and dominance. It was clear he was an alpha male and he knew what he wanted. He did not need to nor would he ask permission to take it. Hence, he had no need to walk so quickly. Slow and easy was the way to go.
As she approached, Laura ogled him some more. She noticed that he had really big features. His blue eyes were big, his chest, shoulders and muscles were big, his head was big, his arms and legs were long and big, even his throat was big.
Everything about him was big.
She tried to swallow, but her throat was dry.
She was beginning to notice that there were a lot o
f attractive men in Texas.
When he was finally down the stairs, he dismissed Olga. “You may retire to your room now, Olga. Let Laura rest tonight. You can show her the ropes tomorrow.”
Olga nodded. “Good night, sir.”
Then, she glared at Laura and then left the main lobby.
Laura knew what kind of supervisor Olga was going to be. She was going to be a bossy and mean supervisor and Laura would have to figure out how best to deal with her.
Max chuckled. “Don’t let Olga scare you. She’s always like that to new employees. She likes to scare them into compliance and obedience.”
Laura inhaled deeply. Up until that point, there was no scent in the room, but Max changed all that. His scent was uniquely masculine: a combination of faintly sweet cologne and sweat, as though he had been out working hard and sweating in the fields under the sun.
Laura refused to allow herself to like him or any other man. She was simply there to do a job, no more and no less.
Max took notice of Rosie. “Hi there, little girl. What’s your name?”
“Rosie,” said Rosie, from still behind her mother’s legs.
“Well, Rosie, how would you like to go to a place where you can play with lots of other little girls and have good things to eat all the time and learn about all sorts of interesting things?” asked Max.
Rosie’s eyes lit up. “Yay!”
“Wait a minute,” said Laura. “Are you sending my child away to a boarding school?”
“At my expense,” said Max proudly. “I’m very pleased to be able to offer this to all my employee’s children.”
“But she’s so young. She’s only six,” protested Laura.
She didn’t want to be separated from her daughter.
“Don’t worry,” assured Max. “Rosie will be sent to Morningstar Academy, the best boarding school in the world. You’ll get to see her on breaks. It’s only an hour away, on the outskirts of Dallas.”
When she still hesitated, Max added, “It’ll be for the best. She’ll be educated by the finest minds in the world, which would guarantee her acceptance to a good Ivy-League school, which would guarantee her a future. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? For her future?”
Laura knew Max had a point there.
Laura bent down and whispered to Rosie, “It’s all for the best, honey. I’ll see you during breaks.”
Rosie smiled. “Bye, mommy. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby,” said Laura, blinking back tears.
She hugged Rosie.
Then, an Asian maid in uniform came and led Rosie away.
Max nodded. “Don’t worry. She’ll be in good hands.”
He took out some papers from his pocket. “Now, before I show you to your room, there are some administrative things we have to do.”
He handed her a piece of contract. “This is the standard contract.”
Rosie scanned it. It mentioned standard things like rates of pay, vacation days and benefits. At the very end though, there was something that made Rosie hesitate.
Clause F read The employee agrees to one year of employment. If the employee works for less than one full year, she agrees to forfeit all pay received up to that point.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“Oh, that’s standard,” said Max. “Think of it like a lease. I paid for both your plane tickets to come out here. I’ll be paying $40,000 for Rosie’s annual tuition at Morningstar Academy. I don’t want to go through all this trouble only to have you leave me so soon. That wouldn’t be fair to me.”
Laura nodded. She supposed he had a point there.
“That’s very generous of you, sir,” said Laura.
“Please, call me Max,” the cowboy said.
“OK, Max,” said Laura. “But how can you afford all this?”
“I own several corporations,” replied Max. “I have interests in various diverse sectors, like ranching, telecommunications, broadcasting, manufacturing and real estate.”
He adjusted his cowboy hat. “But don’t you worry about how I can afford this. All you need to worry about is doing a good job as a maid. As you can see, I have a large house and it needs plenty of help.”
He pointed around at the same time that his voice echoed in the hallway, as though to prove that this was indeed a large house.
“And now, before you sign the contract, there’s one more thing,” he said. “I need to test something. Do you have that red gossip ring with you?”
At the mention of the sex toy, Laura blushed. “Yes, I was wondering what that was for.”
She took it out.
Max grabbed it from here and then pointed at her vagina. “Take off your underwear and spread your legs. I’m gonna ram this up your pussy.”
“What?” said Laura.
She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It was so rude and vulgar.
“All new employees have to do this,” said Max. “I’m going to clip this vibrator onto your clitoris. You see, I control the vibration via this remote control.”
He showed her a small black device. “When you are good, I will reward you by turning it on and stimulating your clit. When you are bad, I will punish you by turning it on and stimulating your clit to the point where it hurts, but it’ll hurt so good.”
Laura stood there, dumbfounded. This was degrading and humiliating. She couldn’t believe what she was being asked to do.
She had assumed that Max would be a pervert, but she hadn’t expected that he would be into BDSM too.
She was speechless.
Max said, “I want to see if you can stand it. If you can, then I’ll hire you.”
She remained silent.
Max frowned. “If you want to leave, you can leave, but you can’t work for me without doing this.”
Laura stood there still.
Max sighed. “Looks like if I want something done right, I’ll have to do it myself.”
Without asking for permission, Max unzipped the crotch of Laura’s jeans, took off her pants and then ripped off her panties.
V.
Laura now stood there, the lower half of her body naked.
Sure, she was offended and indignant that he was undressing her, yet, she was aroused at the same time.
There was something very manly and masculine about the way that Max was treating her. She hated the fact that she liked being dominated like that, but she couldn’t help it. It was hardwired in her to like men that were rough to her. Tommy was like that too.
Then, Max clipped the gossip ring/vibrator onto her clitoris.
“Ow!” cried Laura.
The clip-on vibrator stung her clit, but it felt good.
Max then pressed a button on his remote control.
The vibrator began to vibrate, pleasuring her clitoris. It was at the lowest level, so the low-intensity sensation was just right.
A quiet humming sound filled the room.
It feels so good down there, thought Laura.
She was slightly surprised. She had never used a vibrator before. Now, she wished that she had. If she had known it would feel this good, she would have gone around all the time with a vibrator attached to her clit, even at work at McDonalds.
As the stimulation continued, she noticed she was starting to get a bit wet too.
She tried to stifle a cry of delightful pleasure, but it felt too good. It was like her vagina was getting a massage, or a feather was tickling her private parts.
She let out a soft moan.
Max grinned. “That’s it. Just stand there and enjoy it.”
He then turned the intensity up.
The vibration reached a whole new level of strength.
It started to hurt Laura’s clit.
It was like dozens of needles were being inserted into her clit.
Laura let out a wail of pain.
Fuck! she thought. But it still feels so good.
The pain eventually dulled.
And that was when it s
tarted to feel really good.
It was as though her clit was getting an intense massage.
It must be the release of endorphins, thought Laura.
She cried out again, which only seemed to elicit smiles from Max.
It was like he got off on hurting and abusing his young maids.
“God, I love it when you moan and groan,” he said. “There’s nothing more sensual than a young maid being introduced to the pleasures of clitoral stimulation.”
He gave her a once-over. “I take it you’ve never played with yourself down there?”
Laura shook her head. The vibrator was giving her clit so much pleasure that she couldn’t even talk.
The cowboy pressed a button on the remote control that turned the intensity to the maximum level.
The pain hurt so much that Laura shrieked.
“Fuck!” she cried.
She was a proper girl and didn’t normally swear, but the intense sensation made her forget her ladylike manners.
She bent her legs in a v-shape as though she desperately had to pee.
When the sensation became so overwhelming that she could no longer stand up, she dropped to her knees.
She made a loud clack when she hit the Italian marble floor.
Her face was scrunched up, twisted in pleasurable agony.
Her eyes were barely open.
Her mouth was clamped shut.
Max started to laugh.
His low and sexy laughter filled the whole hallway.
Although it was painful, Laura desired more. In fact, she wanted more and more and never wanted it to stop.
“Don’t stop!” she managed to choke out, as tears stung her eyes. “Don’t stop!”
“Don’t worry, Laura. I won’t. I really get off on pleasuring the young maids,” said Max. “It’s like a traditional hazing ritual that every maid has to go through in order to be initiated as a new employee.”
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccckkk!” Laura’s voice echoed throughout the vast hallway.
Max’s laughter grew louder.
“Harder! Stronger!” Laura cried.
She couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. It was so unladylike of her.
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