The Arrangement, Volume 1

by Sharla Saxton

“Can’t, honey,” said Max. “This is the maximum level.”

  She screamed bloody murder.

  He bent down so that he was at head-level with her. “If you can’t stand it, just tell me and I’ll shut it off. But this would also mean you’re weak and I don’t hire weak girls.”

  “I’m fine,” she cried.

  He chuckled. “Alright, alright. I believe you.”

  He allowed the machine to run for the next few minutes.

  And for the next few minutes, all that could be heard was Laura’s wailing.

  Soon, he turned it off.

  The pleasurable stinging sensation on Laura’s clit soon faded away, eventually becoming a faint throbbing sensation.

  But Laura could still feel it long after it had gone, sort of like a pleasant aftertaste.

  She stopped yelling.

  As sweat flooded her forehead, her cheeks reddened.

  She was so god-damned embarrassed.

  This had never happened to her before. There had been so many firsts that night. She had never really played with her clitoris, and certainly not at that level of intensity. She had also never performed in front of anyone before, let alone a hunky cowboy like Max. She felt like such an exhibitionist.

  Grinning, Max surveyed his new employee. He was obviously taking pleasure in abusing and hazing her.

  “I’m glad you liked it,” he said. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

  Then, he shouted into the end of the hallway. “Ping!”

  The same 20-something Asian woman appeared at the end of the hallway. “Yes, sir?”

  “Show our new maid to her room,” ordered Max.

  “Yes, sir,” said Ping.

  Max then leaned in close to Laura’s ears and whispered, “Great job, honey. I loved how you moaned and groaned there. It really gets me going. I’ll be doing that to you every now and then to to keep you on your toes.”

  Then, he represented the contract and a pen to her. “You have passed my test. Please sign here.”

  Still lying there like a heap of clothing on the floor, Laura took the pen.

  She couldn’t believe what had just happened. This was indeed unlike any ordinary job.

  She had reservations and doubts about working for Max, but at the same time, she realized just how much she liked his abusive yet pleasurable policies. It kept things interesting. In fact, she couldn’t wait to be humiliated like that again. It hurt so good.

  Laura signed the contract.

  “Great,” said Max. “Oh, and don’t bother trying to take it off. This vibrator has a GPS tracking device. I’ll know if you take it off. Then I’ll fire your sweet ass.”

  Her breathing still out of control, she looked into Max’s face.

  There was something malevolent and sinister in his eyes. He got off on hurting and abusing and humiliating others. It was evil to say the least.

  He chuckled and slapped Laura’s ass.

  As he walked away, he said, “Welcome to the Max Power Corporation, honey. It’s gonna be a fun ride.”

  Ping hurried over to her and bent down. “You alright, Laura?”

  Laura looked up at her fellow servant. Ping had high Asian cheek bones, kind almond-shaped dark-brown Chinese eyes and long black hair tied back in a ponytail.

  “Yeah,” said Laura. “Thanks.”

  “Our boss is like that,” explained Ping. “This whole vibrator clit thing. Every maid has to do it before she’s hired. It’s like a hazing ritual. He gets off on humiliating and abusing people. That’s what billionaires with too much time on their hands do. I hope you’re not too scarred or traumatized.”

  “No, I think I’ll manage,” replied Laura, getting up.

  To say that she had been expecting such perverted sexual practices from Max wouldn’t be an understatement. She just never expected him to be like that so soon.

  But she was determined to prove that she was strong and there was no way she was going to leave now, after only ten minutes. She now had a high-paid position and besides, she had her daughter Rosie to think about. She was doing all this for her daughter.

  Ping took her by the arm and helped her up.

  “Come with me,” she said. “I’ll show you to your room.”

  Laura grabbed her luggage and hauled it with her down the hallway and then followed Ping.

  “So, tell me. Is the pay really that good?” said Laura, making conversation as they were walking. “$50 an hour? And the benefits too?”

  “Yes, everything you read in the contract is true,” said Ping, turning left. “It’s just that you should be prepared to entertain Mr. Power’s whims.”

  “Whims?” asked Laura.

  “Sexual fetishes,” replied Ping. “Once, he made me clean his penis with a sponge while the other maids watched. He got such a hard erection from it that he made two maids jerk him off for immediate release. And of course, all the other maids watched as he squirted cum in torrents all over the place.”

  “Oh god,” said Laura.

  But she wasn’t really dreading it. In fact, engaging in such fetishes and sexual play after so many years of abstinence excited her. She wondered what kind of other sexual acts and fetishes Max would require of her.

  The mansion was so huge that it took a good ten minutes to reach her room.

  “Well, here we are,” said Ping, opening the door.

  Laura peeked inside.

  The room was filled with two rows of three beds each. They were lined up like coffins. There was only one bathroom.

  “There must be some kind of mistake,” said Laura. “I thought I was getting my own room.”

  “Why would you think that?” said Ping.

  “This is such a giant mansion. Surely there must be lots of empty rooms,” said Laura.

  “Oh, sure there are,” said Ping. “But Mr. Power likes all his maids to sleep together. He can’t really make us fuck each other, but he’s hoping that since we’re all in the same room, there would be plenty of opportunities for some girl-on-girl action. He gets off on thoughts of lesbianism.”

  Laura had never slept with other woman before, and the thought slightly revolted her. It did, however, make her rather curious.

  But still, this was an outrage. The sleeping arrangements simply wouldn’t do.

  She turned around and fled.

  “Wait!” shouted Ping. “Where are you going?”

  “To find Max,” said Laura.

  She knew herself. She would go crazy having to share. She had shared her room and bathroom with a roommate one semester and she had to make Caitlyn leave as soon as the semester was up. Caitlyn was messy and dirty and as a neat freak, Laura had almost gone insane.

  *

  Laura wandered into the gigantic living room.

  A huge library faced the wall. A grand piano sat at the centre of the room. Several ottomans were scattered just outside the entrance.

  Max was reclining in a comfortable armchair.

  Before she could lose her nerve, Laura said, “I don’t want to share a bedroom and a bathroom with the other maids.”

  Max looked up from the report he was reading.

  “OK,” he said, putting down the report. “I have an idea. How would you like your own house next to my mansion?”

  “What?” she asked, startled.

  She wasn’t expecting that.

  “All you need to do is let me fuck you up the ass,” said Max with a straight face.

  *

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