“Goddamn it,” Maya muttered, staring at the glaring ‘DECLINED’ message on her screen. She let the phone drop onto her mattress and rolled over to scream into a pillow. She knew there was no money left in her account, but the insult of having to actually face that fact was a bridge too far. All this over a stupid pair of shoes she didn’t even need anyway. 

“Hey,” whispered one of her roommates from the doorway. “Shit, are you sleeping?”

She cursed silently into a mouthful of pillowcase. “No, just laying here. What do you want?”

Kelsie hesitated. She’d drawn the short straw for everyone’s least favourite household chore - collecting rent from Maya. “Well, uh, it’s just…it’s the 28th, and the girls and I were wondering if you maybe had, umm…”

“Oh my god,” Maya moaned, flipping over to face the nervous woman at her doorstep. “This shit again?”

“Well, it’s just…you know, the same shit that comes around every month. We all have to pay it, it’s in the lease, and Angie’s parents are talking about maybe getting her a different place so we really need…”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. Whatever. Fuck.”

“So, like…you’ll have it?”

Maya gave the girl an overly sweet smile. “Do you mind pulling my door shut when you go? Thanks.”

Kelsie made several flustered noises before doing as she was asked, leaving Maya to the relative peace of wondering how the fuck she’d make rent this time around. She’d never get away with last month’s racket again; there were only so many times you could get away with blaming a missing laptop on the building maintenance crew, and something about pawning stolen MacBooks felt slightly beneath her. She could always go back to selling pictures of her tits to horny losers, but they always ended up getting so pushy, and she hated watching her phone blow up over and over with dumbass “Where’s the video I paid you for?” bullshit. It was exhausting. 

In reality, she knew what the answer was, she just didn’t want to admit it to herself. 

“This is actually such fucking bullshit,” she groaned, logging into her laptop angrily. 

If those bitches were going to get so hung up on their precious rent, then she’d just have to suffer the indignity of getting a stupid job. 

*******

Maya flicked the butt of her roach into a manicured bush, drawing a dirty look from some old fuck driving by. The car looked about as expensive as everything else in this yuppie-ass neighbourhood. She knew this place would be too rich for her blood as soon as she pulled up the bus routes to get here; the nearest stop was over a half mile from the secluded boulevard, which was a surefire sign that the residents had petitioned the city to keep ‘undesirables’ like her away from their pristine lawns and tarted-up trophy wives.  

$4 of ginger box dye had done miracles for her hair, and a shirt borrowed from someone’s laundry pile had turned her into a passably womanish person again. Angie had even let her borrow some makeup for the occasion, citing her enthusiasm for getting Maya a job as reason enough for her complicity. Maya checked her face in a makeup compact one last time as she made her way up the long driveway. She looked good. She looked really good. 

“Hi! You must be Maya; come on in!” 

The woman was almost exactly what she’d expected; tall, thin, blonde, and at least 50% filler or silicone. The hug she offered Maya was genuine enough, but her deep-seated resentment for the upper class soured her mood further. Surely she was just being polite to flaunt her perfect life or something. 

“I’m Olivia, I think we spoke on the phone. I’m so glad you made it!”

Of course they’d spoken on the phone. Dumb broad. “Yeah, that was me,” Maya said, forcing a smile. “Thanks for reaching out; I was really hoping to hear from you.”

“Oh, aren’t you just the sweetest thing! Well come on in, you can slip your shoes just there, and I’ll show you the house a little bit, how does that sound?”

Maya gritted her teeth and invited the woman to lead on. 

The house was enormous in the way that new money McMansions always were; large, soulless rooms and unending beige hallways leading nowhere interesting. Olivia was obviously proud of her builder-grade heap of uninspired grey stucco, but Maya worried that she would run out of polite comments about its splendor by the 4th identical all-white bathroom. 

“And my husband’s office is just at the end of the hall there, but he prefers to have that room left alone. He’s a little particular about having his space for himself.”

“What does Mr. Romans do?” she asked for the sake of sounding interested.

“Jake? Oh, he’s in, uh, finance. Some kind of money thing, I don’t know.” Olivia waved off a ditzy giggle. “He’s explained it to me a hundred times but honestly I can never remember. He’s hardly even home all that often anyway. Lots of travel!”

“That must be hard, having him away so much.”

Olivia made a face like she couldn’t work out what Maya meant. “No, not really. I keep busy when he’s not here.”

Maya nodded with a polite smile, wondering what a woman like this could possibly keep busy with. She doubted Olivia had worked a day in her life. 

“Anyway, if that sounds okay to you then we’d love to have you start Monday morning. Is that doable for you?”

“Of course, yeah. And is the, um, you know…”

“The advance! Yes, hang on one sec,” Olivia fished an unmarked envelope out of a stack on the counter and passed it to Maya. She struggled not to snatch it from her. “There is just one more thing. I hope it’s not too much.”

Maya, already thumbing through the stack of $50 bills excitedly, looked up curiously. “Anything, yeah.”

“Okay, it’s just…if it’s super weird, please just say so.” The woman opened a closet nearby and produced three very pristine and very cliche-looking maid outfits, all recently pressed and dry-cleaned immaculately. “Would you mind wearing a uniform? Just while you work; you can totally leave them here and change into them when you get here.”

Mr. Romans must have been some kind of freak, for real. Nobody in his office, his wife all done up with nowhere to go, and his cleaner in a kitschy little costume? The dude had to be neurotic in the kind of way that a girl could really cash in on if she played her cards right. Then again, if he was never home…

“I…yeah, yeah. That’s fine, really. Not a problem. I just hope they fit!”

“Don’t worry,” Olivia said, “they will. I sized you up from your Instagram, and I’ve got a pretty good eye for these things.”

These things? Things like figuring out how to stuff a girl into a maid outfit based on her private pictures? Maya wondered if Mr. Romans was the oddball here at all. 

“Sounds great,” she replied. “I’ll be seeing you Monday then.”

*******

A thousand bucks in hand was more than enough to clear her share of the rent, and another $200 three times a week meant that her credit card balances started to look less and less like phone numbers. That said, Maya had never been properly domesticated in the strictest sense; the use of a vacuum was as foreign to her as the concept of saving money, and Olivia’s good humour was the only reason she learned the proper use of their dishwasher. Scrubbing the toilets was self-explanatory enough for her to get a handle on, but doing it with her boobs jammed up in that god-awful apron was a menace. 

“Maya? Hun? I’ve got some lunch down here if you want some!”

Maya scrubbed her bangs off her face, wiping sweat and toilet water off her brow before peeling out of the heavy rubber gloves she’d been given to use. “Well, that’s about as clean as when I started,” she muttered. “Coming!” She readjusted herself in the skirt and apron before heading downstairs. 

“Hey cutie,” Olivia said. The woman was obsessively fitness-oriented, riding her Peleton for hours on end and only ever breaking to eat once she’d worked herself into a sweaty exhaustion. Maya would have made off with a few pairs of her yoga pants if she thought her ass would come anywhere close to fitting into them. “How’s your morning?”

“Good,” she said, settling into a shockingly bougie platter of cut fruit and cubed cheese. “Just wrapping up the last of the bathrooms. I’ll probably run the vacuum upstairs after this if you’re cool with that?”

“Very cool with that,” Olivia replied with a grin. Though far from old, she definitely had a few good years on Maya, and found the younger woman’s casual, working-class grammar endlessly amusing. Maya’s determination to resent her had softened somewhat, but only just. 

“Super. I’ll throw a few loads in too; I think I missed a hamper in the guest room by Jake’s office last time I was here.”

“Oh!” Olivia exclaimed, “Let me give you this then.” Abruptly, she peeled her tight-fitting workout top off and set it next to Maya on the counter. “Might as well throw that in too.”

Maya missed getting the next strawberry into her mouth as her employer’s sweaty torso filled her field of vision, Olivia’s expensive-looking tits straining to explode out of the damp sports bra that she’d crammed them into. Maya reckoned she could have bounced a quarter off the things. Where she was soft and chesty, Olivia was all tight skin and taut muscle. 

“Sure,” she offered. “No problem. Will there be anything else?”

Olivia grinned at her and took a long sip of water. “No, not today. Just make sure to leave the uniform with the others and I’ll run them to the dry cleaners so they’re good for next week.”

Maya nodded and got up to go back to work, only turning as Olivia called out to her. 

“Oh, sorry hun. One more thing. Jake is going to be home for a few days next week. He usually works with his office door closed so there’s a good chance you won’t run into him, but it’s best to make sure he isn’t disturbed; we can just skip the vacuuming for a few days while he’s here so the house is good and quiet for him, yeah?”

She was fully convinced that he must be some kind of control freak by then, but this just sealed the deal. “Yeah, no problem.”

*******

As predicted, the man of the house was nowhere to be seen during Maya’s Monday or Wednesday visits to the Romans’ house. But for the occasional creak of a floorboard or softly shutting bathroom door, she’d have never even known he was there at all. 

“Hey,” Maya said, stepping out onto the pool deck. “I brought you some lemonade.”

Olivia roused as though she’d been sleeping - a favourite afternoon indulgence of hers. The woman’s bronzed body glistened with a thin sheen of oily lotion, causing her reclined frame to practically glisten in the sunlight. 

“God, you’re too good to me,” she said, taking the offered glass. 

Maya squinted in the bright light, taking stock of the wide expanse of featureless green lawn. “It’s so nice out,” she remarked. 

“I know,” purred Olivia. “I gotta soak it in before summer is over again. I hate seeing the pool all closed up every year. Not that it gets used all that much.”

“I’ve seen you in it plenty,” Maya pointed out. 

“Yeah, me and nobody else.” She sat up and wrapped herself in a sheer coverup that did little to hide the immaculate body underneath. “You should bring your suit next time and stick around after you’re done. Might as well get some perks while you’re here.”

Maya had almost come to feel sorry for the woman these past few weeks. She seemed to have a bit of a social life, but most of her days were spent working out and lying by her pool alone. Obviously, her husband wasn’t much company. She’d married up, and most of her friends were still working or had embarked on journeys that included motherhood and everything that came with that. Overall, she seemed lonely. 

“I think I can manage that,” she replied. “You’ll have to wear your sunglasses though; I’m pretty pale right now and I’d hate to blind you.”

Olivia snorted. “Oh please, shut up. I’m sure you’ll look great. Bring your stuff next Wednesday and we’ll take a dip. That way you won’t have to worry about Jake trying to catch a peek.”

Maya frowned at the comment. “Is he known to do that sort of thing?”

Olivia cast her eyes up towards a window where the shades were just falling back into place. “Oh, from time to time. I think he likes the view.”

*******

Maya had to admit a fondness for Olivia in time. Despite the uniform’s constant reminder that one was paying the other, Maya found her to be a fast friend and generous employer. Their Wednesday swims became a bit of a tradition, as long as her husband was away, and Maya was beyond flattered when Olivia started slipping an extra bill into her pay here and there. 

“Go on home a little early,” she’d say, “and make sure you treat yourself a little. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Maybe it was the generosity or the guilt of knowing just how lonely Olivia was, but Maya really couldn’t deny how attached she’d become. Sticking around a little later to make sure their clothes were nicely pressed, or spending just a little more time on the grout in their en suite shower felt less and less like a chore and more like a favour for an old friend. The woman was personally impressive in ways that Maya was continually surprised to realize too; an accomplished pianist, she also let slip that she’d studied dance classically well into her early twenties, and that she spoke Spanish and French fluently thanks to some time abroad after college. 

“All wasted now,” she’d lament. “Just stuck bumming around this place alone all day.”

“Come on now,” Maya would chide. “What the hell am I? Garbage?!” It never failed to soften Olivia’s dour moods, and Maya got used to making her smile in a way that felt rather nice. 

If it had felt any more like sexual attraction, Maya would have been left with no choice but to admit her crush. 

On the other hand, Jake Romans was almost entirely as advertised. Almost. 

“Miss,” he’d called out sometime during her third month in their house. “Do you mind shutting my door if you’re going to bang around like that?” Maya closed the dryer door softly and padded down the hallway to comply. 

“I’m sorry,” she said, trying to hide her prying glance into his office as she reached for his doorknob. He never left it open. “It won’t happen again.”

“No, hang on,” he demanded. “I’m sorry; come in here a sec.”

An average-looking guy, Jake dressed surprisingly well for someone on a work-from-home day; his button-down shirt and tie cut his frame handsomely, and in a way that made his otherwise unremarkable look feel halfway refined at least. A close-cropped corporate-chic haircut and thinly framed glasses made it obvious that he was indeed some manner of finance dude. 

“Anything I can help you with?” she asked. Her friendship with Olivia made it hard to sound polite; it was difficult not to dislike the guy for the simple fact that he was nowhere near good enough for her friend. 

“Maya, right?” 

She nodded. 

“Right, yeah. Well, I just wanted to say how sorry I am that we haven’t had a chance to connect; Livie says you’re doing such a great job around here and I gotta say…the house looks just great. Seriously, you’ve been such a huge help. We both really appreciate it.”

Maya searched for something to say, completely off-put by the man’s…decency? Humanity? “Oh, well, uh. Yeah. No problem, really. I’m happy to help, for real. And your wife is just so lovely, honestly. It’s a real pleasure to work here.”

He pursed his lips in satisfaction, only souring the moment by letting his eyes wander across her body for a moment too long. Still, she could hardly fault him for it; she’d obviously been told to wear the blouse, skirt, and apron for his eyes only. “Right,” he said with a short cough, “that’s all for me then. Just wanted to say a quick ‘hi’ and ‘thank you’ is all.”

Maya bobbed a ridiculous curtsey, feeling put-upon to perform for the guy she was obviously here as eye candy for. “Any time,” she said, turning to leave and pulling the door shut behind her. 

Fucking creep. 

*******

For once, the apartment drama was not Maya’s fault. 

“It was your fucking boyfriend that started the fire you fat bitch!” Angie screeched. 

“Well, your dumbass boyfriend was the one who dumped water all over the stove like a moron, cunt!”

Kelsie, ever the mediator, tried to calm Angie and Sara. “I don’t think it matters whose fault it is right now; the fact is that we’ve gotta be out of here by the end of the week. They already said we could have the more expensive place upstairs as long as Mike and Gavin don’t fuck anything else up.”

Maya rolled her eyes while the others all shot murderous looks at one another. “How much more is it?”

“It’s not bad,” Kelsie said. “Like a hundred more per person each month.”

“Meh,” Maya said. “Could be worse, I guess. I’m fine with it if y’all are.”

“Ha!” barked Angie. “Tell her the other part, Kels; go on!” 

“Well, uh…” the mousey girl began timidly. “We do still owe them for the damages. So they want, um,” she gulped hard, “they want five grand.”

*******

Maya scrubbed a hot tear from her cheek, furious all over again about knowing she was on the hook for something entirely not her fault, and pissed at the pressure to decide if she was going to bother staying with the girls at all after they voted unanimously to split the cost evenly. It wasn’t her fault their fucking boyfriends were too stupid to deep fry a pickle without setting the place on fire. She’d been squirreling away a decent little bit of change, but she knew that getting her own place would still be a stretch. It was all such fucking bullshit. 

“Hey cutie petutie,” Olivia said, leaning in the doorframe of the downstairs laundry. Maya was grateful that her back was turned; she’d be damned if she thought the other woman needed to see her crying. “What’s happening?”

“Just laundry day,” Maya croaked. She knew she wasn’t hiding her anger well. Something about the layers of apron fabric was just making her skin crawl today. That and the fact that her roommates were fucking stupid. 

Olivia didn’t miss a thing. “Oh, hey, uh uh, no. What’s this?”

She took Maya by the shoulders and gently brought her around, sighing sympathetically at the puffy red eyes that met hers. “It’s nothing, honest. I’m fine. Really. It’s just some stupid shit at home. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t…”

Olivia shushed her insistently, taking the towel from her hands and dropping it to the floor. “Hell no,” she said, “not in my fucking house. Come on, patio time, you and me.”

Maya didn’t argue, though the outfit was excruciatingly hot in the midday sun. The cold beer Olivia passed her made up for it slightly. 

“Alright, come on then, missy. Spill. Boys? Family? Money?” 

“I really shouldn’t,” Maya said, picking at the label in embarrassment. “It’s not your problem at all.”

Olivia reached across the patio table to clutch at Maya’s hands in a warm gesture of sympathy, carrying on only when the younger woman looked back up at her. “Listen, babe, you’re my girl okay? I got you. Whatever it is, it can’t be bad enough that I can’t help make it go away. Yeah? Yeah. So come on, let’s have it then.”

Maya sighed, frustrated that she’d even bothered to try keeping her friend out of the mess that her life had become, and slowly started to explain what was keeping her mind off the work that she was being paid for. 

“I’m sorry,” Olivia began once the story had unfolded, “I’m not hearing the part where any of this is your fucking problem. Like, it sounds an awful lot to me like the idiot who set the grease fire should be the one paying for the grease fire, no?”

“You’d think so, wouldn’t you?” Maya replied sheepishly. 

Olivia wrinkled her nose in thought. It was interminably cute. “Well, I guess a lease is a lease; trust me when I tell you that a decent contract is a real bitch to get out of sometimes.”

“Tell me about it,” Maya sighed. 

Olivia chewed the end of a manicured nail briefly, deep in thought, clearly rolling something around in her mind. Looking furtively up at Jake’s office window, it was nearly a full minute before she finally broke the silence between them. “Ah, fuck it,” she said.

“Fuck what?”

“We’ll get there,” she replied, much to Maya’s curiosity. “Listen, you know I love you, right?”

Maya nodded. “And I love you.”

“Right, lots of love. That being said,” she continued, “I have a problem. It’s a bit of a legally binding kind of problem, and I don’t think there’s any other way I’ll get myself out of it on my own.”

Concern brewing, Maya sat up straight. “God, Liv, tell me. Anything!”

“I’m gay,” the other woman blurted out, finishing with a snort and clapping her hand to her mouth.

“What?!”

“Well, pretty gay. Like mostly. I don’t know, it’s…a thing. For me. Right now. Whatever.”

“I mean, that’s definitely something, but it’s not illegal or anything. Wait…”

Olivia slapped the table as Maya trailed off, the unspoken question painted plain across her face. “Fuck, shit! Oh, god, sugar! That…oh fuck, I am so sorry. Honey, listen, you are like…SO beautiful, but you’re not…it’s…it’s someone else.”

Relief washed over Maya, who plowed on before stopping to ponder the twitch of something that might have been disappointment under further scrutiny. “Okay! Okay, that’s…that’s good. I mean, I would have been flattered but…yeah. Okay.”

Olivia laughed the tense moment away with a wave of her hand. “It’s my trainer,” she whispered, “Dani.”

“No!” Maya blurted out before she could clap a hand over her mouth. “Like…you’ve…”

Olivia shot another look upstairs to make sure they weren’t being listened to. “So much. Like so, so much.”

“Livie!”

“Shhh,” she chided. “He can’t find out.”

“Well obviously!” 

“No, like he absolutely cannot. Not yet.”

“Are you leaving him?”

“That’s the plan,” she replied. “But I’ve got this stupid prenup.”

Maya made a shocked face, stunned by her friend’s devious implication. “You little fox! Oh my god,” she leaned in, “you need him to leave you so that you get paid.”

“Fuck,” Olivia laughed, hiding her face in her hands. “That makes me sound like such a gold digger!”

“Well!”

“No, I mean, you’re bang on. But it’s not just leaving me; his only concession in the contract was a two-way infidelity clause.”

“He has to cheat,” Maya said without missing a beat. The girl grew up on the streets; she knew a good racket when she heard one. 

“Bingo.”

Maya grinned. “Tell me what you need.”

*******

It was like taking candy from a baby. 

Olivia shared that the outfit, while definitely meant to catch Jake’s eye, had been her idea all along. She’d been fishing for a chance to catch him out for half a year before finding a trove of maid porn on his work computer, the incident prompting his ‘nobody in my office’ rule when she’d failed to come up with an excuse for being on his computer in the first place. 

“I know he’s had his eyes all over you constantly, we just need something I can take to my lawyer. Anything compromising will do, but please shut that shit down if you feel like things are getting too heavy; I won’t ask you to fuck him or anything.”

Maya blew herself a kiss in the mirror and snapped the lid back on her lipstick. “Never you mind how we get there, just let me take care of everything for you, got it?”

“God, I love you,” Olivia gushed. “You’re actually a lifesaver, for real.”

“Love you too,” she returned. “The camera is on?”

“It’s up on the shelf, so it’ll catch the whole room.”

“Shelf, got it. Wish me luck. How do I look?”

“Like sex on a fucking stick,” Olivia laughed, slapping Maya’s thick ass with a crack. Her friend’s side piece looked nothing like Maya did, but she stood up a little straighter at the compliment anyway. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

“Knock knock,” she said, pushing Jake’s office door open a crack to show her face.

“Maya, hey. Come on in, what can I do for…”

The bait had taken; Maya’s bare, freshly shaved legs had Jake’s attention by the horns. Leaving the stockings downstairs and rolling the skirt up an inch had done everything it needed to. 

“Olivia said you like a coffee in the afternoon sometimes, so I thought I’d run one up here. Sorry, I know you like your privacy; I can leave it if you…”

“No,” he blurted. “No that’s…that’s really nice. Thank you, Maya.”

She flashed him a warm smile that she had to work hard to fake well. The lean-in as she set the cup and saucer on his desk was shameless, but she knew that her tits were shockingly effective at getting what she wanted. She topped the move off by demurely looking away, affording him ample opportunity to ogle her plunging cleavage. The pushup bra was a gift from his own wife, but he didn’t need to know that. 

“Thank you, that’s just…just great,” he said with a small stutter. 

“Anytime,” she offered, straightening with a coy grace that invited his eager imagination. “Is there anything else you want? Anything you…need?”

He shook his head too slowly, obviously struggling not to chew his lip as he did so. “No, I think that’s fine. That’s just fine for today.”

She repeated the move as often as she could. His time away made the process slower than she would have liked to deliver for Olivia, who had started impatiently fucking Dani behind inconsistently closed doors even while Maya was at the house. Still, it was a bare month before he dared to brush his fingers against hers when receiving his cup, and less than two weeks later that he risked a hand on her thigh. She rolled the skirt higher. 

“Maya, hang on a minute,” he finally urged. 

“Mr. Romans?”

“Oh jeez. Please, ‘Jake’ is fine.” 

He was nervous, but she was too close to let him get squeamish now. “Sure, Jake,” she said as the door clicked softly shut. “What can I do for you?”

He beat around the bush forever, waffling back and forth about what he was after until she was sure she’d need to take a run at him another day. The skirt couldn’t get much shorter; something had to give sooner or later. 

Luck was on her side that day though, as the horned-up bean counter finally got around to what he’d fixed his mind on. 

“Jake!” she whispered in false shock. “That’s…gosh, that sounds so…dirty!”

He winced, knowing he’d risked an awful lot in voicing his desires. “Please,” he uttered. “It’s just all I can think about. I swear, just…just give me this and I’ll, I don’t know. You want a vacation? We’ll bring you along to St. Kitts this year; Livie would love it.”

She bristled at the mention of Olivia’s name, steeling her nerve by imagining her best friend with a mouthful of muff and living her best life six months from now. 

“Well,” she cooed, tugging at the hem of her skirt for dramatic effect. “Maybe we can work the details out later.”

His face lit up like a kid at Christmas. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she purred. “There’s just one problem though.”

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t very well sit this big, fat, juicy ass on your face while you’re in your chair now, can I?”

The pig squealed like a hog in a mud puddle the entire time she pulverized his face with her ass, grinding her bare asshole against his nose and lips until he was sure he’d pass out. She spotted the tiny black lens of Olivia’s spy camera tucked behind a signed baseball and blew several kisses toward it, mouthing a trio of “I’m sorry”s as her thick thighs enveloped the dorky pervert’s head. His cock practically tore free of his slacks, standing out in stark relief against the thin grey fabric. 

“Is that good, Jake? Hey? How’s my dirty little hole taste?”

“Mmm Mm MMM!” came the muffled reply. 

“I can’t hear you,” she replied, intent on teasing some shame into him while she was here. “You actually LIKE having your face buried in a fat, sweaty ass? That’s kinda fucked up!”

Jake scrambled to undo his pants blindly while Maya sat atop her perch mercilessly, arms crossed on her chest as his squirming jostled her here and there. The wet patch that had bloomed on his trousers foreshadowed the gooey sight of his modest dick springing free. Maya blinked in surprise at the realization that his tongue flicking back and forth between her thighs actually didn’t feel all that bad. She felt obligated to experience some guilt at letting a married man devour her ass and pussy, but her pact with Olivia made the entire thing at least halfway bearable. 

“Mm Mffn Mmmm!” 

“What?” she asked in a haughty tone. "Jake, I can’t hear a thing when you’re too busy eating my asshole like that. Use your big boy words.” She sat forward a pinch to give him some air. 

“No!” he panicked, “Sit back down, please! I’m gonna cum!”

She laughed throatily and did as she was told, enveloping his face again entirely, letting her full weight bear down on his unfaithful nose as she watched his prick sputter and spurt all over his slacks and shirt.

With a tap on her thigh, Jake let Maya know that he’d exorcised his demons sufficiently. “That was…incredible,” he panted, tucking his jizzy shirt back into his ruined pants. “Seriously, you’re a fucking goddess.”

She smirked openly. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, Jake. You certainly know how to treat a girl’s ass and pussy. Your wife is a lucky girl!”

He winced at the jab. “Well, you’d have to ask her about that,” he said, opening his wallet and rifling through it before plucking out a few bills. “Or maybe don’t, and we can keep this between us?”

“Very good, Mr. Romans,” she said, tucking the $37 into her bra. 

*******

“It’s no good,” Olivia said. “Lawyer says it won’t stick.”

“That’s bullshit!” Maya said back into the phone perched on her shoulder, attention fixed on the toenail she was trying to paint. “What part of having his maid’s bare pussy on his chin while he jacked himself stupid doesn’t hold up?”

Olivia barked a laugh into the phone, whispering quietly to someone in the background. “I don’t know,” she replied. “Seems pretty fucking ironclad to me.”

“Is someone there?”

“Oh, just Dani. Say ‘hi’ lover!”

“Hey, hot stuff!” came Dani’s voice over the line. "Sorry, you went to all that effort for nothing. I can’t believe he only tried to buy you off with thirty-seven bucks! We really appreciate you trying anyway!”

“Why do you say it like that?” Maya asked. “You’re acting like we’re giving up!”

“Hun, listen, we love you to death, but we’re not asking you for anything else. We did our best, but anything more would be too fucked up.”

“Shut it,” Maya said. “You two deserve a real crack at that fucker’s cash, and I want my end of the cut. So my ass didn’t get us where we’re going; so what!”

“Babe, come on,” Dani tried to interject. 

“Don’t you two worry,” she said, capping her nail polish definitively. “Two minutes in my mouth and we’ll be set for life!”

*******

Actually goading Jake into a blowjob was another thing entirely, though. 

“My ass again?” she asked, standing in nothing but her apron. 

Jake grinned up at her from his spot on the floor, dick hard and glasses off. “Please, Maya? You know how much I love it?”

“You’re nothing if not consistent,” she sighed, swinging a leg over his face to afford him a scrumptious view between her legs. “But I really think you’d like what I can do with my mouth, seriously.”

“Next time,” he insisted, pinning his arms next to his side as she lowered herself down. She was a little embarrassed to admit that she’d at least gotten used to having a tongue up her butt; she told herself that the promise of a fistful of dollars was what her pussy was wet over, but not every orgasm had been fake since they’d started their little afternoon routine. 

“Fuck, Jake,” she grunted, sliding her bald pussy over his tongue again. “That’s fucking good. Let me see you beat that cock for me, hey? Stroke that fucking thing while I use your face to cum. That’s a good boy, come on. Stroke it faster for me. Faster now.”

The man ate like a starving worshipper, slinging gobs of precum back and forth as he choked his leaky faucet like it owed him money. Wearing nothing but her uniform’s apron, Maya relished the feeling of her heavy tits bouncing free as she rode her little cash cow. 

“That’s it, baby, fuck my little asshole just like that, come on, get it up there.”

She reached under her apron urgently, mashing her fingers against the top of her glistening slit desperately. “Jake, oh fuck. Jake, Jake! I think I’m…oh FUCK!”

She drenched his neckline in a rushing gush of thin, filmy liquid as her thighs cramped and her tummy clenched painfully in the throes of her cumming, pitching forward until her face was right next to his cock. Even with half her wits floating in the rapids of her crushing orgasm, Maya decided it was time to take matters into her own hands. 

“Give me that fucking cock,” she moaned, throwing her head over to swallow the thing in one go. 

“MAYA!” he screeched, powerless against the wet, warm berth of her talented mouth. “God fucking damn it!”

She slurped away dutifully, shaking her ass above his face hypnotically as she did, and doubly so when he craned his neck to slam hungrily back into her pussy. 

“Eat me, come on, baby, eat my fucking holes while I suck you! Come on! GAH!”

For a desk jockey, Jake was shockingly agile; she was on her knees with his cock in her throat before she could account for his movements. 

“Hmmpf,” she grunted, “give it all to me! Yes, empty those balls in my throat! Please!” 

She egged him on between slurps, slobbering on herself more than was remotely necessary as she choked and gagged on his rod. She hadn’t blown anyone in a while, but the satisfying heft of a mouth full of cock was not an unwelcome reminder of how much she enjoyed the act. 

“Are you fucking playing with yourself under there?” he chided. “Dirty little fucking whore you are, huh?”

“Mhm,” she agreed as she bobbed on his pole. “Just a nasty little slut, that’s all I am! Now are you going to give me what I deserve? Hmm? Gonna fuck my throat full of your nasty cum? I think I’ve earned it, don’t you?”

He did, as it turned out, but not in her throat. Shoved onto her back, Maya was forcibly rolled over onto her tummy, hips tugged high into the air so that her ass was on shameless display. Hot ropes of Jake’s philanderous spunk went SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT against her back, ass, and between her spread cheeks. The hot river felt deliciously squishy running down over her asshole to drip against the wetly pillowed lips between her legs. 

As far as Jake was concerned, the performance had cost him a measly $227. Pocket change for Harley and Lloyd’s regional manager of acquisitions. 

Maya and her co-conspirators, freshly disentangled from a deliriously confusing naked watch party down the hall, knew far better. 

*******

“To us!” Olivia shouted, hefting a martini glass into the setting sun off their Santorini balcony. 

“To us,” echoed Dani and Maya.

“Girl, seriously. What the fuck would we have done without you. You’re an actual angel.”

Maya flushed deep crimson. The trio had grown closer than ever in the weeks and months of aftermath, to the point that Olivia and Dani had practically begged Maya to come on their victory lap of the Mediterranean. Maya felt like a bit of a third wheel through some of it, but the zeroes on the check she’d been cut had made it all worth it. 

“You two are so sweet,” she replied. “For real. I’m so happy this all worked out. I’d do anything for you, honestly.”

The pair shared a knowing look that Maya couldn’t have missed if she’d tried. 

“Well,” said Olivia, “It’s funny you should say that. You see, we’ve got this friend…”