NAKED Cheerleader and other Stories by Kendall Swan

looking,
and single—what woman wouldn’t want to sleep with him?
     
    As Marie pulled the pillow cases off of their
pillows, she lingered with them, taking in their scent. His smell
was musky mixed with some expensive cologne. She enjoyed it. She
had been cleaning his house for three months now and found herself
craving more and more of those intimate personal details about
him.
     
    Her imagination had even gotten the better of
her one time when she was putting the sheets back on the bed. She
imagined herself in one of those silly black and white French
maid’s costumes with no panties on underneath. She had garters on
and high heels, as well—that attire being very conducive to
cleaning houses and all.
     
    While she was bending over the bed tucking the
sheets under, Mr. Roberts had come up from behind her and started
rubbing her exposed lips with his fingers. When she moaned, he put
his huge cock all the way inside of her, making her groan with
pleasure.
     
    In reality, she actually had been tucking the
sheets under but instead of a French maid’s costume, she wore her
usual jeans, t-shirt and flip flops. Mr. Roberts had walked in on
her as she was daydreaming about him. She let out a startled cry
when she saw him, feeling as if he had been able to look inside of
her head at the vision that was making her wet. He couldn’t,
though, and her cry had only made for awkward moment.
     
    Marie finished with her usual duties and had
just finished scarfing down a sandwich when Mr. Roberts joined her
in his spacious kitchen.
     
    “Marie, do you have a minute before you leave?
I’d like to talk to you about a proposition.” His tone of voice was
formal but his entire demeanor was relaxed. He had chiseled
features and only shaved a couple of times a week. The scruff added
to his sexiness in Marie’s opinion. He worked in a t-shirt and
shorts most days. Marie liked that about him. If you don’t have to
go to an office, why dress like it?
     
    “I do need to get to class pretty quick here
but I can spare a minute. What did you have in mind?”
     
    “Well, it’s a bit of an odd offer and I don’t
want to offend you in any way. Let me preface this by saying that I
think you do an amazing job and I genuinely enjoy having you
around.”
     
    Marie hadn’t been worried until then. While it
was a very nice compliment to her, it also sounded like she was
about to be fired. She was overwhelmed by the sinking feeling in
the pit of her stomach. She had to pay her spring tuition in two
weeks and couldn’t afford to lose any income right now.
     
    Sensing her fears, Mr. Roberts quickly began
reassuring her, “Don’t worry. I still want to you to be my
housekeeper. I don’t want to let you go or anything. This is
nothing like that. I just want to … add to your duties a bit,
that’s all.”
     
    “Oh, thank goodness!” Marie exclaimed. The fear
drained out of her quickly like steam coming out of a pressure
valve. She was visibly relieved.
     
    “Also keep in mind that with added duties comes
added compensation. I was thinking along the lines of triple what
you are making now.”
     
    “WOW!” Marie exclaimed before Mr. Roberts could
continue. “Triple? What exactly is it you want me to do? Pour tar
on your driveway or something?” Mr. Roberts laughed heartily at
that. Marie liked that he enjoyed her sarcastic sense of
humor.
     
    “No, no. It’s just. Well. I’m not quite sure
how to ask. I’ll just come out and say it. I want you to continue
cleaning my house the way you do now. Only I would like for you to
be naked while you’re doing it.” Mr. Roberts stared at her
earnestly while she pondered what he meant.
     
    Of all of the things she could imagine, that
was not it. Her first inclination was to say ‘No way, thanks for
nothing, have a nice life.’ But she couldn’t afford to be rash when
it came to money decisions. She decided to mentally list the pros
and cons of such a ‘duty.’
     
    The pros were