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pascal_curious) wrote2009-04-03 03:58 pm
Chapter 15: Proud Recipient of the Hairy Eye
Amber was sitting on the floor with Andromeda playing with the Wibbly Wobbly Wabbit Head when there was a knock at the door. She hadn’t been expecting any deliveries or any visitors. She put Andromeda in the Pack ‘N Play with her Wobbly Wabbit Head and went to the door. Standing on the other side of the glass was a bachelor’s dream come true; a lovely young girl in a French maid’s costume. Amber thought for a moment that it might be a strip-o-gram for one of the guys. The girl’s skirt was almost obscenely short. The tops of her black thigh high stockings peeked out beneath the frilly black skirt. Amber considered not answering the door for a moment. She didn’t want to be stripped for, at least not by someone of the same gender. As offensive as she found the idea, Amber opened the door to greet the young woman.
“Is there something I can do for you?” Amber asked politely.
The young woman smiled and held out her hand in greeting.
“Hi, I’m Genesis. I’m from ‘Maid For You’. I’m here to provide cleaning services for Pascal Curious. I do have the correct address, don’t I?”
It was then that Amber noticed the bucket and cleaning supplies on the walk behind the girl.
“Yes,” Amber said, still slightly shocked. She couldn’t imagine where Pascal might have found this particular cleaning service. It was quite upsetting to her that any company would send out their personnel dressed in such costumes. They had to be setting back women’s rights at least 50 years.
“I’m sorry,” Amber apologized. “No one told me you were coming.”
Amber accepted Genesis’ hand and tried to shake it warmly. “Come on in,” she said, opening the door to allow Genesis to enter. “Do you need help bringing anything in?”
“Oh, no. I can manage. Thanks for offering though.” Genesis picked up the bucket and cleaning supplies. Amber was happy to note that she had bent at her knees to pick up the things. She didn’t really want to know if Genesis was wearing panties, a thong, or nothing at all.
Genesis entered the bunker and sat her supplies down inside of the door. She surveyed the house and smiled.
“This should be easy,” she said. “It looks pretty tidy already. Are you Mrs. Curious?”
Amber smiled and felt the tips of her ears grow warm.
“No. I live next door. I help out by babysitting Pascal’s daughter,” Amber explained. “My name is Amber, by the way.”
“I’m sorry,” apologized Genesis. “They usually don’t tell me who to expect when they give me a new assignment. You can call me Genny. If you could show me around a bit I can get to work so I don’t get in your way. I’m also going to need a key for the front door for occasions when no one is home.”
Amber took Genny on a short tour of the house and answered any questions she had. When they reached the living room, she went straight to the Pack ‘N Play.
“Oh, what an adorable baby!” she exclaimed. “What’s her name?”
“Andromeda. She is Pascal’s daughter,” Amber explained.
“She has such gorgeous dark eyes. Do you think Mr. Curious would mind if I held her for a moment?”
“No, not at all,” replied Amber. She was surprised that Genny had not inundated her with questions on Andromeda’s atypical appearance. Genny gathered a curious Andromeda into her arms
“Hello sweetheart,” Genesis cooed as she cuddled the baby. “Do you know if Mr. Curious is related to Jenny Smith?” she asked Amber.
“I think that Jenny is his sister. Why do you ask?”
It is just that she looks a lot like Jenny’s son, Johnny.” Genesis explained. “They have the same sort of, well, complexion. I thought they might be related.”
“I guess they are cousins,” said Amber, resisting the ridiculous urge to break into the theme of ‘The Patty Duke Show’.
Amber watched Genesis play with Andy for a few minutes, trying to decide if it would be rude to ask Genny about her ‘uniform’.
“Genny,” she finally said. “Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”
“You can ask, but I can’t guarantee that I will give you an answer. It depends on how personal it is,” Genny answered as she tickled Andy’s tummy.
“I was just wondering if you maybe feel a bit exploited by having to go to work in that uniform?.
“Oh, not really,” Genesis explained. “I think it bothered me a little at first, but I changed my mind after a while.”
“Really?” asked Amber, intrigued. “What made you change your mind?”
“Well, it helps a little that the agency I work for pays two Simoleans more an hour than the other cleaning service in town. Mostly, it doesn’t bother me because a majority of the people I clean for are at work when I am cleaning their houses. There are a few elderly gentleman on my route that are always home. They usually don’t need much cleaned, but they are lonely. They are always so sweet to me that I don’t mind. I figure if I can give them a couple hours of companionship and make them smile by showing a bit of cheek it doesn’t seem so bad.” Genny laughed as Andromeda made a grab for her long dark hair. “It is a bit uncomfortable to work in this getup though. I hate having to pick things up off the floor. The uniforms that the guys wear are just as bad. They have to wear these skin tight pants. Some of them stuff socks down the fronts of their pants.” Genesis laughed to herself at the thought.
“There are guys that work for your company?” asked Amber, suddenly very interested.
“Oh, yeah.” Genesis smiled. “If you live here on Cover Up Road you are on Xavier’s route. He’s not bad looking but he doesn’t like girls,” she told Amber with a wink. “You would probably want someone else. Someone who shows a little interest, right?”
Amber blushed. “No, that’s okay. I don’t really think I need any cleaning hel…”
“Oh crap!” exclaimed Genesis, looking at her wristwatch. “I really have to get busy, I have three more houses and two apartments to clean before I am done today.” Genny handed the baby over to Amber. “Thanks for letting me hold her.”
“No problem,” replied Amber. “Let me know if you need anything.”
Amber decided to put Andromeda down for her nap a bit early. Best to keep out of Genny’s way, she thought.
Try as she might, Amber was not able to keep out of Genesis’ way. When Amber tried to read a book on the sofa, Genesis needed to fluff the pillows on the sofa. When she tried to watch the TV, Genesis needed to dust the screen. Amber even managed to get under foot while getting a glass of water from the kitchen. In a last ditch effort stay clear of the frenzy of cleaning that was Genesis, Amber decided to grab the watering can from under the sink and take refuge in Lazlo’s greenhouse. Amber swore she could see a trail of sparkling clean bubbles behind Genesis as she walked past the greenhouse door. Kind of like those scrubbing bubbles on TV, she thought.
Amber occupied herself by watering and pruning Lazlo’s many plants. She was impressed by how dedicated Lazlo was to his plants. There was hardly a dead leaf or faded blossom to be found. She was watering Lazlo’s favorite plant when she saw his car pull into the driveway. She waved at him through the greenhouse window as he walked past.
“Hey, thanks for watering Mary Jane for me,” Lazlo told her with a wink as he leaned against the door jamb.
Amber smiled back. “I was just trying to escape Hurricane Genesis. This is the only place I could find to hide.”
“Hurricane what?” Lazlo asked, confused.
“Genesis. She is your new maid,” Amber explained wryly.
“Oh, that. I was supposed to tell you about that. Sorry,” he apologized.
“That’s okay. Just stay out of her way. She is a cleaning fiend,” Amber warned him.
Amber continued watering while Lazlo inspected Mary Jane. He looked pleased with the plant’s progress.
“Do all of them have names?” asked Amber.
“Not all of them. Just the special ones,” he told her with a grin.
“I understand.” Amber smiled at him.
Gawd, she has such a pretty smile, thought Lazlo. “Amber?” he queried.
“Hmm?”
“I know you have been spending a lot of time over here lately.” He paused for a moment before proceeding. He felt a bit nervous. It was a feeling he didn’t experience often. It was ruining his concentration. “I really like having you around; we all do. I was just thinking that I would like to have you around, you know, more often. I was wondering if you might like to, some night when you aren’t watching Andy, go out for dinner with me. Maybe we could se a movie afterward, or we could just have a picnic under the stars… or something.”
“Oh, Lazlo. You are so sweet,” Amber lamented. “I really like you a lot…”
“But?” Lazlo interjected.
“I really mean it,” she said earnestly. “I am very fond of you.” She paused and chewed her bottom lip in thought for a few seconds. “I don’t think it would be very fair to you if we went out. I mean, we would be together but my heart would be with someone else,” she explained.
Lazlo half smiled. “I understand. Don’t worry about it. I know you loved your husband very much. It is only natural…”
“But it’s not that,” she interrupted. “I really think I am ready to, you know, find someone else. I just…” She paused and chewed again. “I need to ask you something, Lazlo.”
“What is it?” he asked with genuine concern.
“Well, there really isn’t any good way to ask. I just need to know.” She shifted uneasily on her feet and looked at the floor.
“Is your brother gay?” she blurted.
“What?” Lazlo asked. He wasn’t sure he had heard her properly. Then he remembered the four hundred simoleans he and Vidcund had won from the girls in the payroll office.
“You mean Pascal?”
“Damn!” she deplored and turned away from him, still looking at the floor.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Lazlo asked, putting his hand on her shoulder.
She turned to face him. “You have two brothers but you immediately knew I meant Pascal even though I didn’t say it. Obviously, he must be.”
Lazlo found himself trying not to laugh. “Well, I have been asked that before.” He wondered why it was that big of a deal to her. Then, in a moment of clarity, he got it. “Do you mean to say that you have a thing for Pascal?”
Amber thrust her hand over his mouth. “Shhh! I don’t want the whole neighborhood to know, especially if I was the only one who didn’t know that he is gay!”
Lazlo clamped his mouth shut to keep from laughing. The resulting snort only made it harder for him to contain his mirth. “If I tell you he is gay, does that mean you will go out with me?”
Amber gave him the dirtiest look that he had ever received. He had often heard of the hairy eye and wondered what it looked like. Now he knew.
“Right. Don’t piss off the redhead or you will get a ficus up your…”
“Lazlo, please?” she pleaded.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I promise you, Amber, he is not.” He finally allowed some of the laughter to escape. “You should see his internet porn collection.”
Amber looked more confused than relieved. “Then why doesn’t he…I mean, I am fairly attractive aren’t I?” She looked to Lazlo for validation.
“Drop dead gorgeous,” he assured her.
That brought a tiny smile to her face. “Then why doesn’t he seem to recognize that I am crazy about him? I am always trying to flirt with him and I give him a big hug every time I see him.”
“Lucky bastard,” mumbled Lazlo.
“Does he just not think I am pretty? What do I have to do?”
“I seriously doubt that,” he told her. “It’s not you, Amber. I think that he sort of gave up on women a long time ago and threw himself into his work. Why don’t you just tell him?”
“I can’t do that. If he is going to go out with me I want it to be because he wants to, not because he thinks that is what I want. He is so kind hearted, I think he would rather go out with me, even if he wasn’t interested, rather than hurt my feelings.”
There was something to her argument, thought Lazlo. That was something Pascal might do. “So I guess you wouldn’t want me to say anything,” he deduced.
“You can’t!” she insisted. Suddenly she felt like she was fifteen again and talking about boys in the girl’s lavatory. The acoustics in the greenhouse even sounded like those in the girl’s lavatory.
“Well, you seem to have a real conundrum. I think you should just walk up to him tonight and snog him.”
“Be serious!” Amber punched him playfully in the arm. “Please promise me that you won’t say anything to him.” She added as an afterthought, “and don’t have Nervous or Vidcund tell him either. I could see you looking for a loophole.”
“I promise, but you have to make me a promise in return. Promise me that, if he never pulls his head out of his ass and you decide to give up on him, you will go out with me.”
Amber smiled. She stood on tip-toe and kissed Lazlo on the cheek. “I promise.”
“All this watering has made me need a pee,” Lazlo announced as he took the empty watering can from Amber’s hand.
They left the greenhouse together, Lazlo headed for the bathroom and Amber to check on the baby. Lazlo pushed the bathroom door open as Amber walked around him.
“Woah!” he shouted in startlement. Bent over the toilet, scrubbing vigorously with a brush, was Genesis. “Sorry.” he said and pulled the door closed. “Wait a minute,” he said to himself. “Why is there a really hot ass in my bathroom?” He opened the door a crack and peeked in.
Amber rolled her eyes. “Your Maid,” she reminded him, even more wryly than before.
“Ohhhh!” Lazlo exclaimed in sudden comprehension. He grinned devilishly.
“Hey, I’m Lazlo!” he announced as her burst into the bathroom. “Nice to meet you.”
Amber laughed. At least she would be able to inform Pascal what kind of panties his maid had been wearing.
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And thanks. Now I'm wondering about Pascal's porn collection. Whatever the kink, I'm sure it's VERY well organized.
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So let's hope he'll get his "head out of his ass" ;)
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I always thought the maid outfits were skanky too but I kind of like them *blushes*.
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