Free Use Maid Pt. 05

*disclaimer: this isn't the steamiest of chapters and story tags reflect the series as a whole*

Chapter Five

Raisa

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I whisper to myself as I slide out of my now soiled uniform to shower.

Scarlet is here. The stepdaughter.

The number one rule I'm supposed to keep. She's here and I saw the way she looked at Adrian in the doorway.

My life is about to be made a living hell and I don't know what I'm going to do about it.

"Dominique is going to kill me."

I turn on the water and climb in the shower, letting the hot water turn my skin bright red as I try to think about my options. I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. The one thing I do know is that I have to keep Adrian as far away from Scarlet as I possibly can. And I can't be that obvious about it, either.

Does Adrian know that one of my rules is to keep the two of them apart? I doubt it. How does someone have a conversation like that with their husband?

Dominique told Adrian about the arrangement between us, but I think the details about the list are exclusive to me. Which means if I'm right about that, I need to be discreet. I need to keep Adrian distracted enough so he doesn't even want to fuck Scarlet.

A truly impossible task.

Scarlet is fucking gorgeous. I've never been interested in women before, but I'm not blind. I can see why Dominique was worried. Scarlet is the spitting image of her, 30 years younger. Of course Adrian would be attracted to that. Any warm blooded man would get a look at Scarlet and immediately picture her naked.

She's tall and leggy with the kind of flowy blonde hair that women show hair stylists when they go in for a trim. That's not even mentioning that she has a perfect face and a model-like figure. I could see her walking down the runway in Paris Fashion Week easily.

I scrub my scalp thinking about it, suds from the shampoo running down and stinging my eye. Is it weird that I feel a little bit jealous of her?

Don't get me wrong, I don't have feelings for Adrian in the slightest. He's good looking and from everything I've experienced with him so far, it's been fun. But this is a job. This is the leg up in the industry that girls like me don't get. That's all this is.

But I'm hot. I'm young and I've got a good body. On top of that I'm contractually obligated to fuck him any moment of the day whenever he wants. How is that not enough to hold his attention?

But then again, men always want what they can't have. Scarlet is the off limits temptation that Adrian daydreams about. She's always been kept just out of reach and now she's here without anybody standing in their way.

The only thing that will be keeping the two of them apart is me.

And I'm in the shower right now rubbing shampoo out of my eyes.

The thought of that makes my blood run cold and I hurry up. Any moment where I don't have my eyes on Adrian is a moment that he could do the unthinkable. I scrub my scalp and condition my hair while I hurriedly wash my body. My heart is racing by the time I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my chest.

I nearly slip on the tile floor stepping out of the tub. I'm far too preoccupied with the major problem at hand to focus on miniscule things like puddles.

Maybe I could get Graham, the cook, to help me?

Oh, what the hell would I say to him? Sure, he knows there's something going on here but he doesn't know the full extent. I'm sure telling him that I need his help to make sure the man I'm hired to sleep with doesn't sleep with his stepdaughter will make me sound a little crazy. Graham is going to think this is a madhouse and he's going to quit and the one person that I might actually be able to become friends with here is going to leave.

I open the bathroom door and nearly fall backward onto the floor when I see Scarlet sitting on my bed with her legs crossed in front of her. My heart was already racing before but it's in my throat now.

"Jesus you scared me," I say, bringing a hand to my chest as I look at her. She smiles and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to distract from the envy I feel.

Of course, up close, she's even more stunning. Her eyes are so blue and so clear they look like diamonds and the smile looks so innocent and coquettish that Scarlet actually looks like an angel. Knowing what Dominique told me, I have a feeling she's far from it.

"Sorry, I guess you weren't expecting me to be here," Scarlet says, uncrossing her legs and leaning back on her palms to stare at me. I stand in the doorway of the bathroom not quite knowing what to do. A part of me thinks I should go back because I'm only half-dressed and she's just staring at me, but I don't move. "I can say the same thing about you."

"I suppose you weren't told about me being hired then," I say, slowly walking toward the wardrobe to grab a uniform. Pulling it out of the closet in front of her feels even weirder. She saw me in the middle of fucking her stepfather earlier, but seeing my slutty work costume somehow makes this all the more embarrassing.

"Does my mom know you're here?" Scarlet asks, raising an eyebrow as she looks at the tiny white maids outfit.

"She does. She hired me, actually," I admit, laughing softly under my breath. It must sound insane to her. "She knows about me and... your stepdad, too."

"I'm surprised, but I probably shouldn't be." Scarlet takes a deep breath and sits up straight, running her fingers through her hair. She does it so smoothly that I have to wonder if her hair is made of silk. If I did that on myself, even though my hair is pin straight, it would get stuck in some kind of a tangle.

She's too perfect.

"Did she pick out your... uniform?" Scarlet asks with a scoff. I look down at it in my hand and nod my head. "Well, don't be shy. Get dressed."

She raises an eyebrow and watches me like I'm going to drop my towel and get dressed right in front of her. I just nod my head and take a few steps toward the bathroom door, but before I can cross the threshold she clears her throat.

"Honey, I've seen enough of you already. Don't be shy," she says, her voice laced with authority and condescension. It's the kind of command that can only come from someone who's grown up with a silver spoon in their mouth.

It reminds me of the fact that I work here. Even though I'm not actually polishing silver and doing the dishes, this is my place of employment. Scarlet is a member of the family here, so she's technically one of my employers. She knows that too.

I bite my tongue so I don't say anything that could potentially cost me this whole job and turn around with a smile. I drop the towel and stand in front of her completely exposed, beads of water still dripping from the ends of my hair.

Scarlet surveys me like cattle being shown at a trade fair. Her eyes move from my face all the way down to my toes, lingering on my breasts and vagina along the way.

"At least they have good taste," Scarlet says, a wry smile on her lips as she locks her eyes back on mine. "Go on. Get dressed. I'm sure you've got work to do."

"Is there anything I can help you with?" I ask before I put on my uniform. Right now, I don't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing me in it.

Scarlet's lips curl into a wider smile and she lets out a laugh. I feel heat creeping up my skin at the idea of being laughed at by someone like her. It only makes me like her less.

"Are you asking me if I want to fuck you?" Scarlet asks.

"No." I shake my head, not able to control the way my cheeks turn bright red.

"Don't get me wrong, you're hot and I play for both teams, but I've got my eyes on someone else." Scarlet leans back on the bed again, her eyes still watching me as I pull my uniform off the hook and start dressing in it, desperate to do something other than just stand here. "But you already know that, don't you?"

"Adrian, yeah," I say.

"So what's he like in bed?" Scarlet asks, making herself comfortable enough on my bed that she's moved to lie flat on her stomach with her feet kicked up in the air like we're at some kind of slumber party just talking about boys. "I've always been curious. I've always thought Adrian was hot, and Hollywood is a pretty small town. Adrian's fucked practically every intern he's ever had but none of them would ever tell me about him."

"You asked them what your stepfather was like in bed?" I ask, not able to hide the judgment in my voice.

Scarlet laughs and laughs her head. "I've been dying to know."

I get it now. She's a little bit crazy.

"Adrian's never exactly been discreet about his affairs. I can't even tell you how many times I've been in my room only to hear him making an intern or a maid scream his name. It always sounds like they have a lot of fun." She pauses and looks at me in my uniform now that I'm all dressed. "It looked like you were having a lot of fun earlier too."

"I'm not supposed to talk about this," I say, clearing my throat and straightening my spine.

"Oh, come on. This is just girl talk," Scarlet says, a nice, pleasant smile on her face. When I don't give in, it falls and I see nothing but a spoiled, contemptuous look on her face. "Do you like working here? Because I can take that away from you. I'm being nice, but I can be mean."

I don't say anything but I nod my head to acknowledge her. I doubt she could call Dominique and tell her the situation to get me fired, but Adrian might be more than willing to be alone with her. It's definitely within his power to terminate my contract.

"Now, I want details. What does it feel like to fuck him?" Scarlet asks again.

"Um... It--it's good," I say, gulping as I look anxiously around the room. "He definitely knows what he's doing."

"Duh. The man fucks anything with a pulse, of course he does. I want details." Her eyes bore into me and I take a deep breath. I just need her to leave this as is, but she won't.

"He's huge," I say, shaking my head while I think about something that'll satisfy her. "Like the first time we did it, it kind of felt like I was being ripped in half. At first, anyway."

"Then?" Scarlet asks, eagerly sitting up. She moves aside and pats the bed beside her gesturing for me to sit down. Surprising even myself, I do.

"It was my first time. Ever. So he was a little gentle and he just stayed inside of me," I explain, searching my brain for all of the details of our first time together yesterday. "Eventually the pain went away and it just felt incredible."

Scarlet bites her lips and lays back on the bed, prepping her feet up on the headboard. "That's so hot. Have you blown him?"

Oh good lord. She's never going to stop, she?

"Uh, yeah," I admit, blushing. "A couple times, actually. It's good. He's a little rougher with that."

"Mmm," Scarlet moans, taking a deep breath with a wistful smile. "I know he is. I've seen him do it a few times. Did he grab your head and hold you in place to face fuck you? He did that to some college intern once by the pool while my mom was in Seattle on business. I watched from my balcony the entire time. Has he gone down on you?"

"Yeah."

"He looks like he's good at it, too. The intern was practically in tears when he made her come," Scarlet says, her hand slowly moving from her stomach down her body to land between her legs. "I touched myself watching him eat her pussy imagining it was me. I was 19 at the time and I almost ran down stairs and undressed right in front of him. I've wanted to do that hundreds of times over the years."

She closes her eyes and presses her hand hard against her core, licking her lips as she squeezes her thighs together.

I'm not going to lie, I've never been that interested in women before, but seeing this is definitely turning me on. I have an urge to reach out and touch her, I can't even imagine what Adrian would feel if she did this in front of him.

I'd be out of a job in an instant.

"I've only been with two guys my whole life, and neither of them have ever turned me on the way Adrian does. They've never even come close to making me feel the way Adrian did that intern." Scarlet pulls her hand away from her pussy and rests it on her stomach again. "I've thought about what it would be like to fuck him a thousand times. I fall asleep nearly every night imagining his tongue between my legs. I have to have it."

I don't say anything as she sits up, tossing her legs over the side of the bed, and takes a deep breath. She looks over her shoulder at me, no smile on her face but there's no malice or hint of her own status or privilege in her eyes. I see a girl who likes a guy but can't have him. It's honestly a little sad if you ignore the demented part of it all.

"I don't know the whole story about why you're here, but I imagine my mom wants you to keep an eye on him. Trust me when I say it's in your best interest not to get in my way." Scarlet stands up and walks to the door, lingering by the door frame for a moment as she turns around and faces me. "I've wanted this for a long time. Stay out of my hair and I'll make it worth your while."

She leaves the room before I can ask any questions or refuse whatever vague offer--or threat, I'm not quite sure where we've landed--she's given me.

"This is what I get for thinking this would be an easy job," I say, falling backward on my bed and pressing my palms against my eyes.

Dominique was right. Scarlet is going to cause a lot of trouble. I just don't know if I'm going to be able to stop her. I might as well start looking for another job.