In her maid uniform bikini, Ria looked smoking hot, and it was clear where, exactly, the twins inherited their looks. A far cry from the drab woman that had wandered into the aisle only a few moments (and questions) ago, also now looked the part of a maid with some proper flash in her attire, but beyond her uniform, what was her career actually like?
“I have some other questions about your occupation, if you have the time to answer them,” Jim said.
“Well, I suppose.” Ria posed proudly. As Jim had surmised, she quite clearly enjoyed her uniform and the way it showed off her mature body. “I’m not sure what there is to say, though. There’s not much glamor in housework, even if it does pay well.”
“Oh, but it’s not just about the money, is it?” Jim asked. “Given how long you’ve been a maid, I bet you really enjoy it, don’t you?”
“Well, I suppose I do,” Ria said. “There are worse jobs out there, after all.”
“Right, but it’s about what you enjoy,” Jim said. He stood back, casting his gaze as though he were fishing for a wild guess. “I bet…oh, I know. I bet you get a thrill out of being ordered around by your master.”
Ria’s eyes went wide with shock as a deep blush reddened her face.. Once again, Jim was on target. “I, uh…It is embarrassing, but…I do take…pride in doing as told.”
Jim nodded. It was clear Ria had a bit of a submissive side, but he prodded further. “And I bet you also get a thrill out of bossing around the younger maids on staff, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes,” Ria was quick to agree. “Someone has to train them and keep them in line, after all.” She sighed. “They can be such slackers, unlike my daughters.”
Ashe stifled a laugh. “Asian moms, right?”
Leigh playfully shushed her twin. “You don’t want a slipper to the head, do you?”
Jim smirked. It seemed Ria’s work ethic naturally carried over into raising the twins. “Does that include punishing the junior maids? I bet there are some that just seem bent on making you mad.”
Ria sighed. “I’ll be honest, I think some of them are…hentai. They want to be punished.”
“Sounds like you’d enjoy giving it as much as they do taking it,” Jim said.
Ria flashed her own smirk. “You said it yourself. I do get a thrill bossing them around, though they give me every reason. And besides…” Her expression turned warm, yet lurid. “...In our line of work, they should know that a master’s orders are what matters most.”
The twins just quietly giggled. Perhaps they had recalled some old family episodes stirred up by Jim’s questions.
Jim, for his own part, just imagined what Ria must have been like at work. Alternately submissive and eager to please the needs of the household and demanding exacting standards of the lower ranks, she was neither a strict dom nor sub, but was apparently quite the experienced switch.
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