Jim as Katie become Catherine the Maid: The Door.

Unending BE - episode 604005

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THE MASTER HAS no need to knock. Who could that be? Catherine thought.

Dutifully, Catherine strode to the front door with light quick steps, moving gracefully in her sturdy black stiletto heels. Reaching the door she paused and looked through the security glass.

Ah! It is the master's bon ami Richard!

Catherine turned the bolt to unlock the door and pulled it open with a smile.

"Ah, bonjour m'sieur!" She said. "It is Richard, is it not? Please come in."

The man's facial expression changed from bland relaxation to wide-eyed surprise. Catherine saw the darting flick telling her the gentleman caller reflexively considered her proud decolletage and pressed her lips together in an amused smile. She lowered her eyelids and tilted her head in the unconscious flirtation which came so naturally for her.

After a few heartbeats the man - the master's good friend Richard - came back to himself and lifted his eyes to her face with a question blurting from his (rather finely-drawn but very masculine) lips.

"Who are you?" He said.

"Your pardon, sir. We 'ave not been introduced. I am Catherine, the master's new maid." She said.

Rick's eyebrows drew together. He looked very puzzled.

"Maid?" He said.

Catherine reached for Rick's hand and drew him inside so she could shut the door. Rick, startled, tensed for a moment but allowed himself to be maneuvered into the entry hall by her deft touch.

Catherine quirked an amused smile and lifted one devastating eyebrow. She gestured at her service uniform with both hands, watching his eyes travel up and down and all around with the invitation.

Hah! She thought. I think he must like what he sees very much. And who could blame him?

"Ze maid." Catherine said. "I am for service."

"Jim didn't say anything about a maid." Rick said. "He can't -"

Catherine watched her master's friend stop suddenly and swallow whatever he'd been about to say. Ah, it wasn't her business to speculate.

He is quite the decently-constructed man... Hum, yes...

"Come." She said. "You must come in and sit down at least."

"Where is Jim?" Rick said.

Catherine turned and walked towards the master's living room. She was glad she'd been able to decently straighten the place before Rick's arrival. Rick followed automatically. Catherine imagined she could feel his eyes drinking in the swaying of her trim ass.

"The master is not here at the moment." Catherine said. "Here, sit. I will bring you a drink. A soda? Perhaps a beer?"

"No thank you." Rick said. "Don't bother, please."

"M'sieur, really." She said with another coquettish smile. "It is no trouble. I am for service. This is what I do!"

"Uh." Rick said.

Catherine, greatly daring, reached and placed her hands on Rick's chest and pushed.

"Sit. Sit!" She said. "Drink?"

Rick allowed her to guide him down to the sofa, where he sat on the very edge looking uncomfortable. She watched his eyes drop to consider her legs for a moment before he looked back up.

"Drink. Okay. A beer. I wouldn't mind a beer." He said.

Nodding, Catherine went to the kitchen and selected one of the cheap and low-quality beers the master preferred to drink. Making a face where no one could see her - she could not understand how the master could drink the stuff - she returned to the living room.

"Here it is, Master Richard." She said.

Rick was still sitting uneasily on the edge of the couch. Catherine eyeballed his hips and legs as she approached.

The master will not be back for hours...

She was unsure how she knew, but she was certain in her estimation. But this was the master's good friend and it was her job - it was her duty - to accomodate him just as she would the master.

And perhaps 'e will accomodate me too? Perhaps he will accomodate me several times, yes?

"Here it is." She said.

Rick reached out for the can, but Catherine drew it back, popping the tab before letting him take it.

"Th-thanks." Rick stammered. "You didn't have to do that."

"I am for service." Catherine said. "This is what I do."

She watched Rick take two quick swallows from the can.

"So where is Jim?" He said.

Catherine answered, busying herself around the room, restacking magazines she'd already stacked, running a hand across shelves she'd already dusted, taking great care to stretch and twist and lean just so, displaying herself to Rick with outrageous subtlety.

"He is out." She said. "I am unsure where he was going. He does not always confide in me."

Rick took another long pull on the beer, then set it down on the end table. Catherine tried not to frown. The can would leave a ring -

"How long have you been working for Jim?" Rick said. "What do you do?"

"Not long." Catherine said. "Or you would remember?"

"Oh yes." Rick said. He looked flushed.

"As to what I do? I am a maid. I clean, I cook, I wash... I take care of all of the master's domestic needs." She said.

Turning, she approached him with a smile.

Ah.

He was trying - she gave him that - but trying unsuccessfully to hide his growing erection.

"Jim's sort of a slob." Rick said.

"Yes. There are compensations." She said.

Catherine was almost close enough. She leaned forward at the waist and put her hands on Rick's knees. He started and looked up. She grinned a merry grin just before covering his lips with her own in a caressing kiss.

The vibration that ran through his body would have told her everything she needed to know even if she hadn't slid her right hand down his inner thigh and cupped his family jewels through the fabric of his trousers.

"Wh-" Rick said. "What are you doing?"

Catherine kneeled at Rick's feet and reached out, deftly undoing the man's belt and button fastener.

"I take care of the master." She said. "I take care of the master's friends too."

"Ah!" Rick said. "Oh oh oh!"

Catherine finished extracting Rick's cock from his pants. She looked at the throbbing member she held in her right hand and smiled - this time, a smoky smile that was meant to pierce Rick to the core.

"I am for service." Catherine said.

The beautiful young woman in the French maid's uniform put her left hand on Rick's chest again, and pushed back until he registered the message and lay back on the sofa. His knees relaxed. Catherine could feel his heartbeat pounding through his cock.

Catherine opened her mouth and lowered her head until she could take Rick's cock between her practiced lips. She was very, very good at pleasing men this way. She would do her best to please Rick.

"Uh!" Rick cried. "Ohhhh God...!"

What's going on? What's happened to Jim's mind? Is our hero still himself, or has the magic of the cock ring and the maid's costume made him wholly Catherine the maid?

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Mon Jul 21 00:47:15 2008

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