CLEANER: Chapter Five - Part Eight

Lunchtime approached and as it did my own excitement developed, just to imagine serving Melissa as though she were really me.

I didn’t think anymore about Tommy’s phone call. I didn’t allow myself to.

Ordinarily Melissa did make a simple lunch for me most days she was in so it was an expected part of my duty, but there was no element usually of subservience. Of course there wasn't. This was the twenty first century. But... I loved the idea of serving her. I wanted to play the part of a loyal servant. I wanted to feel as though she were my... superior.

God, this was weird. I just couldn't believe I had such a kinky side.

But I very clearly did. And I yearned to feed it. The idea of doing so; of glutting on these experiences... It made the muscles either side of my spine shiver.

I wanted to do something special for her lunch. I went to the kitchen and looked through the cupboards; checked the fridge, squinting through my corrective lenses; closed them and went to the window. The foliage at the side of the house was a smear of greens.

What if I went out... like this... dressed as Melissa...? What if I went out in my dress and shoes; my wig and glasses...? What if I interacted with others like this? Went to the shop?

I quivered from head to toe, a rippling shudder of arousal that went right through me.

I closed my eyes, wetting my lips.

But no. I couldn't do that. I couldn't. What if somebody recognised me? What if I ran into a friend or worse, Katherine? No. I shook my head. Not possible.

However much I might... However much I might want it.

I put the idea of it out of my head and went back to the fridge. There was ensuing there, especially with the extra provisions I'd added to that bought in by Katherine. Sighing, I set to the task of making up a ploughman's: bread, cheese, some chutney, a bit of salad. I poured another tall glass of that thick succulent fruit juice.

I put It all on a tray with another doily and cut a flower from the vase on the windowsill; set it on the edge of the tray; stared at it for a long moment; straightened my pinny and dress; straightened my hair. Then I raised the tray and carried it out through the kitchen door, round and along the corridor to the pool room.

'Dahlia' was sitting on the edge of the pool with water pooling round her calves. my entrance caught her eye and she turned her head, her expression blossoming into a radiant smile.

"Excuse me miss," I said, noting the glimmer of further delight on her face and my own flutter of inner heat. "I've brought you your lunch."

"Ah... Good. Thank you Melissa," she replied, climbing up to her feet. "I'll have it over here." She gestured to the round metal filigreed table beyond the sun lounger.

"Yes miss," I said, taking the food across and setting it down.

Melissa took her seat, smiling in contentment. I stood back as she settled, witnessing the moment. She took up her cutlery and tucked in and the most wonderful feeling of warmth and peace settled over me.

I remained watching her, absorbing each tiny movement and scrape of her knife as she cut the bread and the cheese; spread the butter. I wished I could see better in the glasses but I didn't want to take them off. I was entranced by the movements of her fingers; the sight of the food being raised to her lips as I stood in waiting.

Then it slowly came to my attention that she'd stopped eating. She was watching me instead. I stood more upright, startled, feeling a little batter of embarrassment and guilt.

"Sorry," I said.

She raised her eyebrows.

I smiled and stepped back; almost curtseyed of all things. 

"Thank you for bringing my food through Melissa," she said, "but I don't need anything else. Perhaps you should get on with your cleaning."

"Uh, yes. Yes. I will." And then I did give a curtsy, feeling foolish and awkward. I backed up further, unsure what else to do or say, then I turned my back and left the room, not noticing the smirk playing across Melissa's lips.