You sighed loudly, lost in thought about pondering what on earth you should spend your time doing today. Your loud sighs actually caught the attention of your maid, who had just entered the house. She walked upstairs and knocked politely on your door before coming in. She sauntered over to right beside you on the bed, and glanced down at you lying there.
“Is anything the matter Miss Harper?” The maid asked politely. Her name was Barbara, but everyone called her Barbie to avoid any confusion between her and your good friend. She had long blonde hair that was usually tied back into a long ponytail dropping almost all the way down to her butt, and a cute face. Speaking of her butt, Barbie was an extremely curvy girl, who somehow managed to squeeze it all away into a very tight and revealing maid’s uniform.
The biggest downside to Barbie was that she was one of the ditziest and most air-headed girls Trish had ever met. She would forget a direction seconds after being told, and she misplaced anything that was given to her. She was also prone to tripping, dropping fragile objects, and falling down the stairs. Despite all of her flaws, she was an excellent maid when it really came to it, and she kept the house spotless and perfect.
“Barbie. I can’t see your face.” You half-heartedly smiled up at the busty maid. She was standing too close to the bed, and her face was blocked by her protruding breasts.
“Oh! My mistake Miss Harper.” Barbie apologized. However, instead of merely taking a step back, the silly girl tried in vain to squish her big boobs in order to get a better look at you. She stopped upon hearing you sigh once more.
“Just take a step back Barbie.”
“Oh! Right! Silly me!” Barbie took one step back from the bed when her foot stepped down onto a dirty pair of panties you had left lying on the floor. The panties shot out from under her, and Barbie let out an ear-piercing scream as she slipped forward and toppled down onto your bed. She missed your body, all except for her giant breasts crushing your right hand flat as a pancake.
You recoiled in fear of Barbie discovering your secret, sliding your hand out from under her tits and tucking it between your legs. Barbie groaned and stood back up, clearly not noticing what she had done. You breathed a sigh of relief, gratefully that your dumb maid was still in the dark with regards to your squishy nature. You didn’t know it at the time though, but keeping that secret from Barbie was going to be a terrible mistake.
“I’m, like, really really sorry Miss Harper!” Barbie moaned. “I’m such a klutz.”
“It’s fine Barbie. Really.” You soothed her by gently rubbing her shoulder. You sat up and swung your legs out of bed. “Actually Barbie, I wanted to know if there was anything I could help you with today. I’m free all day.”
“Really Miss Harper?” Barbie was astonished. “You want to help me clean the house. Well gee, that’s super-duper nice of you!” The sexy maid giggled like a school girl for a few seconds.
“I don’t have much else to do, and I’d love to feel useful.”
“Well, we should definitely work on something together. Everything is better with friends!” Barbie rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “Um…let’s see…I need to bake a cake for that birthday party at Tina’s tomorrow. Remember? I also needed to vacuum all of the rooms. And then…oh! I need to collect the dirty clothes and do the laundry.”
“That’s quite a hefty list of chores.” You admitted.
“It sure is, but I know we can do it if we work together!” Barbie smiled from ear to ear. “Since you are my boss, you decide! Which chore should we do first?”
It was your turn to think, and you pondered each choice equally. All three had their pros and cons, and each one was equally dangerous. A deep part of you knew that no matter your choice, something terrible was bound to happen to you. Regardless, you still hoped for the best, and finally reached a decision. What do you decide to do with Barbie?