This choice: Iris orders you and Sherri to clean her apartment, treating you like a slave. • Go Back...Chapter #6Cleaner or Cleaning Product? by: bobob1   "I don't particularly feel like studying, seems like a whole lot of work. How about you two make my apartment spotless while I go rest." Iris said in her soft yet intimidating voice. With a flick of her wrist, signaling Sherri to begin working, she turned around and sauntered back towards her vanity mirror. Despite the pure terror this woman inflicted upon you, you couldn't help but stare at her luscious ass sway to and fro as she walked away from you. Quickly, Sherri spun around, closing her fist slightly upon you and walked out of the room. After a moment of jostling from the rapid pace that Sherri was walking, she reached a room that looked a bit like your family's exercise room, yet infinitely more luxurious. There was a variety of equipment and machines, all left in various states of mess, as well as workout clothes and other paraphernalia strewn about the room. Sherri walked quickly to a nearby bench and placed you upon it before kneeling in front of you. The first thing you noticed was the absolute abyss of cleavage she was flashing you in this current position, but the second thing you noticed was the look of sadness upon her face.
"Mr. Reynolds, I'm so sorry that you had to get involved with my mistress. Now that we're alone I must tell you that she is not a kind woman. The mere modicum of respect she treats me with is only due to the years of service I have provided her. I fear for what she will do to you." Sherri spoke down gravely to you.
"What?! What am I supposed to do now that I'm here! And why do you keep working for her if she's this horrible?! Let's both just hightail it out of here!" You respond in pure shock at Sherri's speech.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Reynolds, but it's not that simple. See, Iris pays incredibly well, and I need the money for my family, so quitting is not an option... and on that note, displeasing Mistress Saleh is not an option either. I'm unfortunately going to have to comply with her demands... even if that means hurting you, do you understand? I'll try to avoid harming you with every bit of power that I have, but if it comes down to me risking losing my job, I'm going to have to do what she tells me to do." Sherri said down to you, her voice evidently saddened by the situation. You took a moment to process everything that she had said to you, and your mind raced through a number of emotions in response. You desperately wished you could be furious at this gorgeous giantess in front of you, but it truly seemed like she was a good person at heart, just put in a bad situation. You sighed before responding,
"I understand, Sherri. I won't blame you for anything that happens while I'm here. I appreciate you at least telling me all of this in advance." You felt a mixture of sadness on behalf of Sherri and pure fear as to what could possibly be in store for you while you were "tutoring" Iris. Sherri simply nodded in acknowledgment before spinning around to begin picking up the room around you. You caught a glimpse of her massive ass being flashed out the bottom of her ridiculously small French maid uniform before she began working.
A few minutes passed of you sitting on the bench doing nothing as Sherri expeditiously cleaned the room. Normally a cushioned bench would utterly terrify you around any of the other women you knew, but Sherry frequently glanced back in your direction and smiled softly, acknowledging your position and assuaging your fears. Nearly ten minutes had passed by before the door to the room burst open and there stood Iris, scanning the room for you. After a moment she noticed your tiny body on the bench before shouting up,
"What exactly is going on here?! I thought I told, BOTH of you to clean up the apartment, not just you, Sherri!" Iris's voice was obviously annoyed as her intended torture for you had not gone as planned. Sherri turned around and readied a response, but Iris cut her off before she was able.
"You know what, Sherri, throw away all of your sponges, rags, mops, and anything else you can use to clean. From here on out, if you need to wipe something off, use the tutor. If you need to scrub my dirty clothes, use the tutor. If I tell you to clean the toilet, use the tutor. Even if you're going to bathe yourself or clean my toes, use the tutor! If I'm going to be paying this runt then he needs to be useful to me, understood?" Iris commanded the room with her speech, sending waves of shivers down both your and Sherri's spines. Sherri managed to choke out a response after a moment,
"Y-yes, mistress." Was all that she could muster in response to Iris's bone-chilling command.
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