Yvette was having fun with Monsieur Andy, as he usually did. How could he not? He was so, how do you say, sexy! After handing his employer the soda can, Yvette decided that it was time that he teased him a bit. Using his feather duster, he began to run the feathers back and forth, gently across Andy's crotch.
Yvette would have enjoyed teasing Monsieur David the same way, but for some reason the older boy didn't seem to be in the mood. He was standing on the other side of the room, arms crossed, face a mixture of feelings. The maid knew the look of a conflicted man, as he had seen it on the faces of so many men in his days. He could remember back in France, in his maid training days, how he'd been assigned to seduce an older gentleman, one who had been happily married for over thirty years. Yvette had take the assignment in stride, with excitement even, and showed up at the man's house wearing nothing but a...
A squeeze on Yvette's right breast, right through his light-blue polo shirt, shook the maid out of his memory. He silently scolded himself for not paying attention. It was important to be fully present as he served his employers. Sure, the job was mostly cleaning, but if he didn't fulfill his other duties, he might be on the unemployment line!
Yvette giggled, and encouraged Andy to continue his groping by leaning in closer to the boy. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a look of jealousy flash across David's face, followed by a far away look.
Trés bien, he thought, maybe i'll finally start to get somewhere with that boy. I should finish up with Andy, though, so that he doesn't get upset.
That's when the world seemed to shimmer, only for a moment, then cleared.
Yvette straightened, utterly confused. What had he been doing?! Why would he be wasting his time with Andy? Through long black eye-lashes, Yvette stared down at the maid-in-training. Sure, it was good to show the kid how to do the job, but to flirt with another maid while someone important like David was in the room?! Unheard of.
On his high-heeled shoes, Yvette wiggled across the room to David.
"You must forgive moi, monsieur, I don't know where my 'ead was just now."
His employer just stared at him, a confused look on his face. Of course! Yvette knew exactly what he was missing. Grabbing the hem of his light-blue polo shirt, he curtsied deeply.
"Monsieur must feel much frustration after watching me waste so much time on the new maid. 'Zat will never do. Andy!" Yvette clapped twice, and Andy, wearing exactly the same shoes as Yvette, came wiggling over to Yvette's side.
"Monsieur David is not 'appy. You take care of 'im while I finish ze dishes."
Yvette curtsied again, then left the room, smiling broadly. He knew that, soon enough, her employer would be the happiest man in town. Andy would see to that. After all, Yvette had taught him everything he knew.
