Jake immediately went to work, cleaning and dusting around the mansion. Somehow, she seemed to know just what needed doing at the York Mansion.
This is so bizarre! she thought to herself as she worked industriously in the guest bedroom. I should be upset or scared or something, but this all feels so natural, like it's supposed to happen! Well, I guess for Lola the Lusty Maid, it would be pretty normal - but I'm not Lola! Am I?
It was puzzling, all right. In fact, Jake was so distracted by these thoughts (not to mention distrubing yet arousing fantasies about Tony, the hald-maked chauffer she'd encountered coming in), that she failed to here a door open behind her.
"Well, Lola, this is certainly a surprise."
With a gasp, Jake wheeled around to find Margaret "Maggie" York, the 24 year old daughter of her employers, leaning against the doorway attired in a very short tennis dress. "Ay! Senorita Maggie, you startle me!" Jake exclaimed in Lola's heavily accented English. "I-I did not know you were here!"
"Obviously," Maggie grinned. "Otherwise you'd have dressed for the occasion.
"Que?"
"You seem to have left home today without your undies. In a big hurry?"
"Oh. Ah, believe me, Senorita Maggie," Jake said truthfully, "It is long story!"
"I bet," Maggie said with a little glint in her eye. Slowly, Maddy, pushed the door to the bedroom closed with a grin.
"Um, I, um -" Jake stammered. "Por favor, I must go back to cleaning now."
"Believe me, Lola, I think you should. In fact," Maggie said, gliding over to stand next to her. I've got a very special job for you to start." Maggie's skin was glistening with sweat from her recent tennis game, and her face was flushed and glowing. The tips of Maggie's breasts were touching Jake's now, and Jake was finding it hard to contain herself.
