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“Charlie, I’m sorry to tell you that your vacuum cleaner is broken. I think you’ll need a new one,” my maid’s note said. Annie had been a wonderful weekly maid for me for about 15 years, so I had no doubt that she was telling me the truth. In fact, the only frustration I ever had with her is that she -- as blonde, busty, curvy and gorgeous as she is -- wouldn’t wear a frilly little French maid’s outfit while she was working. She said it made her too self-conscious. Still, even that was no big deal.
“If I were you, I’d call that Sucking Maid company for an in-home vacuum demonstration,” her note continued. “Their vacuums are expensive, but they’re worth it, and I’d sure appreciate having a nicer machine to use around here. I hear their demonstrators are sexy ladies, too. You might actually have some fun inviting one over! JK. See you next week.”
This was proof that after 15 years, Annie knew me even better than I knew myself. I’m a single executive. Money is no big deal for me, but time is. So Annie’s suggestion made perfect sense. I could skip shopping and buy Annie the vacuum she deserved.
The in-home demonstration came that Saturday. And It was an experience I’ll never forget. The doorbell rang at my penthouse apartment. When I opened the door, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There stood Annie.
But this time, Annie wasn’t wearing her unflattering stained house maid’s rags. She wasn’t wearing her hair up in a ponytail with a do-rag over top. She wasn’t wearing worn out, dirty sneakers. Annie’s hair now was curled. She was wearing makeup. She was wearing high heels. And she was wearing a form-fitting blue dress covered by a matching coat that boasted a thick, white fox fur collar.
“Annie, you look amazing!” I said. “I wasn’t expecting you again until next week, and as luck would have it, I’m awaiting that in-home vacuum demonstration you suggested.”
“Good afternoon, sir!” Annie responded in her smooth, sexy, smoky voice. “Are you Mr. Jones? I’m here to show you how a Sucking Maid can suck your dirty troubles away!”
She winked and smiled. I was a little confused, but it was obvious that she was trying for some supplemental income with a sales job that certainly suited her expertise. I returned her smile and welcomed her in.
I admired her form from front to back as she walked through my door, trailing an impressive-looking upright vacuum with her. It looked like something a hotel maid would use. It had a metal façade and a cloth dirt bag that said “Sucking Maid Heavy Duty” on it.
Annie also had a small suitcase with her. She reached into the suitcase with a gloved hand. When she pulled out her hand, she had a fist full of down feathers, dust bunnies, potting soil and filth. I could only imagine what all was in her hand. She dropped the dusty mess on my floor.
“This mess would choke and kill a normal vacuum cleaner,” Annie said. Her smile got bigger and bigger as she dumped more and more fistfuls on my floor.
“If I were you, I’d call that Sucking Maid company for an in-home vacuum demonstration,” her note continued. “Their vacuums are expensive, but they’re worth it, and I’d sure appreciate having a nicer machine to use around here. I hear their demonstrators are sexy ladies, too. You might actually have some fun inviting one over! JK. See you next week.”
This was proof that after 15 years, Annie knew me even better than I knew myself. I’m a single executive. Money is no big deal for me, but time is. So Annie’s suggestion made perfect sense. I could skip shopping and buy Annie the vacuum she deserved.
The in-home demonstration came that Saturday. And It was an experience I’ll never forget. The doorbell rang at my penthouse apartment. When I opened the door, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There stood Annie.
But this time, Annie wasn’t wearing her unflattering stained house maid’s rags. She wasn’t wearing her hair up in a ponytail with a do-rag over top. She wasn’t wearing worn out, dirty sneakers. Annie’s hair now was curled. She was wearing makeup. She was wearing high heels. And she was wearing a form-fitting blue dress covered by a matching coat that boasted a thick, white fox fur collar.
“Annie, you look amazing!” I said. “I wasn’t expecting you again until next week, and as luck would have it, I’m awaiting that in-home vacuum demonstration you suggested.”
“Good afternoon, sir!” Annie responded in her smooth, sexy, smoky voice. “Are you Mr. Jones? I’m here to show you how a Sucking Maid can suck your dirty troubles away!”
She winked and smiled. I was a little confused, but it was obvious that she was trying for some supplemental income with a sales job that certainly suited her expertise. I returned her smile and welcomed her in.
I admired her form from front to back as she walked through my door, trailing an impressive-looking upright vacuum with her. It looked like something a hotel maid would use. It had a metal façade and a cloth dirt bag that said “Sucking Maid Heavy Duty” on it.
Annie also had a small suitcase with her. She reached into the suitcase with a gloved hand. When she pulled out her hand, she had a fist full of down feathers, dust bunnies, potting soil and filth. I could only imagine what all was in her hand. She dropped the dusty mess on my floor.
“This mess would choke and kill a normal vacuum cleaner,” Annie said. Her smile got bigger and bigger as she dumped more and more fistfuls on my floor.
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