A Maid's Tail: The Making of a Catgirl Maid
By Kissa Colt
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Making it as a writer is hard work, especially when you haven’t sold any thing in months. For Kim Williams, her dream of being a professional wordsmith is just out of reach and nothing is going right; rent is past due and she hasn’t made a sale in months.
Dangerously close to being homeless and out of options, the desperate artist answers a want ad looking for a very specific kind of maid. What she doesn’t realize is that this decision will take her on an adventure into the strange and exotic realm of fetish maids and redefine her meaning of ‘house keeping’ forever.
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A Maid's Tail - Kissa Colt
A Maid’s Tail
The Making of a Catgirl Maid
by
Tammy Silverwolf
Writing as
Kissa Colt
Legal Mumbo Jumbo
Copyright © 2018 by Tammy M Silverwolf
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
First Printing, 2014
Find more at:
www.tammysilverwolf.com
Books in the Maid’s Tail Series
1 The Making of a Catgirl Maid https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/503738
2 Earning the Bell https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/820034
3 The Dancing Kitten (Coming Soon!)
Dedication
To my Cuddlebot who's bravery inspired this story and is always inspiring new ones.
I'm not above begging for another 3 years to see it again.
Acknowledgements
It's a trite truism that no effort gets off the ground without proper tools, dedication and maybe a bit of luck, but nothing would have been possible without the constant (and sometimes very insistent) support of my patrons, fans and friends. It's no exaggeration to say that they are literally my life blood. At the time of writing this, I've been living on the streets for several months and only able to eat because I've had wonderful people pledging to support my dream and putting boot to ass when I felt like I couldn't go on.
Through my other series and into Maid's Tail 2, I can't wait to see what we can build together. There's no easy way to say it, so I'll say it as best I know how:
Thank you
Thank you so much
(In no particular order)
Alonsis
Asmund Bell
Apothecary29
David A.
Orodreth
VC
Willow
Dr. Awkward
Jacob
Lisa
Brandon
Stephen
KnfPrty
Toby
Jason
and finally
LitErotica and Hentai Foundry for helping me iron out some things.
1 - Sunday
If it had still been possible to make a living off of 'confession' type stories sold to gentleman's magazines, then Kim would've made a small fortune with the story she had to tell. Unfortunately that meant divulging her client's secrets-- the ones that made her knees tremble even now as she sipped her tea in the back of the coffee house.
A good maid never spoke of her clients to the world, though.
Even if they would have believed what she had to say, her ultimate story wasn't written for the money; it wasn't for thrill of strangers or arousing tired business men who'd rather spend time with a porno mag than their wives. No, she just wanted someone to know. Kim needed someone to know.
For her, this was therapy-- maybe even celebration.
With that though in her mind, Kim Williams penned the title to what could have been her best work yet.
"A Maid's Tail
Or
How I Stopped Pretending I Know What I'm Doing and Embraced The Tail"
#
Domestic Assistant Wanted
"Domestic Assistant wanted to help care for six room home on lower west end. Responsibilities would include cleaning, cooking, occasionally cleaning our cars (not strictly necessary, but would be a bonus). The occasional massage might also be requested. A uniform is required and will be provided.
Pay to be negotiated in person and will be paid in cash at the end of each week. If you'd like, your taxes can be handled by our accountant for free. Live in is an option if we find you to be a good fit for us. Open mind and good communication skills are critical and non-negotiable.
We are a career minded couple with a teenager who visits periodically. We're both multi-lingual, so English isn't strictly necessary. Please don't send an email if you're not able to fulfill those requirements."
#
Kimberly Williams wheeled back from the computer after replying to the ad she'd found. She combed her long blonde hair back and let out an audible sigh as she looked towards the cupboards. There wasn't anything in them but that didn't stop her from trying to will something into existence.
Like the pool of past due bills cascading down her desk, she could feel a rumbling tension in her stomach when something above her creaked. Old man Vickers was awake it seemed. That he hadn't waddled down the steps to ask about rent though, meant she still had a little time to wait for a reply email. She'd run out of 'I'm trying' chances long ago and 'just one more week' was probably out the window too; the next time they saw each other she needed to have money-- or her bags-- in hand.
Kim scrubbed her face with her palms to clear her mind. She hadn't been able to sell a story in months-- going back to working for someone, though? Really? Was she that desperate? She slumped back in the chair and kicked her foot up on the pile of bills. So much for the starving artist's life. . .
It's just for a little bit,
She quietly promised and went back to searching the ads. After a few minutes her computer chirped the lonesome sound of an email received.
Her heart slammed against her ribs like the beating of a war drum. It couldn't be. Could it? Her brows raised when she saw the subject: RE: Domestic Assistant – 40/S/F
Kim wasn't one to pray but her mind belted out a quick Hail Marry from what she could remember of it as she clicked through the interface to open the email.
"Miss Williams,
I hope you are well and thank you for the kind words about being specific. It's a skill that's served me quite well during my time in the Army and now in my civilian life. I didn't expect such a quick response but your enthusiasm makes me think we'd get along quite well.
If you're not busy, I'd like to meet you with my wife before I have to leave for work. There's a cafe on Oak street where we usually have breakfast and we'd be delighted for you to join us so we can discuss the preliminaries of the job and see if we're a good fit.
Just let me know!
Elliot McKenna"
Kim's fingers flew over the keys, clacking out a reply that she hoped sounded professional and intelligent. Occasionally she muttered her thoughts into the ether. Good house keeper. No references. . .
Certainly not her own apartment. If you're not satisfied, don't pay me. . . Happy to meet you, thank you. Be there soon. . .
and send.
Something made a soft pop.
The screen on her computer plunged into darkness. The power LED on the front of the tower likewise went dark. She looked over to her nightstand to find her alarm clock as black as her monitor. The power was completely cut off.
Instead of pouting or cursing, though, she through her fist into the air in victory. Fuck you, Agro-Power! I have a job interview!
#
To say that Oak street had a bustle about it would have been a disservice to the rest of downtown-- the modest two lane avenue overlooked most of the downtown area near the bus station, making it something of a people watching destination. What it lacked in high profile luster, it made up for in rustic charm with little mom-and-pop stores selling everything from antique furniture to old records. It was a hipster's paradise, but for the most part only collectors frequented the quiet street.
Kim liked to think it was because of the economy, but the reality of it was that most people simply couldn't afford to be collectors themselves and so only the more affluent shopped here. Of course, the little cafe in the middle of the strip could have easily confused people to that truth; dozens of college age kids were sharing stories in the open air patio over espresso and finger foods as she trundled by in her old Pontiac Grand Prix.
She'd battled the cold water shower and come out looking presentable; her hair was tucked neatly into a pony tail, bangs looped slightly to frame her face in its best light. She was still relatively young looking-- and some might say acting-- but with a little touch of make up and lip gloss, she actually managed to pull off the 'I can still be 30' look to a T.
Kim glanced around to make sure no one was watching and rolled down her window. After another glance around she climbed out of the car, silently praying her thick ass wouldn't accidentally dislodge the lock on the door again. It'd taken her hours and several wire coat hangars to get it to lock consistently and she didn't have time to fuss with it now. Once out, she smoothed down her blouse and checked her reflection in the window.
You can do it. . .
she whispered to her reflection as she took another second to get her blouse to lay just right over her generous bust. Not too flashy, just a glimpse of cleavage-- respectable to the end. The way it hitched in around her waist a little added to her curves as well, giving her a slight but appreciable hourglass silhouette, leading smoothly into her tight but comfortable jeans. Everything about the outfit said modern, independent woman; at least that's what Kim heard. Chin up, smile.
She checked her teeth, licked her lips and turned towards the cafe.
She'd been to enough job interviews to know what to say, how to say it and what lines they always wanted to hear- she was prepared in every way she could be. The sooner she got the job, the sooner she started making money, the sooner she could get back to writing and-- this time-- hit it big. Just that little bit farther. . .
Kimberly stepped into the little eatery looking about for anyone that looked like he might have been a military veteran. Amongst the college kids, it should have been shooting fish in a barrel, but much to her bemusement, everyone looked as though they belonged there and since she hadn't bothered to explain what she was going to be wearing. . .
"You're an idiot."
After a few seconds of glancing around she approached the counter, checking with the barista to see if anyone a bit on the older side had come in. Sure,
she said. Talking about El and Sylvia? Yeah, right over there.
Thanks.
Kim turned to the dining area to find the table and almost stopped mid stride when she saw the woman sitting alone. Bronze skinned, dignified with a tiny streak of blonde accent snaking its way through her shoulder length brown hair. She couldn't have been more than thirty, Kim guessed, judging by her sharp features and vague air of exotic heritage Her gaze was turned to whatever she was reading on her tablet, but even at a distance Kim could see her mismatched eyes; the right eye green and the left mocha brown. She looked perfectly at home here with her copper polyester blouse and frilly lace around her modest bust.
The real surprise, though, came when Kim approached: Sylvia, looked up at her and something flashed in her eyes-- curiosity-- demand-- judgment. Just as quickly it was gone leaving a chill in the air between them. Kim put on her best smile, offered her hand. Hello there, I'm Kimberly. About the housekeeper?
Her voice was soft and airy yet somehow able to wear down Kim as though she was nothing with a few simple words-- My husband will be along.
Kim pursed her lips slightly. All right, ice queen.
of course, she couldn't very well say that. Sure, mind if I sit?
I'd rather you didn't.
All right, then. . .
It was time for a different approach. Ah, mind if I ask what you're reading? You seemed pretty engrossed.
Sylvia looked up briefly, her gaze swept Kim in a shark-like, dismissive manner as if she could read the older woman's entire life history by glance. Finally she turned her tablet off, intertwined her fingers and leaned forward, pressing her breasts right up against the lip of the table. No offense, but I think we might be wasting each others time.
I'm sorry?
Neither of us like liars. Your email said you were forty and that you had experience.
She canted her head slightly as if demanding an explanation. Kim reached for her wallet. Some part of Sylvia's attitude made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, some part of her was enticed by the idea of a strong woman's presence. . .
It'd been years since she'd met someone like this. Even if she was trying to wilt inside, Sylvia had a compelling air about her that drew Kim's curiosity. The other, more rational parts of her mind, told her that this bitch was going to