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By Selbryth Lannigan

A professional house-cleaner preps a mansion for the owner's return but discovers something hidden beneath a dust-cover which scares, and then titillates her. Indulging when she shouldn't, she is suddenly drawn into a position she could never have foreseen.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Selbryth Lannigan
• Release date: May 3, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463662090

Selbryth Lannigan

I've been writing fiction since the mid 1980s, both short and long works, and turned to erotic fiction at around the same time. I have published on the Literotica site under the singular name Selbryth and have also sold hundreds of short 'anonymous' pieces to the pulp erotic publications of the time: Letters Magazine and Hustler's Busty Beauties being just two. Focusing on sexuality beyond what some would consider the 'norm', my characters include t-girls (trannies, kathoey, newhalf, shemales, ladyboys) cross-dressers, sissified and transformed males, gays and lesbians, who engage in a variety of fetishes, kinks and sexy hijinks.Though explicitly described, the stories themselves offer an inner dialog which most times borders on the romantic. There is no death, very little violence and hopefully the reader is left feeling good.

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Copyright 2018 by Selbryth Lannigan

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 publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Printed in the United States of America

First Printing, 2018

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences (18+). All characters and other entities appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, dead or alive, or other real-life entities, past or present, is purely coincidental.

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My company sent me out to an old mansion outside of town to prep the place before the owners returned from Europe.

Rich folks I assumed, but when I got there it was completely staggering. Huge. Huge sprawling grounds, beautiful old four storey Victorian mansion. The kind of place that makes you think of those old horror movies with the walls whispering to you and suits of armor moving by themselves.

But I got out of the van and went to work. I wasn't going to be doing anything really big or complex; just removing dust sheets and cleaning up and making the place pretty. Detailing work.

Good thing too, because if I'd had to do the grounds I'd still be there right now.

As it was I had a whole week before the rich people came back but I got to work right away seeing the place was so huge.

Usually for me, I start at the top and work downwards, floor by floor, just so the dust and stuff all starts going in the right direction.

Down.

I did pick out a room at random to put my stuff in though. I'd be spending the days and nights in the place so there wouldn't be any commute time. Good thing I'm not a real girly-girl and I just had extra work jumpers and socks, toothbrush - things like that.

So, putting my hair up in a ponytail, I went to the first room and got started ripping the dust covers off everything.

Things were going pretty smooth and steady till lunch time when I stopped to have a sandwich and some coffee. I hadn't brought all my groceries in yet, since they were mostly canned foods and bread and things that didn't need refrigeration.

I took my bag-lunch down the hall from where I'd be sleeping and randomly chose another room to relax and eat. It was a big one like the rest, really roomy, with big windows looking out over the sprawling estate. There was a chair there facing the window, with something covered with another drop-cloth.

But I got a sudden chill. It was like that scene in that movie with the old woman sitting in the chair facing the window. Gave me the creeps actually. But since I wanted to use the chair I went over, pulled the sheet off and nearly fainted.

It was a person.

No, it was a mannequin. That still didn't lessen the creepiness though! It was a mannequin of a really pretty looking young woman with nice boobs, nice body, and a really cute face. Then I could see that she was really detailed because there was even pubic hair. And the reason I could see all of this was because the mannequin was totally naked.

I stepped back, bumped my shoe against my lunch bag - because I'd dropped it in panic - and when I finally felt the creepiness fade, I decided, okay, living people get precedence here, and went to move the thing out of the way.

Except...it was heavy.

It weighed as much as a real girl would; it wasn't a blowup doll kind of thing. I hadn't expected it to weigh so much, about as much as I do - which is around a hundred-ten or something - and I had to brace myself for my next try.

But as I leaned over to get my arms really set around the thing's waist my face bumped into its breast and I got another shudder. It was so lifelike, that boob. Soft, cold of course, but really, really realistic.

It not only gave me a chill, but it got me pretty much turned-on at the same time.

I mean, okay: I like other girls.

Then, just to make fun of my own fears, I turned and kissed the thing's nipple.

Ohhh...yes.... a voice moaned, and so, yes, I felt a little weak, the room got dark suddenly, and I passed totally out.

When I opened my eyes it was fifteen minutes later. I was on the floor where I'd fallen and I sat up woozily and grabbed the arm of the chair to stand up. Except I grabbed the thing's arm and now...now it felt warm.

God.

I was thinking maybe to make a call to my supervisor and say I...had the flu or something, and leave and have someone else do the mansion. I was really ready to pack it in and leave, but I calmed myself down after another minute or so and decided that I was just being stupid. I wasn't going to let some prank or some...warm-bodied mannequin sex-doll run me off the jobsite!

I stood, took the thing under the arms and hoisted her up. And since the thing wasn't alive and didn't offer any assistance it was