The Pregnant Teen Maid

By Nikki Dark

Pregnant, kicked out of home and desperate, Michelle advertises her services as a maid at the local supermarket, hoping for a miracle to get her off her friend's couch. A single, successful young businessman, Paul sees the add and calls her to bring her in for an interview. With no experience, no references and few skills, things don't look good for Michelle's future, but Paul takes a chance on her.

Cleaning his house and doing his washing, Michelle is vexed by the fact that she never sees his underwear. What secret is he hiding? Join Michelle as she discovers Paul's secret and embarks on a kinky journey of discovery far beyond anything she'd have ever suspected.

Warning: This book is a fetish adventure with a heavy water sports focus. If that's not your thing, this possibly isn't the book for you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nikki Dark
• Release date: Aug 4, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463337103

Nikki Dark

Nikki is an Australian author of erotica dabbling in less mainstream themes that she shares with you here for your pleasure.

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The Pregnant Teen Maid

Copyright Nikki Dark 2019

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This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

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Edited by Tex Beethoven

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All sexually active characters in this work of fiction are over the age of 18

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A from Nikki: This story began its life as a request from a reader. It was outside my comfort zone, but I decided to give it a go to see how I’d go pushing my boundaries. It contains fetish scenes that may not be appreciated by all readers. If water sports, even in fiction, aren’t your thing, you probably won’t want to read on.

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Michelle sighed as she looked at her cell phone, wishing it would ring. It had been over a week since she'd put up the flyer at the supermarket, and not a single call. She was eighteen, three months pregnant and had been kicked out of her home. If she didn't find work soon, she'd be resorting to truly desperate measures just to eat, let alone pay rent somewhere.

As she stared at it, the face of the phone lit up, an unrecognised number appearing. It rang three times before she manage d to react and push the answer button.

Hello?

Uh hi there, is this the girl that advertised at the local supermarket wanting work as a maid?

Yes, that's me, Michelle, she replied, trying to keep her voice from quavering.

"Oh great, um, my name's Paul, and I was hoping you might be available to do some work for me?'

Yes, I am, Michelle replied as smoothly as she could, concealing her desperation, wanting more than anything for the opportunity to work out.

Oh great, then perhaps you could come by and see my place, then we can chat and see if we can reach an agreement, Paul replied. He gave her an address which wasn't too far away and agreed to meet her that evening right after he got off work. 

That evening Michelle walked timorously up to the front door, having walked fifteen blocks to get there. She wore a pair of black leggings and a simple clean t-shirt, her long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. The house looked nice, not too big but in a good area, and it had a nicely maintained yard. Thanks to her friend Alyssa, who’d generously taken her in even though she herself was dirt poor, at least Michelle was rested, clean and tidy. She knocked on the door and waited, chewing on her lower lip, tapping her foot nervously, hoping like hell the guy wasn't some kind of freak. She almost sighed out loud when the door opened to reveal a good-looking man, probably in his early thirties. He had dark hair and green eyes, his face nicely shaped, a little stubble on his cheeks and chin. He wore a pair of fitted designer jeans and a polo shirt. He exuded confidence.

Hi there, you must be Michelle, he greeted her, his smile warm and engaging as he held out his hand for her to shake. Michelle took it and he didn't crush her fingers, but gave her a simple, firm grip. I'm Paul.

Hi, Paul, yes, I’m Michelle, she replied, noting that his eyes drifted down over her body, lingering near her breasts.

Great, come on in then, we can talk about what I need, and you can tell me how much it'll cost me if you're interested. He led her into a well-appointed kitchen with expensive high-end appliances and a tiled floor. 

Would you like something to drink? Beer? Wine? he offered, holding a chair out for her at the table.

A coke please if you've got one, she replied. Paul grabbed a coke for her and a beer for himself before returning to sit around the corner of the table from her.

Right, well why don't we start with what I'm looking for and then if you're interested, we can talk a bit more about you? 

Michelle nodded, taking a long gulp from the can.

Ok then, here's where I'm at. I've just managed to get stupid busy at work, so when I get home the last thing I want to do is housework. I've been trying to keep on top of it, but as you'll see when we tour the house, I’m failing miserably. I want to have some time for recreation, but when I actually have time all I get stuck cleaning, and then I get shitty and leave it, which just makes it worse for my next attempt. So there's vacuuming, sweeping, mopping, washing, ironing, folding, dusting and general cleaning ... just the inside of the house, I don't mind doing the outside and I have someone that does the stuff I don’t like. I was thinking that one day a week should probably keep it where it needs to be. How's that for starters? Michelle considered her pregnancy and how it might limit what she could do. She didn't show yet and right now cash was critical, so she didn't mention it.

Fine, I can do all those things, Michelle smiled at him even as she wished that her duties would be more frequent than one day a week. 

Excellent. Right then, why don't you tell me what you charge, what your availability is, and a little about yourself? 

Michelle hesitated. She had no idea what to charge. This was the first time she'd even tried this. Sure, she could perform all those tasks, her mother had made her do them all the time, but that didn't mean she'd planned on launching a career as a maid .

Um right well, I'm totally available because I'm just starting to do this, she started, I mean I've done all that before, just not for money. And um, because I haven't, I … er … don't really know how much I should charge, she said, thinking as she finished speaking that she'd just blown her chances.

Paul looked her over carefully. He saw a hot young blonde hiring herself out as a maid, not knowing what she should charge, and looking somewhat lost. It seemed more than a bit odd.

Do you have references? he asked her, thinking the most likely scenario was drugs, and that she might just clean him out the first time he wasn't home. He was surprised when she burst into tears.

No, Michelle admitted, feeling the tears run down her cheeks, tasting their saltiness as they caught the corners of her mouth. She ’d blown it.

What's wrong Michelle, why are you so upset? Paul asked. 

Michelle wanted to run out of the house, to go away and