Maid for a Month, Vol. I: July

By Shay Okami

Milo Belove is in possibly one of the most frightening situations that a 20 year old on their own in the world can experience. He’s about to become homeless.

He has just a week to pack his things and leave his apartment. With no reliable friends or family to run to, no job, and no vehicle, he has to come up with a plan, and fast.

So, he creates a profile on a reliable adult dating site. He creates an alias and a new motto. He purchases clothes and items with some of the money he has left.

His goal, to have a clean place to live and food to eat. His means, to provide service for the person that will house him, in lieu of payment.

A new month, a new home, a new person. What experiences will Milo have? What kind of people will he meet? And what will they do to his soft, slender body~?

All his life his motto has been “people are trash and the city is a dump”.

His new motto will be:

“I will meet your every need. I will satisfy your every desire. I will ease your troubles. I will assuage your pain. I will revitalize your strength. I will lighten your load. You do not know me, but you will know every part of me you desire to. Do not think of me as a person, but as a useful object you may attach any meaning to. I will be your friend, your lover, your slave, your pet, your toy. I will keep your abode clean, and guard it while you are away. I will obey every rule that is within reason. From the First of the month to the Last, I will obey your every command.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shay Okami
• Release date: Mar 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005176983

Shay Okami

I am femboi Shay and I write hentai~I have been writing hentai for four years and trying to start a career with it. I have also been writing anime light-novels for six years.I currently have one major series published with Thurston Howl Publications, which is due to be released this year on paperback!I also have two short stories published with Armoured Fox Press that are due for release this year in two different paperback anthologies, one anthology is based on maids and the other on monster girls/boys.I used to have a Wattpad, but it was shut down because my stories were too lewd. This happened when I received my 1,000th follower. I set up a second account, but that was shut down a few weeks later.I also used to have an Amazon KDP account, where by my second month posting stories I was earning a couple hundred a month in sales. I knew that if I could just increase my volume, I would be able to pay my bills and rent on just writing hentai, and could write full-time. But Amazon didn't like the popularity my stories were gaining, so just two days before my birthday, after I had tried three times to publish the first volume of my series Maid for a Month, they terminated my KDP account. The second volume of my series How I Became the Manager of a Mansion Full of Cat Girls received #1 New Release in the Graphic Novel Erotica genre a month before this took place. I am still receiving the monthly royalties that I earned from my sales, but I am now banned from selling stories on Amazon, because my stories are pornographic (this is despite Amazon having a mess of hentai and porn, created by popular studios in the industry, that they still sell on their site today (if you search "hentai" or "porn" on Amazon, you'll see what I mean)). So I guess poverty stricken KDP authors aren't allowed to write and sell erotica on their site.And so, now I'm here~ I hope you like what I create! ^w^I'm still working full-time delivering food for DoorDash to pay bills and rent, which means I don't have much time to be able to write, but I take advantage of as much time as I can to continue series and create new ones. I have loads of ideas that still have yet to be fleshed out in my word processor.If you want to check out my fanfictions, I'm also on HentaiFoundry and FanFic.net!

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Maid for a Month, Vol. I - July

Story by Shay Okami

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Contents

Special Thanks

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

Chapter VIII

Chapter IX

Chapter X

Chapter XI

Chapter XII

Chapter XIII

About the Author

Thank You for Your Support!

A Special Thanks to My Patrons

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Who have stuck with me through the worst of 2020.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you guys so much.

Chapter I

July 26th

I hate this city...

In the past, I’ve thought that if I had been born anywhere else, like in some rural town, or in a different state, I might have had a better life than the one of a desert rat inside a giant concrete pressure cooker.

The people here are just...so ridiculously...awfully...stupid. It’s as if they have no care or clue about just how destructive their behavior is, to other people, or even to themselves. And I think that a lot of them like it that way. I think a lot of them want to be destructive to others.

I’ve wondered if it’s the heat. This is known as the hottest city in the country. The temperature highs in the summer can get up to 125 degrees Farhenheit, or 51.6 Celsius, on a daily basis at that. Any person that ever thought building a settlement out here was a good idea was clearly the father of all the idiots that have ever lived here. It was just my misfortune to be born among them.

I’m not a greatly smart person, I just like common sense and logic.

I’ve lived here all my life and seen just about every type of idiocy imaginable. I wonder if other places are this bad. I mean, I know there’s stupid people everywhere, I’m pretty sure the human race is suffering from a massive deficit in logic and common sense, but there have to be places where there are well meaning people co-existing together. It can’t all be the same, right?

I also hate this city because...I think it’s trying to destroy me...

I had the protective shield of my parents against it throughout my childhood and school years, but now that I’m trying to survive, despite always doing my best and playing it safe, it’s taken every opportunity it could to make sure I wound up on the street, or worse...

Milo, this is not acceptable.

My boss spoke to me from behind her desk. This was the third time she had called me into her office, in this, the first month that I’ve been working for her.

I can’t see why you wouldn’t be able to manage working through your cue before the day was over.

I understand. As you can see, I covered as much as I—

It should be simple enough. It shouldn’t have to be explained to you again, but you open a case file here, like this... She ran through each step of a process that I had already performed at least a hundred times by now, all with a scolding tone like I was a little kid that wouldn’t do his chores.

That’s how it was here. I could never get a word in edgewise. Though I always gave respect, it was never reciprocated.

I could do the tasks. The problem was that there were dozens of different tasks to remember, each with crucial little steps that had to be met, and they expected me to know all of them within a couple weeks and be working at the same pace as everyone that had been there for several years already.

When I was hired on, my boss had been really nice to me. I took it with a grain of salt, because I was still wary of this place in general, but it made me feel a little more welcome. I felt like I had a good solid chance here.

This job was located on the eastside of town. I had never worked over here before, and I soon learned that everyone over here was exactly as I imagined them — strict, vindictive, and entitled. I wasn’t halfway through my second week before every time I came across by boss, she gave me this stern authoritarian attitude, like I was some lowly simpleton that couldn’t match up to her standards. At first I thought it was just a challenge, but then it persisted and began bordering on disrespectful. It was the same with my co-workers, especially the people that trained me, meaning I had to deal with passive-aggressive sabotage and very little opportunities for hands on learning. I was just expected to sit, watch and take notes for every single complex process. Then I was sent back to my desk and expected to do everything they’d haphazardly tried to program into me. This was why my performance was suffering.

Of course no one said it, but they were all thinking it. It was from the way I was being treated. I was the poor, dumb kid from the westside. I had really long hair, so I probably went home and smoked a bunch of weed with my many non-existent friends. My office clothes were cheap ones that I got from a HoodWill, so I obviously didn’t come from money like everyone else. I didn’t have a higher education, so my brain probably wasn’t cut out for this high grade memorization and processing management. Oh yeah, I also I used to work for a convenience store. And apparently, it looked like my boss was willing to turn these strong preconceptions into a self-fulfilling prophecy.

...Then you print the case letters and mail them, you see? It’s really not that difficult. She had finished running through the case in less than two minutes, even though she had ten years of experience on me at least.

I think it just baffled them that I looked nothing like a privileged, well-to-do person from the eastside, but I didn’t behave with any of the stereotypes they associated with a person from the westside.

I had shown up for work on time every day for the past month, and on days when I was falling behind, I stayed after to try my best at making up lost progress, but that was never enough for them.

I’ll have Anna chaperon you again tomorrow. I’m willing to give you until next week. If there aren’t changes made by then, I’m not sure what else we can do for you.

For me? All you ever did for me was covertly spit in my face and then set me up for more ridicule in front of the other new employees by pairing me with the same sicko that has manipulated and openly broadcast my every little mistake so everyone else would hear, while they all listened in like I was the ‘special needs’ kid of the class that was always falling behind. And on top of that, you just gave me a deadline that I could not possibly meet under these circumstances.

I had had enough...

My fists shook next to my hips as my bangs covered my eyes, "Ya know...after only a month of training, I may still not know much about this cute little complex system of yours. I’m sure it all measures up to your unrealistically high standards. But something I do know, something that I’m really good at sensing, is when I’m being fucked with...and you, lady...I swear that you’re getting off to this. You and Anna, that sick, narcissistic daughter of yours. So why don’t you both take those printed case letters, roll ‘em up, and shove ‘em up each others’ asses for all I care. I’m done."

I was already on my way out the door, while loosening the tie around my neck.

"Get out!" I heard from behind me.

I raised a hand to give her my last regards with the use of one finger.

My fatal flaw was...that I was a hot head...

Chapter II

I think the shock hit me as I was getting into my car and starting the engine...

Oh god... my hands white knuckled around the wheel, What did I just do...

I pressed my forehead into the steering wheel. My vision was getting hazy as I felt a quickening thumping inside my chest.

It was near the end of the month. I was alone. How would I pay for my apartment? How would I pay for my car?

I sat there and took short breaths until I felt I could move again...

I pushed back and shifted into reverse, In stride...take it all in stride...

I could see all the signs, but I guess right then my mind didn’t want to believe them. I guess there’s a part of all of us that wants to keep with the status quo because it’s safe and secure.

They were going to replace me, they already had it planned out. They really did only see me as the dumb kid from the westside. I shattered this assumption every day, but they just kept upping the ante so it would be too much for anyone. I saw how they treated the other new employees. They received praise and I heard them talking casually and laughing a lot. I was only hired because they were desperate for candidates, but they toyed with me because they knew they could find someone else easily enough. Even with so many jobs open in this state’s economy, people were still applying desperately.

So I hadn’t made a bad decision to walk out, because my termination was inevitable. It wasn’t even illogical because I had received some satisfaction from telling my rotten boss off. It didn’t change my situation though...

My name is Milo Belove.

I’m twenty years old and I’ve worked a few jobs ever since I graduated high school. I have long vanilla white hair that I grew out when I started high school because I liked it and I wanted to be in a band. That’s a dream that never worked out, obviously.

My first job out of high school was for a convenience store, which I worked for a year. It sucked, but I got used to it. There were a lot of crappy people, and my first few weeks were tough because everyone expected me to already know what I was