New Cleaning Gig - Day 1 (Patreon)

My name is Lucy, and I'm your average cleaning lady.

I mostly do housework because I don't enjoy having a boss hanging over my head, and, for the most part, I'm good at dealing with the women who usually hire me. Do a good enough job, don't talk back, don't steal, and you're golden.

That was until last week. Last week, my cousin fell ill and asked me to cover a few shifts at her workplace. I didn't know where she worked; no one in the family did. We just know that she works nights and makes a bit more money than your average housemaid.

So when she handed me her maid uniform (yes, that uniform, black skirt, white lacey apron, you're picturing it right now), I felt a wave of confusion and suspicion. All I got from her was the uniform, an address, the name of a guy, and a devious smile with a 'Good Luck.'

I arrived at the address a few minutes before her shift started, and a cold shiver ran down my spine when I realized it was a brothel. Fear and disbelief hit me all at once.

I frantically called her, my voice trembling with shock. "You mother fucker," I blurted as soon as she picked up the phone, "you're a whore and want me to take your customers!" I nearly shouted, overwhelmed by confusion.

"Relax Lucy, I'm not a prostitute, I'm genuinely the cleaning lady there, but they need me to keep the sexy ambient, that's why you got that uniform, no one is going to touch you and if a room is particularly filthy you'll get an extra tip from Manuel," she said, her voice sounded weaker with each word.

"Alright, I'll believe you, but if they ask me to dance at the pole, I'm done!" I said, jokingly, or at least I hoped it was a joke.

We hung up, and I mustered my courage and rang the service door, and a big guy cracked it open.

"I'm looking for Manuel. I'm Lucy. Liz sent me to cover her shift," I said.

"Oh, yeah, I heard about that. Do you have your uniform?" He replied in a sweet tone that mismatched his big, muscular body.

I lifted the bag and replied, "Right here, sir!" He laughed at my silliness and opened the door for me.

"Manuel is down this corridor, third door to the left, good luck," he said, letting me in.

As I walked past the doors, I could see some girls in several states of undress, making small talk. I was barely visible to them; some were model-level gorgeous, others looked like your next-door girl.

I reached the third door and knocked. Manuel barked, "Come in," from the inside.

As I walked in, he swiped me with his gaze, up and down, several times.

"Well, hello, who are you, and how may I help you?" He said in what felt like a mock sweet tone.

"Hi, I'm Lucy," I replied, as confident as I could, determined not to be overwhelmed by the situation, "Liz caught a bug and sent me to cover her shift."

"Oh, yeah, that. It's a shame, I thought you were looking for the other kind of job," he said, more relaxed and letting his true personality come out.

"I'm pretty sure I'm not suited for that other job," I said mockingly.

"I'm pretty sure you are," he said, looking up and down my body once more.

A tense silence filled the room for a few seconds.

"Anyway, I have loads of experience cleaning and I'm not squeamish, so if you have any of those extra dirty rooms, I have no problem cleaning them, if there's a nice tip involved," I replied, half jokingly, half serious.

"Ha! Look at you, you haven't scrubbed one toilet and you already want to make more money!" He said, a little annoyed. "You'll be working the second floor, do a good job, and the girls will tip you. Now, for some ground rules.

"First, you are invisible; the girls and the customers should see you as little as possible, you won't talk to any customer unless talked to first, and you will keep it short and sweet, redirecting them to the girls if it ever happens.

"Second, you have a station on the second floor, you'll be there unless you are cleaning. As soon as the customer and the girl leave the room, you go in and do your thing as fast as possible. Each room has its own linen storage; change the sheets at your discretion.

"And last, the uniform is mandatory; you should always wear it while on duty. Customers can't see a poorly dressed girl around here," he said, scanning my body again.

"Ok, so, where can I change?" I asked.

"Honey, this is a whorehouse, you can change wherever, no one cares," he replied in a cheeky tone.

I froze, trying to understand if he was joking or not.

"Alright, miss shy, there's a dressing room, you should've seen it on your way in, but that's where the girls get dressed, and won't appreciate an intruder. Remember that your tips depend on the girls' liking you. You could use the toilet down the hall, but Puft just used it. I wouldn't recommend it," he said.

"Puft?" I asked.

"Hugo, big guy, you met him at the door, he's our security. He's as impressive as he's soft, like a marshmallow, so, Puft." He said, almost laughing. "Anyway, those are your options. Go ahead, your shift is about to start.”

I walked out of his office and stood outside, trying to understand it all and weigh my options regarding where to change.

"Dressing room," Hugo's sweet voice snapped me out of my distraction.

"I'm sorry?" I asked, confused.

"Manuel told you not to change in the dressing room, but he's wrong, all the girls there are my friends, if they don't let you change there, they won't be my friends anymore," he said, as he extended his hand to me, "I'm Hugo, but you can call me Puft, all my friends do."

"Nice to meet you, Puft," I replied as he guided me to the dressing room.

"Alright, girls," Puft said, standing at the door. All the girls shut up immediately despite his soft voice; he really had their respect. "This is... Linda?"

"Lucy," I corrected him.

"Lucy," he continued, "she's covering for Liz on the second floor, she's gonna change here, she won't have any problems, right?" He said.

"Of course not, any friend of Liz is our friend," a woman in the dressing room said. She was a bit older than the rest, probably in her thirties, with fake red hair, big fake tits, and pale as a ghost; she was wearing a red see-through robe and nothing more. I had found the queen bee.

"Liz is actually my cousin," I replied.

"Ok, I'll leave you to it," said Puft.

"Hi, Lucy, I'm Rey. You'll be working with me on the second floor, come," another girl said. She was in her early twenties, tiny body and fake blonde hair. She grabbed my hand and led me to the back of the room.

"This is Carla, and this is Emma. We are the second-floor team, so you'll mostly see us, but some other girls may come to use the rooms or share with us," she said, winking at me.

Carla is the youngest of the bunch, with what looked like 18 or 19 years. She's a brunette with a petite frame and nicely toned muscles. Emma is the oldest, she looked in her late twenties, also a brunette, with amazing natural tits, must've been DDs at least, and wide hips.

"So, between Liz and us, we have a way of doing things. I hope you can adjust to it, too," Rey said in a friendly tone.

"I'm sure I'll have no problem," I replied.

"Ok, so, first of all, I'm sure Manuel told you to avoid changing the sheets, that shit is disgusting. You'll change them after each customer; we're not working in filthy sheets, just so he can save a few pennies.

"Next, after the customer leaves the room, you can come in and start cleaning. We usually take a few minutes to rest and clean ourselves. You can start cleaning around us, and we'll be out of your way in no time."

"As for tips, the girls and I will give you a part of whatever the customer gives us, keep our rooms clean and smelling nice, and you'll have your tips every time. Is Manuel paying you a salary?" She asked, and I nodded. "Good, that mother fucker better not mess with our cleaning girls again."

There was obviously some animosity there, but I was still the new girl and knew better than to try and gossip around that.

"Are you getting changed? You can't walk around the mansion looking like... That," that was Emma, not the nicest of the group, it seems.

"Yeah, I just..." I couldn't really find the words to say what I wanted to say.

"Oh, don't be shy, honey, nobody here cares for a naked body, you'll be fine," Rey said, understanding my hesitation. As she spoke, she was getting naked, her tits, on the smaller size where round and perky, with smaller nipples.

"Ok, yeah, that makes sense," I said, and started undressing.

When I was down to my bra and panties, I took the uniform and wondered what to do. The set was a black mini dress with short sleeves and ample cleavage on the front and back, a white, lacey apron, and mesh tights completed the set. As I saw it, I was sure that I couldn't wear my bra with it.

"Lose the bra, keep the panties on," Carla said, caringly.

I undid my bra and felt immediately underwhelmed; my A cup tits were a stark contrast with everyone in the room. Rey noticed immediately and said, "Those are some nice perky tits, damn girl!"

A couple of girls started whistling, and Carla grabbed my hand and made me twirl for the room. I heard a few claps, and my confidence returned.

I was in awe of the camaraderie the girls were showing. I definitely would never have thought I'd feel so welcome with them.

"Very nice, but those panties are Nasty," Emma said, and she wasn't wrong. I grabbed the first pair I found. I didn't think I would be showing them to a room full of sex goddesses.

I tried on the dress, and a new issue came up. Liz is at least two sizes bigger than me. I was floating inside her uniform, my tits were hanging out.

After they all laughed, my three new friends launched into helping mode, arranging my dress, pulling, pinching, and putting safety pins until a "full flash" situation turned into an "imminent nip-slip" situation. I wasn't fully comfortable; I couldn't even sneeze without exposing myself.

"Here!" Queen Bee's voice echoed across the room. We all turned to see her; she was holding something in her hand. The girls worked as a bridge, and soon I had in my hand a pair of pasties, courtesy of the queen bee.

Rey quickly helped me put them on, and I felt ready for work.

I tried walking towards the door, but Carla grabbed my arm and stopped me. "That is not going to work," she said, pointing at my feet.

I was wearing a pair of worn-down canvas tennis shoes, which, for cleaning, work perfectly.

"I don't have another pair, it'll have to work," I said.

"Na-uh," she said, as she dug through her bag. "Here, use these," she told me as she handed me a pair of white stilettos.

"These are Ranolo Clanic, I can't take them," I said, after a quick look at the shoes.

"Honey, those are knock-offs, do you think I would risk a pair of original Ranolo Clanic's getting cum stains on them?" She said, laughing. "It's a loan anyway, you can use them while you clean for us, we need you to be at your best."

"I'm not sure I can clean wearing these; high heels aren't really my thing," I said, contemplating the shoes in my hand.

"You just need them for walking around the hallways, in the rooms you could clean naked, we don't mind," Rey said.

"Alright, I promise to take good care of them," I said, putting them on.

"Now you look like one of us," said Carla. I know she meant it as a compliment, but being told that I look like a hooker was a bit worrying to me.

I left the dressing room and met with Puft outside.

"Alright, so are you ready to start?" He asked tenderly.

"Not in a million years!" I replied, "But let's do it anyway."

"Ha! That's the spirit, follow me," he said, and I did.

We reached the second floor, and on the far end of the hallway, there was a door that was smaller than the rest.

"That's you," he said.

I opened the door and met my station. It was a small, stuffy room, with security camera monitors on one side and cleaning supplies in the other, a worn-down chair, and a wall phone.

"You got cameras of the hallway, all you need to clean, and a phone. You shouldn't be bothered by anyone, but if you or the girls have problems, you call 003 and I'll be here in a sec, ok? If you're not sure if you should call me, ask the girls; they know the drill.

"Alright, good luck!" he said as he walked away.

I closed the door and started looking around the supplies. They had high-quality products; I guess it makes sense.

After a few minutes, I heard Manuel's voice through the speakers system, "Alright, everybody, we're about to open, all girls to the main hall, all staff in position."

Soft music started playing, and the distinct chatter of the girls started quieting down.

A few minutes passed, and I finally got movement in my monitors. Rey and an older, sharply dressed man walked arm in arm to one of the bedrooms.

Carla was the next one; she was being playful with a guy who looked to be in his forties. He got her naked before entering the room.

A few minutes later, I saw Rey's door open and her disheveled customer walked out, his sharpness gone.

I walked out of my cave and knocked on Rey's door, "house cleaning!" I said, not really knowing why.

"Hahahaha! Come in!" She shouted. I opened the door and walked in. "You don't need to announce yourself. I know it's always going to be you after a customer."

The scene caught me by surprise.

She was naked in bed, taking a hit from a vape. Her round tits had cum stains, and her clean-shaven pussy looked a bit puffy and red, but she was just... Relaxing.

"I thought you'd be exhausted, after how I saw your customer leave," I said, sarcastically.

"Oh, honey, he's a regular, we have our routine, first I give him a hand..." She started.

"I'm going to stop you right there, I don't really need the dirty details," I said, amused at her openness.

"OK, yeah, I forgot you're new here, anyway, he's not all that hard to please, and I let him do most of the work," she said, as she got off the bed and walked towards the bathroom, the clear glass panes allowed me to see her rinsing the cum off her body, it was strangely arousing.

The night went by without too many issues. I cleaned a bunch of rooms, saw a bunch of naked ladies. I bumped into a couple of customers, but they didn't really acknowledge my presence.

As I headed back to the dressing room, Manuel called me to his office. "Alright," he said, "you survived your first night, and made it almost fully dressed,* he said, staring at my tits.

I tried arranging the dress, but it was useless; my tits were on display, and there was no way to fix it. At least the pasties saved some of my decency. I gave up and threw my arms down in defeat.

"Alright, let's fix that," he said, taking a step towards me. I instinctively covered myself, and he stopped.

"Relax, sweetheart, I have something for you. This is a good thing," he said, grabbing a bag from the floor.

I opened the bag and there it was, a new uniform, it was identical to the one I was wearing, except for the size; this one seemed to be the right fit for me.

"Thank you so much," I said, excited for the idea of wearing a dress my size.

"Don't thank me, the girls made me do it, they must really like you. If it were for me, you'd keep your tits out, those pasties would eventually fall," he said, returning to his cheeky persona.

"Anyway, thank you. Is that all?" I asked.

"Yeah, you can go," he said, returning to his computer.

As I entered the dressing room, my girls were finishing getting ready.

"Hey, good work today!" Said Rey, with more energy than what felt right at that time in the night.

"Yeah, you were amazing. I think Rey has something for you," Emma said.

"Oh, yeah, here, your tips for today, you really were great," Rey replied as she handed me some bills. I couldn't make out the amount, but I was sure it was more than what I earned in a week of cleaning houses.

I thanked them profusely, and they left. I changed, and soon I was out the door, taking a cab home. As I rode home, I could only wonder, how many more adventures did this new gig have for me...