I’ve heard it said that cleaning the house naked cures anyone of their bad feelings about their bodies. I was determined to change my thoughts about my body, and if that meant cleaning curtains; sweeping and mopping; vacuuming; and dusting shelves in the buff, well it’s one of the things you gotta do. I was hoping to love every lump, bump, and dimple by the time I was done.
I was spending Thursday morning cleaning in the Big House… Wait, I think I failed to mention I’m a cleaning lady? I work for a company called, “The Pink Cleaners”. We’re those ladies that go around cleaning the houses of rich people and we usually wear these perky bubble gum pink shirts. This was a long time client so I knew no one was going to be home. My thinking was why not be a little adventurous and clean naked? Who’s going to see me, the dog?
Anyway, there was I was dusting the fireplace when I heard the back door open. I dropped the duster in surprise. Oh shoot! No one’s suppose to be home! I was trapped in the room because the only way out would take me right into the path of the person entering. Footsteps signaled that the unknown person was about to enter the room. Quick thinking made me duck behind the couch I had pulled out to vacuum behind.
I was cowering, in all my naked glory, when it dawned on me. I had dropped my clothes on the chair by the fireplace. I raised my head to see who the person was. Double damn-excuse my language-apparently the owners college age son had picked today to come home for a visit. Doesn’t he believe in staying at school and getting plastered like normal college students?! What is college teaching kids these days?
So there I am, naked as the day I was born, trapped in a room with the boss’s son, and hiding behind a couch. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. How was I going to get outta this? I’m trying to devise a scheme when he approaches the couch and precedes to push the couch against the wall.
“Ouch!” I screeched
“Hello?” He looks behind the couch and spots me crouching there. ”Aren’t you the cleaning lady?”
No, I thought, I’m the nude statue your parents bought. ”Um… Yes, I am.” Yes, I am naked cleaning lady behind your couch
He looked at me for a really long time. I was ready to scream after what felt like an hour of him looking at me. He’s in college, surely he’s seen naked girls before. The only difference was I was sober.
“You wanna hand me my clothes.” I was hoping my speaking would snap him out of his too close observation. My expression was less than friendly at that moment. I’m pretty sure my face rivaled thunderclouds for being ominous and stormy.
“Sure, but you have to tell me why you’re naked first.” He was laughing now
What the heck do I tell him? I was cleaning his parent’s house naked because I wanted to be more comfortable with my body? That somehow doesn’t sound as good.
“I… I… Got cleaning solution all down my clothes and was going to change when you walked in.” That sounded good enough to me.
He walked to the chair and retrieved my clothes. Right as I was thought he was going to hand them back, he unfolds them and looks them over. He cocks an eyebrow in my direction. Ok, so he didn’t believe me, but that was all he was getting today.
“Look, just give me my clothes so I can finish cleaning.” I could see why his social life was lacking if this is how he treated naked girls he ran into.
He handed my clothes to me and laughed when I snatched them out of his hands. He stood there with his arms crossed and waited for me to stand up.
“Do you mind?!” My voice had gone from scared to angry in minutes.
He turned his back and I wished I could chuck something at his head. I seem to get myself in messes like this more often than not. Sigh.
“I’m going to ask you a favor, don’t tell your parents about this and I’ll owe you one.”
“Oh, I wasn’t planning on telling my parents, but I’ll be happy to have you owe me a favor.” His smile scared me more him catching me naked. This twerp was going to con me into something, I could feel it, but what choice did I have? This was my best client. A cleaning lady’s gotta do what a cleaning lady’s gotta do.
He was still smiling as he walked out of the room. I finished cleaning, completely clothed and left at the end of the day.
I haven’t heard from him yet, but I wait for it to come. I also gave up cleaning naked, there’s something about getting caught once that makes you look for other ways to like yourself. I’m concentrating my efforts on more vacations and massages, that’s the best plan I’ve had in a long time.
No comments:
Post a Comment