The Domestic Job
My friend Gemma and I disagreed about just how much sexism there is in the world.
She thought the world was full of and driven by sexism with every interaction being dominated by it.
On the other hand I thought that sexism was a thing of the past, being less and less common everyday, eventually to fade away entirely.
I was sure her attitudes were shaped by the semi-celebrities her family rubbed shoulders with. Gemma Gianiopolis was the daughter of some big-wig: rich AND beautiful.
On the other hand, my attitudes were shaped by growing up on the other side of town, living among real people.
She argued that in education, in relationships, and in hiring, sexism would determine the outcomes more than any other factor.
Whereas me and my home friends just struggled to make ends meet and didn’t care about any of that bullshit.
So I challenged her to find some proof.
Just behind us, in the Student Union, there was a job board where anybody could post a job. She just pointed to the board as if she’d already won her case.
I said, “There’s a hundred jobs on that board and any one of those could be filled by a woman as well as by a man.”
She said, “Every one of those jobs discriminates and women will always suffer from a disadvantage.”
“Prove it!” I said.
She got up and looked over the jobs for a few minutes then came back with one. “Here’s an obviously sexist ad! It’s a horrible job designed to subjugate women in ways they would never do to a man.”
I took the paper, looking it over. It read: “Housekeepers wanted. Fit, trim, youthful, applicants should apply for topless cleaning duties. Uniform provided. Great pay!”
I objected, “It’s illegal. It shouldn’t be on the board and doesn’t count.”
She shot back, “But it IS on the board and it’s the oldest profession.”
“Well” I countered, it doesn’t say it’s only for girls. “I could get a job there. Also it’s great pay. How’s that subjugation? And it’s not prostitution, it’s just topless work.”
Waving the paper she said, “They’ll never hire you! And you can’t do the job. If they do, and if you survive a week, I’ll let you be the first to have this!”
Saying that, she gestured to her magnificent body. In her mind, using her body like that was empowering. Then, feeling empowered she clawed the air and growled like a cat.
I thought that secretly she would like to get with me, but couldn’t admit to wanting a guy-girl patriarchal relationship.
I asked, “If I lose?”
She answered coyly, “You’ll be my butler and do whatever I want.”
I would kill to sleep with Gemma. Her thin waist, super short shorts, and silver-black hair turned me on to no end.
She wasn’t the only girl in my social group to adopt that popular style but I think she pulled it off the best.
But even if I won, she had a great capacity toward tortured logic and could twist the truth better than most.
Turning the ad over I wrote a contract on the back and had her sign it.
I wrote, “Robbi, If the offer on this paper isn’t sexist I’ll be your sex kitten for a week and do whatever you want. But if it is sexist then you’ll be my butler for a week and do whatever I want – Gemma.”
She signed it with a flourish, confident she would win.
The next day I went into the agency. There were pictures of college age girls all over the wall. All of them wore a French maid uniform from the waist down, and all of them were beautiful and topless.
The guy behind the counter didn’t bat an eye. If anything, he seemed bored, “Fill out the application. It’s twenty-two dollars an hour. The customer’s always right. Tips are between you and the customer. Don’t disappoint me.”
I filled out the application, it was a standard form like any other. I asked, “So you have a position for a guy? And a uniform?”
He barely looked up, “You’re a good looking kid. We have customers who will be very happy to have you clean their place with your strong muscles. The uniform’s the same for everyone. We’re an equal opportunity employer.”
So far so good. I was clearly on my way to winning the contest. I’d passed the first hurdle.
Now I just needed to last a week – and I would make a shitload of money in the process.
The next day my first job was in the valley. It was a big house owned by a producer of some sort.
I packed my bucket of supplies and put on my uniform. It felt really strange to wear a skirt, stockings, garter, and high heels.
Standing in front of the mirror and holding up my hand, I blocked the image of my upper half and looked at my sexy maid bottom. I looked really feminine, and hot.
Then I blocked my view of my bottom half. I still had my six pack abs, ripped muscles, and thick biceps. I looked really masculine, and hot.
When I arrived the owner buzzed me through the gate. The front door was wide open so I went right in.
I learned his name was Paulee, and told him mine was Robbi. He loved my “stage-name”: how feminine it was. sincan escort I didn’t reveal that it was my real name, nor that I always thought of it as manly.
He told me to clean the kitchen, vacuum the whole house, launder the linnen, and finish by skimming the pool.
He didn’t seem disappointed that I wasn’t a hot topless girl. I guess he really did just want his place cleaned.
I finished in about two hours so I’d made forty-four dollars – a lot for a college kid at that time.
I went over to the bar by the pool to get my card signed while tottering on high heels.
He offered me a drink and since I didn’t have another job for the day I accepted.
We talked for a while and I even forgot I was a man in a skirt and fishnet stockings until he asked me what was holding the stockings up.
Matter of factly, I pointed to the garter straps, lifting the skirt to show him.
Next he asked about my package, “Is that all you under there?”
I never had thought to wonder if his questions were anything other than curiosity. And gayness or bisexuality weren’t even things on my radar.
“All me? What else would it be?”
“Oh, You’d be surprised. You ever see a girl stuff her bra?”
“I’ve heard of such things.” I laughed, “None of my coworkers do. You know, being topless and all.”
Then I mentioned my worry, “I hope you weren’t disappointed, expecting one of the girls.”
He answered, “Not at all. I picked you from the website. I liked your biceps.”
“Well, they came in handy vacuuming the whole house. That vacuum must weigh fifty pounds.”
Really, I must’ve been the dumbest prostitute in all of a California.
Finally, Paulee put his hand around me, squeezing my deltoid, “Let’s talk about a tip.”
I smiled broadly, “Ok, that sounds great! Did I do a good job?”
He looked me in the eye, then pointed down with his eyes, repeating himself slowly, “Let’s talk…about a tip.”
I followed his eyes and was totally taken aback by what I saw: just the tip of his cock was poking out of the front of his swim trunks.
Then I got it, “Oh, a tip!” He wanted me to play with his tip and he was offering me a tip.
I remembered circle jerks and even touching other guys’ cocks until we exploded. Have I told you I’m blonde?
Wanting a tip, I reached out, fondling his penis and feeling it grow in my hands. It protruded further out through his fly until it showed itself to be about an inch or two longer than mine. I felt self-conscious knowing he was that much bigger than me.
While I was massaging his dick, he reached under my skirt to manipulate mine through my panties. It felt great to be touched.
After a bit he stopped touching my dick, instead resting his hands on my shoulders.
Paulee took my face in his hands then shocked me by leaning in for a kiss. That was the moment that made me think he was gay.
When I turned my head he just put one hand on the back of my neck saying, “It’s alright. We don’t have to do that.”
This older man, gently but firmly pushed down on my shoulders until I was kneeling there before his erection.
Facing his bigger cock I got it again, “Do you want me to…to suck your cock?”
I needn’t have asked. With his hands behind my neck again, he pulled me in. He told me, “There’s one more thing to clean.”
I heard my bosses voice in my head, “Tips are between you and the customer.” Then I heard Gemma’s voice, “If you survive a week, I’ll let you be the first to have this!”
It was an easy choice. I opened wide sucking in a cock for the first time. It was clean and soft, much like any other skin really.
Paulee held me firm, guiding my head back and forth, giving me instructions all the while.
I think I’m a natural. He loved it. When he came his cum was warm, exactly like mine – except it was in my mouth.
Paulee told me to swallow so I did. I hoped swallowing was worth an extra five bucks.
After that he asked, “First time?” I nodded, not knowing if I should be more embarrassed to be a blowjob giver or a blowjob giver virgin.
He had me stand up, turning around and bending over to show him my body in different poses.
He dropped a hundred bucks in my hand saying, “I’d like you to come back tomorrow. Ok?”
I would have been satisfied with a twenty dollar tip, so I was overjoyed.
The next day I arrived with my supplies but never ended up using them.
Paulee met me at the door completely naked and even though I’d already sucked his cock, seeing him naked was still a shock to me.
We sat on his couch smoking weed with his hand on my knee. Paulee asked me all sorts of questions about my life and relished in bragging about his.
After a bit he sat closer to me on the couch there, his arm around my shoulders, and a gay porno on the big screen TV.
I was fascinated by the things the guys in the video did. I didn’t know there was such a variety of options available to them.
As we watched I realized sıhhiye escort that Paulee and I might end up doing any one of these activities. The images of naked men didn’t incite my lust, but somehow I was still turned on.
One of his arms was draped over me while his other hand stayed in my lap fondling my cock and balls. It kept me in a perpetual state of titillation.
Occasionally his hand strayed to rub my stocking clad leg, or tweak a nipple. It felt nice to have my body being appreciated.
The next thing I knew I was pinned back on the sofa with his body on top of mine. He was kissing my neck and shoulders while his hands embraced me and roamed.
Gosh! He really did like my body. He treated it like an object he could do whatever he wanted to. I loved the unique perspective from this side of a sexual encounter.
He kissed down my chest, sucking on my nipples and licking my abs.
When he flipped my skirt up he could easily see that I was still rock hard even though he hadn’t touched my cock in a long while.
I spread my legs for him when he ran a finger along the edge of my panties, then under.
I lifted my hips for him when he peeled my panties down exposing my cock and balls to the light of day.
It seemed like he was going to unsnap my garter next, but maybe he changed his mind.
Taking hold of my cock he waved it around, shaking it back and forth, apparently delighted by seeing the way it moved.
With little prelude his mouth was on my unit, deep throating me in seconds. Clearly he had more skills than I demonstrated yesterday in my comparatively feeble attempt to do a good job sucking cock.
Truth be told, he was better than all the nineteen year old girls who’d sucked mine – combined.
I was surprised at how good gay sex was. Who cares if it’s wrong? I was more surprised he was going to pay me for the privilege of sucking my cock rather than for me to suck his. Who cares if prostitution is wrong?
He did things to my penis I didn’t know could be done with a mouth, like when he sucked my cock to the root then snaked his tongue out to lick my balls simultaneously.
When he bobbed up and down it only took a few times getting my cockhead into his throat and I found myself pumping my cum down his gullet.
I felt bad coming so soon, “Aw shoot, Paulee, I’m sorry I didn’t last.”
He was unfazed, “It’s alright kid, that’s part of being youthful. I’m sure you’ll be ready for round two soon enough. I had no doubt he was right.
After I came he pushed my legs back then kissed my asshole. That was a new one! And it felt nice. It felt even nicer when he licked my hole repeatedly and for a long time. I was clueless to the fact that he was grooming me.
I was relaxed and ready for more when he flipped me over so I was kneeling in front of the couch with my ass sticking out.
Paulee kept licking my ass for a while more, then got up for a moment, “Hang on a sec. You’ve got great manly muscles but your butt doesn’t look quite right against that backdrop.”
He tossed a throw blanket over my top half so all that was visible would be my feminine bottom. “That’s better! Now you look just like any of the other agency girls I’ve fucked.”
I thought people were either gay or straight so the revelation that he’d fucked my coworkers came as a surprise. Really, I didn’t even know the word ‘bi’.
The other surprise was that he was planning to fuck me. Not like it shouldn’t have been obvious.
Paulee ran his hands up and down my legs, caressing my buns, “Oooh baby, you are hot! I’m gonna like this, you are really just the best of both worlds aren’t you.
He dribbled some slick stuff on my asshole then used his cockhead to spread it around. When he pushed the pressure felt pretty good.
It didn’t feel as good when the crown started to find its way inside. It stretched, it burned, and the pressure no longer fed my lust. No matter, another hundred dollar tip would make it so worth it.
After the tip was in, the shaft followed effortlessly. Paulee’s hands spread my cheeks obscenely before he bottomed out.
It didn’t last long before he grunted, obviously enjoying filling my insides with cum.
We fell apart, then cleaned up and I redid my girly outfit. He tipped my $200 this time which made me even happier than last time. I could get used to this.
As I was leaving Paulee asked me to attend a little get together. He said he wanted me to show this important guy a good time. Paulee would get me a wig and a different costume for the event. He asked, “If you could pick any color hair what would you choose?”
I thought about the girls I knew and confidently made my choice, “All the college girls these days are wearing theirs in silver and black.”
He mused out loud, “All the college girls…”
Closing the door he called after me, “If anyone asks, you’re a man-on-man virgin!”
I’d had so much fun acting like a maid that I was looking forward to trying something tandoğan escort new.
I got there about an hour before his party and he sent me to the bedroom to get ready.
A professional make-up lady was there and she did me up. I looked very convincingly real. I assumed she knew I was going to let a man have sex with me. She seemed jaded enough not to care.
My outfit was a pair of denim shorts that barely held my balls in, a lacy padded bra, and a plaid flannel shirt which she tied in a knot at my waist. When I looked in the mirror I saw a typical college coed, just like so many I see on campus everyday.
When I came out there were five guys working around a table with papers spread all over. They worked feverishly to transform a broadway play into a screenplay. I had no idea so much effort went into a project like that.
Paulee told me to look pretty and help out with drinks, and anything at all one particular man wanted.
Introducing me to Greco he said, “This is the young ‘lady’ I’ve been telling you about.” I felt special.
Greco seemed to feel special too, being provided with a toy such as myself. He enjoyed my company, touched me often, had me sitting on his lap, and was euphoric to flirt with me. I returned the flirting which made Paulee proud.
Placing my hands in his crotch, Greco was clearly turned on by me. I was popular!
When their work was wrapped up, he took me upstairs. Greco sat on the edge of the bed admiring my body. He grinned lecherously, “My daughter’s about your age, you remind me of her. Not that I would ever do anything with her like I’m going to do to you.”
He was older, and fatter than Paulee, I didn’t care. He took off all his clothes laying them out neatly on a chair.
Motioning for me to proceed I kneeled by the bedside in my slutty shoes licking his shriveled cock all over.
I sucked his cock for a long while with his fingers tangled in my silver tipped hair, but failed to make him hard. I started to worry I wasn’t sexy enough but his words belied my fears.
In the next second he revealed the problem, “Is this your first time?” I nodded, cock still in my mouth. “Paulee said you were a virgin. Now I believe him. It’ll all be that much better in a few minutes.”
Greco was the only one to speak, well obviously, since my mouth was full of soft squishy cock.
Doing oral things to a thick spongy dong was actually super fun.
Lifting my chin so I looked him in the eyes with my tender girlish face, I saw his countenance thirsting for me, so I made a show of batting my mascara brushed lashes. He stroked my cheek lightly, “You’ve got captivating eyes. I could drown in those baby blues. Really special eyes…” He pulled his cock out from my lips.
“Now go lie on your tummy sweetheart.”
Here I was, lying face down on the bed preparing myself mentally to get fucked again.
Greco liked what he saw: “Your legs are very attractive, young and sexy with no cellulite like my wife.”
It never occurred to me that a married dude would have sex with a young guy like me.”
“And your bubble butt…I haven’t enjoyed a butt as nice as yours in years.” He slapped it, softly sitting on the bed next to me.
I felt his fingers run up my naked, recently shaved legs, sneak into the denim clad crevice where my pussy would be if I had one, then continue up to cup my fake boobs. All the while he made lusty sounds, professing his cravings for my flesh.
He rearranged my hair so it cascaded down my back, he pushed my shirt up so more of my waist would show, and tugged down on my shorts. The effect was that my whale tail and the fake tramp-stamp the make-up lady gave me was revealed. Greco kissed it moaning with sexual hunger.
He straddled my legs, kneading my buns. I could feel his cock flopping around on my thighs. Greco exhaled audibly, “Wow you really do look like Gemma. I don’t know if that makes me want your ass more or less.”
My brain jumped into overdrive, “Shit! Greco was Gemma’s father. Or was he? Gemma wasn’t an unpopular name. It could be another Gemma. And I didn’t know his last name. There was no proof.
And if the big-wig movie mogul was the same rich semi-celebrity, why should I care?
He continued his monologue, “Well, it doesn’t matter, it’s really very sexy in its own right.” He tugged harder, yanking my shorts off despite never having unbuttoned them.
Without the jeans my thong was on full display. My lover snapped the fabric before tearing them off me, mumbling, “I’m gonna fucking remember breaking in a virgin for a long time. I’ll remember your sexy eyes too.”
Spreading my buns the big-wig whistled, “That’s a gorgeous virgin bung.
Where on Earth did Paulee find you?”
I answered, “It was my first day at the agency and his was my first job.”
“Robbi! That was a rhetorical question. You’re not supposed to answer – it spoils the illusion.”
There was a tray by the bed containing an assortment of gifts from Paulee: lube, condoms, chocolate, weed, and coke.”
He smeared about a gallon of lube on my whole butt. Then flopped down on me, wiggling his cock between my hugging buns.
Leaning his flabby naked body over mine, kissing me all over, groaning with immoral hunger: he made me feel more wanted than any girlfriend ever had.