Britney the Maid
(Updated in April 2025)
As she was reading the classifieds, Britney was stunned by a job ad:
“Maid needed. Large apartment downtown. Five hours on weekdays. $45 an hour. In addition to cleaning, must be able to lift heavy weights, 100lbs+ in some cases.
Please include two pictures with the application: a headshot and a full-body shot.”
$45 an hour was a lot of money! Since dropping out of college a couple of months ago, Britney had been looking for work, but with no luck so far. She had attended a mid-tier state university but really hated studying. After finishing her junior year with just two years’ worth of credits, she decided to call it quits. In her job search, she started by being a bit selective and mostly applied to positions she thought her time in college would help her get, like administrative assistant or medical technician. But after more than a month with no responses, Britney began applying to lower-paid work—like fast-food cashier or supermarket bagger. She was getting desperate. The money her folks had last given her was running out, and soon she wouldn’t be able to afford the rent for the small room in the dingy shared apartment where she was living. If things didn’t start turning around quickly, Britney would have to leave the city and go back to her parents' house in Idaho with nothing to show for her college “adventure.”
Britney had no experience as a maid and probably shouldn’t have had any chance at such a well-paid position. The employer would surely get the pick of the best maids in town… but there was something peculiar in the posting that gave her hope: the lifting requirement. Britney generally hated college but did love one part of it: being able to spend time doing sports, especially weightlifting. She tried several strength-based sports in high school, including shot put and wrestling and ultimately focused on weightlifting. She was so good at it that it earned her a college scholarship and played a big role in her acceptance to the university, despite her mediocre grades. In college, she continued to lift competitively and placed highly in a few state competitions. Britney was sad to no longer be lifting competitively after quitting college, but she kept in good shape—if a bit beefier than before—by joining a CrossFit gym belonging to a guy in her neighborhood that gave her a big discount.
Britney found it strange that a maid position would include a requirement to lift heavy objects. Most maids were smallish, middle-aged women. Some may be strong for their size, but one would not expect an average – or even a strong – maid to lift and move heavy furniture around. It was also strange that the employer might need someone to lift things so regularly that they would include this requirement in a job for which they’d be paying for so many hours every week. Could the employer be an infirm old lady who needed help moving things—and maybe even needed to be carried around sometimes? Come to think of it, unless the apartment was massive and constantly dirtied by several people, why would anyone need five hours of cleaning every day?? But, odd or not, she had exactly the right “skills” for the lifting portion of the job and hoped that would be enough to land her the job…
Britney also found the picture request in the job posting unusual. In her mental image of maids, people generally don’t hire them for their looks. Britney was no model, her face was squarish and her features generally plain. But she had a pleasant smile, shoulder-length dark-blonde hair, light brown eyes, tanned white skin, and an athletic figure, and people often said she was pretty despite her rarely wearing makeup. Perhaps the employer is asking for a full body picture to get a sense of whether the maid can do the required lifting?
Britney needed money and fast, so she decided to ignore the puzzling details of the posting and got going to prepare her application. She added a description of her weight-lifting experience to her resume and took a head selfie posing with her best smile. She put on a short-sleeve top and a knee-length skirt for the full-body picture, which she thought would show off her strong physique while remaining tasteful. Even before dropping out of college, she had not been competing for a few months, so Britney hadn’t been watching her eating much and her weight had climbed to 178, which gave a meaty “off-season” look to her 5’8 broad frame. Her arms were very strong and solid-looking, but not very defined when unflexed. Her calves were quite bulky and remained very muscular. The thickness of her arms and calves would be obvious in her full-body shot.
After getting dressed, she asked her roommate to take her picture. “Wow, looking good, Britney! What is the picture for… dating app?”, “Ah no… just need to include it in a job application.”, “Nice! You are dressed to kill! Hope you get the job!”, “Thanks, Karen!”
With the pictures in hand and an updated resume, Britney pressed send. Now she would just have to wait…
… The wait wasn’t long. Ten minutes later, Britney received a reply from the job poster: “Very interested in your resume. Would you be available for an interview tomorrow evening? My address is…” The signature at the end of the message, “CS,” and the email address, cs1989@somemail.com, didn’t give away whether the employer would be a male or female. Could it be a guy? Why would a man need a maid to lift things around the house for him? Some men are so lazy these days… The address was for a very fancy apartment tower close to the city center… whoever this employer is, they must be loaded!
Britney replied quickly, and the interview was set. She took the quick reply as a good sign and got excited—she might finally land a job… and such a well-paying one! To let off some steam, Britney got into gear and headed to the gym for some lifting. Tomorrow may be the day her luck starts to turn around!
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Britney entered the apartment building, walked to the elevator, and hit the button for the 15th floor. “The apartment must have a great lake view,” she daydreamed. Wearing a white, short-sleeved, fitted-but-not-skin-tight tank top and form-fitting black pants, she was ready to make a strong first impression. “I need to show I’m up for the job!” she thought. She also wore open-toed sandals with two-inch, wide heels she had bought a few days ago. She hoped that, by making her a bit taller, the small lift in her heels would make her seem more elegant, a bit less stocky, without making her towering.
After a smooth, quiet ride, the elevator reached the 15th floor. She stepped out and knocked on CS’s apartment door…
“Hi, great to meet you, Britney. I’m Charlie!” said the man who opened the door and extended his hand to shake Britney’s.
“Hi Charlie, great to meet you too!” She replied, giving a firm handshake to Charlie’s delicate and skinny hand.
Charlie motioned her to enter… His apartment was very spacious, and Britney was immediately amazed by the lake view gracing his living room window.
“Wow,” she gasped, unable to contain her wonder.
“Do you like my apartment, Britney?”
“Yes, it is amazing Mr. Charlie! Such an amazing view from your living room!”
“Please, call me Charlie…”
“Sure thing, Charlie. I am quite excited about the position!”
As they faced each other, Britney stood taller than Charlie, two, maybe three inches. Given her heels, this meant Charlie must have been 5’8 or 5’7. With his short brown hair, light brown skin, and kind smile, Charlie was cute in a boyish way… even though Britney figured he must be around 35, as betrayed by his first wrinkles and a few grizzled hairs. He was wearing a stylish, gray button-down shirt that fit him a bit too loosely. She couldn’t quite make out his frame, but he seemed to be on the thin side. “Maybe that’s why he needs help lifting things around the house,” Britney chuckled to herself.
“Britney, please feel free to sit down,” Charlie suggested as he pulled a chair so she could sit by the gorgeous, sleek table between the living room and the kitchen on his massive open floor. “Would you like anything to drink?”
“Thank you, Charlie! Some cold water would be great. It is quite a hot, muggy day outside!”
“Certainly, Britney!” Charlie headed to the kitchen and returned with a cup of water with ice.
Sitting down, Charlie started, “Ok, let’s get down to business. Why should I hire you, Britney?” Over the next few minutes, Britney described her previous experience, the jobs she had growing up, as a cashier, as a lifeguard, as a waitress, how she is looking to work hard if given a chance. He listened attentively, mostly just nodding for her to continue—until he interrupted…
“Do you have any experience working as a maid?”
“No, unfortunately, I do not… but if you give me a chance, I’ll give it my best. Your place will always be spotless!”
“I have no doubt Britney!” Charlie replied with a smile.
She’d been worried about her lack of experience, but his reaction put her at ease—and boosted her confidence. As she described her experience to Charlie, Britney noticed that, every so often, he would quickly glance at her arms… Also, with the nervousness of the job interview, Britney shook her foot and dangled her sandal occasionally… As she kept fidgeting, Charlie, sitting on the same side of the table as her, looked down furtively a few times, and Britney felt he might have been taking quick glances at her legs and feet. She didn’t think much of these glances – maybe he was shy and wanted to avoid eye contact, or was nervous, or just distracted by her fidgeting.
After describing her work experience, Britney told Charlie that she would have no trouble lifting and moving around heavy things, furniture, whatever he needs, as she was a competitive weightlifter in college. Given how strange this requirement was for a maid job, she expected Charlie would have follow-up questions—or at least explain what she’d be lifting… but he simply said, “That’s great!” with a reserved smile and moved on to talk about a few additional bureaucratic details.
“Thank you so much for coming over, Britney!” Charlie said as he stood up.
“The pleasure was mine, Charlie! I would really enjoy working for you! When do you think you’ll be making a decision?” Britney asked, expecting it would take several days for Charlie to complete his search and decide.
“Well, I think you are perfectly qualified for what I have in mind! I want to offer you the job. Do you accept, Britney?”
“Yes!!!! That would be amazing, Charlie!” Britney was so overjoyed she embraced Charlie and effortlessly lifted him into the air, clutching his thin body without thinking.
“Happy you are accepting Britney,” Charlie said as he let go a small sigh of pain. “Can you put me down now?” He continued with a shy smile.
“Oh, of course, Charlie… so sorry for the inappropriate behavior… I got so excited about the job that I went overboard… It will not happen again!”
“It is no problem, Britney. I really appreciate your enthusiasm. Would you be able to start tomorrow, 2 pm? The house hasn’t been cleaned for a while, and I could use the help immediately.”
“Sure thing, boss! Thank you so much for the opportunity!”
They exchanged a few more pleasantries, and Britney left Charlie’s apartment. She was so over the moon… she finally had a job… and so well paying! Her luck had started to shift! She couldn’t wait for the next day.
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Her first day was a Monday. Britney woke up early, excited for the day ahead! Being a maid certainly wasn’t her dream job. But the pay was excellent, Charlie seemed like a nice boss, and the apartment was so gorgeous… she’ll love to spend time there even if only cleaning!
After getting up, Britney dressed less formally, more practically today: loose hoodie, sweatpants, and old sneakers. “Today, I don’t need to impress him with my looks—just my work,” she thought.
Wanting to start off on the right foot, Britney arrived ten minutes early but waited until exactly 2 p.m. to knock on Charlie’s door. “Don’t want to bother him if he is busy,” she thought.
At 2 pm, she knocked, and Charlie didn’t take more than a couple seconds to open the door. Probably just a coincidence, but it almost felt like he’d been waiting by the door for her to knock.
“Great to see you, Britney!”
After she got in, Charlie showed Britney around the house. A huge master bedroom with a lake view, a nicely sized guest room with a view of the city—both with large private bathrooms. The kitchen was also very spacious, and Charlie had a variety of appliances she had never seen – was he into cooking? Britney noticed some stains and dust here and there, but nothing that worried her too much. “Next to my brother’s apartment, this place is spotless,” she mused.
“Apologies for the mess,” said Charlie. “The lady that used to clean my apartment left the country a couple of weeks ago, and I haven’t gotten around to cleaning since I’ve been too busy with work. I’m really glad to have you starting today…”
“No need to apologize, Charlie! You’re paying me big bucks to make your place shine like new,” Britney replied with a smile.
“Thank you! I just feel a bit self-conscious about the mess... I need to get back to work now. Here are the spare keys to the apartment so you can come and go after today. I’ll be back at 7 pm and pay you for the day.”
“Thanks! Hope the rest of your workday goes well!”
Charlie left, and Britney got down to business. Wanting to impress him, she decided to carefully scrub all the surfaces by hand. But Charlie’s apartment was huge, and Britney lacked both experience and cleaning technique. Time flew by. In the last hour, Britney moved around quickly and cleaned furiously. It turned into quite the workout, and she ended up drenched in sweat. After all her effort, Britney finished cleaning the whole apartment at 6:58 and stopped to take a breather – sweat falling down her forehead – proud of her work.
At 7 pm, Charlie opened the door.
“Hi Britney!”
“Hi Charlie! I just finished cleaning the whole apartment! Hope it is to your liking!”
For a few seconds, Charlie scanned the kitchen. She could tell he was eyeing a spot near the stove—where a huge grease stain stood out. “Darn… how could I miss that??” Then, his eyes wandered to the floor next to his other kitchen counter, where there was also a large stain. “Oh boy, I really effed up. This might be the shortest job of my life,” Britney thought.
“Everything looks good. Thank you for the hard work, Britney! Let me get your money…”
Britney was so relieved… As Charlie walked past, she noticed him take a quick, deep sniff—without looking at her. Was he smelling her? Did she stink? “I need to finish the work less frantically next time so I don’t sweat so much,” she thought.
“Here are your $225 Britney! Great job! See you tomorrow!”
“Thank you, Charlie, see you tomorrow!”
And Britney left the apartment. At last, she had earned some money! After getting in the elevator, she brought her nose close to her armpit and took a big whiff. “Damn, I do stink. Between that and my complete lack of attention, I’m not sure why Charlie wants to keep me as a maid. I better make sure I don’t leave any stains tomorrow… and I need to take a good shower when I get home,” Britney mused as she left Charlie’s apartment building into the city night.
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The next day, Britney arrived at Charlie’s empty apartment around 2 p.m., just like before. Remembering the big grease stains she had missed the day before, she immediately got busy scrubbing them off. After that, she combed through the house looking for other things to clean… She scrubbed a few spots, freshened things up, and tidied his bed… but by 3 p.m., she was done… nothing else to do for the rest of the afternoon. “Houses don’t dirty themselves so quickly,” she thought… Britney knew she had to stay until 7 p.m. to get her full pay, so she sat by the dining table playing games on her phone. After a while, she got bored and picked up a few magazines Charlie had lying around… Sports Illustrated (not the swimsuit edition), ESPN, WWE magazine… She was surprised to find so many sports magazines lying around. “Charlie’s such an unathletic-looking nerd… Wouldn’t have guessed he was into sports.”
Time passed a little faster while she read through the magazines. She was engrossed reading a somewhat tongue-in-cheek article titled “Could Ronda Rousey beat up an average Joe?” when she heard Charlie open the door.
“Hi Britney!”
“Hi Charlie!”
“I see the apartment is spotless!”
“Thanks, Charlie!”
“Here is your cash,” and he handed her another $225.
“Thanks, Charlie! I finished today’s work in the first hour… Are you sure you need me here five hours a day? Or even five days a week? I feel like I’m taking advantage of you, working for just a bit and then sitting around the rest of the day doing nothing.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it, Britney! If you're willing, I’d really prefer you keep coming five days a week, five hours a day. I like for you to be around in case anything comes up, and I need your help,” Charlie said, looking serious.
“Sure, Charlie, I can certainly use the money.”
“But I do feel bad for you to sit around for hours feeling bored. When you finish the day’s work, please feel free to use my house as if it were yours. You can watch TV, lie in bed if you like... Also, my building has a nice gym downstairs that you can use. The fob in the key chain opens its door. If you use the gym and want to freshen up after, you can use the shower in my guest bathroom.”
“That is so generous, Charlie! You are too nice to me! If you keep making offers like this, I might just take them,” Britney replied cheekily.
“I do mean it.” Charlie retorted, smiling. “My casa es tu casa!”
“See you tomorrow, Charlie!”
“See you tomorrow, Britney!”
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The next day, Britney finished all her work in 20 minutes. She sat around for a bit—played on her phone, watched some TV, flipped through more magazines… but still, she was bored. Around 6 p.m., Britney decided to head downstairs and check out the gym… and when she walked in, she was amazed. “Wow, this gym has better equipment than any I’ve seen… and it’s almost empty. These rich nerds must never use it. I bet Charlie hasn’t stepped foot in here once,” Britney thought, amused. “Tomorrow, I’ll bring my workout clothes and pump some iron!” She decided. “No need to pay Karl to use his crappy gym anymore.”
Britney settled into a routine over the next few days: clean and organize for a few minutes, lounge on Charlie’s sleek leather couch, hit the gym for an hour of lifting, return to the apartment, take a long shower in his luxurious tub, grab a snack from his fridge, relax with more TV… then collect her $225 when Charlie showed up at seven. This job was working swimmingly!
One day, lounging on Charlie’s sofa, Britney did the math. “$225 a day means $1,125 a week, $4,500 a month… If I work 50 weeks a year, that’s $56,250…” she calculated… “I won’t be rich, but for how little I work—and with access to his gym and fridge—it’s pretty darn sweet… I can certainly get used to this!” She chuckled. “He must be loaded to pay someone just to hang out in his apartment.”
A couple days later, the metro was delayed, and Britney didn’t arrive until 3 p.m. As usual, she had no trouble getting the day’s work done in just a few minutes. She knew that Charlie had a doorbell camera and would be able to tell that she arrived late. But she wanted her full day’s pay and bet Charlie would never complain. “If he says anything, I’ll just make up some BS excuse—he’ll eat it up,” Britney thought. In the next couple days, Charlie never mentioned her lateness and kept paying her the $225 with a smile on his face. From then on, Britney started showing up whenever she felt like. Some days it was 3, others 4 or even 5—always with enough time to clean a little, work out, shower, and lounge before Charlie got home. He never said a word about her reduced hours…
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A couple of weeks later, while snooping around Charlie’s bedroom, Britney noticed a photo peeking out from his nightstand drawer. Curious, she quickly grabbed it for a closer look. It was an old picture of Charlie with a lady. She was gorgeous with her long blonde hair, blue eyes, and fancy red dress. From the way they stood next to each other, it seemed like they might have been an item… The woman absolutely towered over Charlie. Even with her fancy five-inch stilettos, she looked so tall next to him that she had to be at least 5’11” or six feet. “Way to go, Charlie! Who said that short-men finish last…” she thought. Britney also noticed that the woman clearly had broader shoulders than Charlie. “Charlie was even more of a scrawny dweeb back then,” Britney chuckled to herself. The red-dress lady had thick, solid-looking arms… thinner than Britney’s but certainly putting Charlie’s to shame.
After finding this interesting tidbit from Charlie’s past, Britney decided to head out to the gym. She felt like getting really pumped up today… First, Britney went through multiple sets of squats, deadlifts, bicep curls… Then she banged out eight pull-ups in a row, grunting with each rep. At last, Britney went for a few sets of bench-pressing. For a perfect finish, she benched 160lbs for eight in her last set. She struggled but kept the bar steady and under control the whole way, even in her last rep.
Sweat dripping everywhere, Britney had never felt so good in her life. Standing in front of the empty gym’s mirror in her black, tight-fitting sleeveless crop top and booty shorts, Britney flexed her big, bare biceps and basked at their glory. Then, she flexed her meaty thighs and calves and struck another double biceps pose. She’d been working out more consistently than ever—and felt stronger than ever, too. That morning, the scale read 183 lbs… and looking at the peaks of her biceps and the tightness in her abs, she knew she’d packed on more than five pounds of muscle over the past few weeks. Britney still wasn’t cut like a competitive bodybuilder—nor did she want to be—but she was clearly getting more muscular, and she loved it!
Back at Charlie’s apartment, Britney felt too drained to stand in the shower right away. Charlie had this super comfy leather chaise chair… she would sit for a bit, cooling off and relaxing before showering. She was so sweaty and smelly. Would it soak into the couch? Could she even scrub the stink out later? She wasn’t sure, but she felt like sitting there for a bit anyway… “I bet if he noticed, he’d enjoy it,” Britney giggled to herself. “It’s only 4:50. I’ve got time to relax before he gets here.”
Suddenly, Britney was awakened from her slumber by the sound of the door opening.
“Hi Britney!” said a cheerful Charlie.
“Hi Charlie!” replied a still groggy Britney.
Seeing that Britney had just woken up, Charlie offered:
“Please don’t get up. Feel free to keep enjoying the chaise… would you like anything to drink?”
“Thanks, Charlie!” Britney yawned. “Could you bring me a Sprite? Sorry that I was napping on your couch. I had a heavy workout downstairs… when I got back, I was too tired to shower right away… so I sat down for a bit, but ended up dozing off…”
“It’s not a problem. I’m glad you are enjoying the gym in my building. I haven’t gotten my money’s worth from it.”
Charlie walked from the kitchen to where Britney sat and placed a glass with a couple of ice cubes and a bottle of Sprite on the side table next to her.
“Thank you, Charlie! You are such a dear!”
Noticing Britney’s thick, muscular bare legs draped over the edge of the chaise, Charlie disappeared into his bedroom and returned with the matching ottoman.
“Let me place this ottoman in front of your chair, Britney… you’ll feel much more comfortable.”
Britney lifted her feet a bit so Charlie could place the ottoman below them. But she didn’t lift them quite high enough… Britney’s feet had felt quite sweaty after her workout, so when she got back to the apartment, she took off her sneakers and socks to air her feet and put on her flip-flops. Being so close to her feet, Charlie had to be catching their pungent smell, Britney thought… She was amused observing his predicament trying to position the ottoman when he gently lifted her feet by the sole of her flip-flops and helped her place her feet on the ottoman. The whole scene struck her as hilarious—a twisted version of Cinderella.
“All set now, maximum comfort!” bragged Charlie.
He was right—Britney did feel a lot more comfortable now.
“Would you like to watch some TV together, Charlie?”
“Certainly, Britney, I’d enjoy relaxing for a bit. Today was a very exciting day at work!”
Britney turned on the TV to ESPN, which showed a track event.
“What happened at work, Charlie?”
“A contract I’ve been working on for a while got closed today! This will likely mean I will get a nice raise and bonus at the end of the year!”
“Nice, good job, Charlie! Maybe I’ll get a raise too!” Britney joked to Charlie’s giggles.
They chatted a while longer about his job. Britney found his work stories boring, but she humored him as he spoke proudly about his achievements. As they chatted, she would occasionally notice Charlie steal quick glances of her legs. “He must love my awesome gams,” she thought, smirking to herself.
Their conversation died down after a while, and they sat quietly watching the track event. At some point, the camera focused on the women’s shot put competition, which was choke full of robust-looking women. She noticed Charlie staring at the screen, totally transfixed.
“You know Charlie, I was very good at shot put in high school.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, I even won a few inter-school competitions in my county. But in my junior year, I focused on weight-lifting instead, as I was even better at it. I got to the state finals, and it helped me get a nice college scholarship,” Britney bragged.
“That’s amazing, Britney!” Charlie said, then followed up with a string of questions about her athletic past. Britney was happy to indulge his curiosity and share details about her prowess. Charlie seemed a bit looser and less shy today, perhaps because he felt confident after his work accomplishment.
“How about you, Charlie? Did you play any sports?”
“Not really… I was not very coordinated or naturally strong. But I did compete in the math Olympiad and chess!” Charlie replied proudly.
“Nice, Charlie. You’re such a sweet nerd!”
They talked for a bit more about Charlie’s nerdy interests… eventually, it got to 7 pm and Charlie asked:
“I know it’s your time to go, but… would you stay a bit longer if I cooked you a delicious meal?”
“Huuum… hell to the yes! What would make? I’m starving and could eat a truck!”
“Let me surprise you! You won’t be disappointed…”
As he said that, Charlie got up and went to the kitchen to prep dinner. Sitting in the chaise, feet propped on the ottoman, Britney couldn’t see what Charlie was cooking from where she lounged. But she could see Charlie’s cute face, stealing glances of her every so often… And it was at that moment that it all dawned on her… she finally understood what was Charlie’s deal and why he had offered her a job... “It is so obvious… how could I have not connected it all before?” she chuckled…
Locking her gaze on Charlie—like a predator eyeing its prey—Britney stretched her arms behind her head, exposing her sweaty, hairy pits… She hadn’t shaved in weeks—thick hairs blanketed her pits.… This hairiness added another layer to her strong, feral look. Her thick biceps were half-flexed in the dominant pose as she lounged on her chaise throne, watching Charlie cook for her. Her display was too much for Charlie, who could not stop looking in Britney’s direction constantly. Every time he did, her eyes would meet his, and she would flash him a piercing, knowing smile. After a while, Britney let her flip-flops drop to the floor, baring her feet. She casually shuffled her thick, muscular legs, placing one over the other and then switching, gently flexing, sometimes pointing her toes to stretch her calves. For a bit, she placed her foot over her left calf while bending her knee in a sexy pose… Charlie couldn’t stop sneaking glances—his eyes darted back to her every few seconds. “He can’t resist me,” Britney thought, smiling.
After what felt like the most intense meal prep of his life, Charlie brought the food over and motioned for Britney to join him at the table. As she stood up, Charlie could not help but stare in her direction and ogle at her muscular bare legs again, while trying to avoid her gaze by looking down. He brought a healthy-looking, colorful salad, a tray of perfectly prepared french fries, and two plates of steak to the table. The plate he set in front of Britney had two thick filets, probably 8 ounces each. His own plate held a much smaller, lower-quality cut.
“Hope you like everything!”
“It looks delicious, Charlie! Are you sure about giving me the two larger steaks? Aren’t you hungry too?”
Smiling back at Britney, Charlie replied, “As you workout so hard, I wanted to make sure you have all the protein you need. Don’t worry about me, I usually don’t eat that much meat. I prepared for you two USDA prime filet mignons. In my house, always all the best for my cherished guest!”
“That’s really thoughtful, Charlie. I do love me a good steak,” Britney said with a grin.
They chit-chatted about Charlie’s knack for cooking and Britney’s lack of interest in it while she devoured her delicious feast and he slowly ate his small meal. Towards the end of the meal, Britney gazed intensely into Charlie’s eyes and decided to go for the jugular finally…
“Charlie, it's time for you to come clean,” Britney said, smiling slyly.
“About what?” Charlie replied sheepishly.
“About why you employed me, Charlie… about why you posted an ad for a maid that could lift heavy objects…” Britney said while straightening her back to look more imposing.
“Well… I do need someone to move furniture around sometimes…” Charlie replied nervously in a low voice.
“I have been working for you for over a month, and you haven’t asked me once to move anything heavy… Admit it, Charlie…” Britney said and waited for his response. After ten seconds that felt like an eternity to Charlie, Britney continued:
“Admit it, Charlie, that you hired me for my muscular physique. I have seen you ogle at my muscles many times, Charlie… your offer for me to use your gym… all the sports magazines you keep around with pictures of fit women… Admit it, Charlie!”
Caught red-handed and unsure how to deny it further, Charlie responded in a subdued voice, turning beet red: “Yes… you’re right, Britney…”
“Thank you, Charlie… It wasn’t so hard to be honest!” Britney replied calmly with a smile.
“Apologies for not being honest with you earlier, Britney… I was afraid of how you would react. I have never told a woman about my preferences…”
“I bet lady-in-red knew,” Britney thought to herself and smiled. Then she replied: “I find it kind of flattering, actually. I’ve never seen a guy so in awe with my hard bod,” she joked.
Britney’s answer relaxed Charlie a bit, who went on to explain… “For a skinny guy like me, it is tough to meet attractive, athletic women like you… So I have had this idea in my mind for a while – maybe I can hire an athletic woman to work for me and I would get to be around her. When my last maid quit, I decided to pull the trigger on the idea and posted the ad…”
“Very cunning, Mister Charlie,” Britney said with a laugh.
“For the first couple weeks that the ad was up, I got a lot of responses from experienced maids. But in most cases, I could immediately tell their picture that they had no special athleticism or strength. I did interview a few candidates who I couldn’t quite size up from their pictures, but all ended up being disappointing in person… I was close to giving up on the idea but decided to give it one last shot and posted an ad with even higher pay. The next day, I got your email!”
“Those $45 an hour sure were an eye catcher!” Britney joked.
“The moment I saw your pictures, I knew I’d want to hire you… and you were so pleasant in the interview, too!”
“Oooh, thank you, Charlie! So… do you think you’re getting your money’s worth?”
“I’ve been super happy with your work, Britney! And I really admire you and love to have you around!”
“Would you like to see more, Charlie? Would you like me to do this?” Britney asked as she flexed her right bicep.
“Wow, your muscle is amazing! I’ve never seen such an incredible female bicep from up close before,” Charlie replied and then stood motionless with his mouth agape, almost drooling.
Britney slid her chair closer to Charlie, flexed her bicep again, and said softly, almost teasing, “You can touch it if you want…”
Charlie slowly reached out with a trembling hand. He touched her arm tentatively at first, feeling how little of her biceps his hand could cover…
“You can squeeze it, it won’t bite.”
With this encouragement, Charlie tried to dig his fingers into her bicep, but it didn’t budge—solid as a rock.
“Hope you enjoyed that, Charlie… What do you think of these?” Britney said as she reclined, lifted her legs, and rested her feet on his lap. “What do you think of my legs, Charlie?”
Charlie was mesmerized… “You have such beautiful, thick, strong legs, Britney… It’s like you came out of one of my dreams…”
“You can touch them, Charlie. Just for a bit… go ahead, hold my right calf.”
Charlie proceeded as instructed…
“Feel how big and hard my calf is when I flex it, Charlie…” she whispered, her voice low and sultry.
Charlie felt it and was lucky to contain his excitement and not jiz on his pants.
“Well, that is enough for now, Charlie… maybe I’ll let you touch my big muscles again some other time…” Britney said as she leisurely lifted her feet from Charlie’s lap. “Wanna feel how strong I really am, Charlie?”
“What do you have in mind?” Charlie replied nervously but with great anticipation.
“How about we arm-wrestle?” Britney said with a smile while flexing her biceps again.
“I don’t think I’ll have much chance…”
“Oh, you never know, Charlie! It will be fun!”
“Ok…” Charlie replied, and they moved to a corner of the table, facing each other.
“Let’s try right-handed,” instructed Britney.
Charlie was still wearing his long-sleeved work shirt, so Britney could not amuse herself by watching the size difference of their arms… but once she felt his weak grip, she knew he was no match.
“Are you even trying, Charlie?” Britney teased, knowing full well he was giving it everything—his face turning red, breath short. Britney toyed with him, letting him push her arm an inch from the table—then holding it there effortlessly while he gave it everything he had… just to swiftly turn the tables and slam his hand down when she had enough…
“Good job, little Charlie! But you will have to eat a lot of Wheaties to compete with these guns!” Britney joked as she struck a double biceps pose. “Wanna try both hands against just one of mine, Charlie?” she said with a smirk.
“Yes…” Charlie replied in a low voice, beat red, sweat forming on his brow…
Charlie clutched both hands around Britney’s right hand and pulled down with all his might… “It’s amazing; even with his two hands, I barely need to break a sweat to resist him,” Britney amused herself thinking. Again, she toyed with him for a bit, letting her arm get midway to the table… “Oh, you will get me this time, Charlie!” Britney teased… before, once again, quickly reversing the situation and slamming both of his hands on the table.
“Well, I guess that clears out who has the biggest muscles,” Britney joked. “Let me feel your arm, Charlie,” Britney said. Still catching his breath, Charlie stretched out his right arm so she could feel his biceps through the fabric.
“Lots of work to do here, Charlie!” Britney teased. “His muscle is so small… I don’t think I’ve ever met a grown man with arms this skinny. His biceps don’t seem bigger than those of my 12-year-old cousin…” Britney thought and giggled.
“So… have you told me everything now, Charlie?”
“About what?” Charlie asked, his voice small.
“About your intentions, Charlie… why you pay to have me around. Is it really just because you admire muscular women?”
“Yes, Britney… that is the only reason. I enjoy having you around and really need a maid. No other ulterior motives.”
“Ok Charlie… I’ll trust you…” Britney replied, sounding unconvinced. “Tell me more about your admiration for strong women, Charlie.”
A bit more relaxed now, Charlie spoke for several minutes about his fascination with strong women. How he’d always been drawn to athletic girls growing up, how he was fascinated by female athletes on TV, how he would “sometimes” watch videos of muscular women online. By the time he’d gotten it all off his chest, it was already 9 p.m.—and Britney decided it was time to head home. Charlie handed her the day’s pay, and off she went.
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The next day, when Charlie entered his apartment at his usual 7 p.m., he found Britney lying on his larger couch, watching TV. A glance toward the kitchen revealed all the dishes from the day before still piled in the sink, unwashed.
“Hi Britney!”
“Hi Charlie! Would you come over here and sit with me on the couch?”
“Sure, Britney!”
As Charlie approached in the dimly lit room, he saw Britney in a grey t-shirt and black yoga pants, her sneakers casually propped up on his expensive sofa. The way Britney was lying down – head resting on one of the couch’s armrests, legs slightly bent, feet on the sofa – forced Charlie to squeeze himself into the cramped space remaining on the other side of the sofa. After he sat down, Britney spoke again:
“I didn’t feel like cleaning today, Charlie,” Britney said flatly, without a hint of apology. “It was such a beautiful day—I went for a walk and didn’t get here until about five. After, I went downstairs for a heavy workout… it got me really hot and sweaty, but I didn’t feel like showering after… this couch is too tempting after I get gassed from pumping iron.” She said cheekily.
Charlie didn’t know how to react to Britney’s audacity and sat silently for a few seconds, which felt like minutes. Britney interrupted the silence…
“I haven’t had a good foot rub in ages… would you massage my feet, Charlie,” Britney said assertively, stretching her legs and dropping her shoes into his lap. Her tone left no doubt—it was a command, not a request…
“Sure, no problem,” Charlie responded meekly. “Would you like me to take off your shoes?”
“Yes, silly… that is kind of needed to message someone’s feet,” Britney replied, giggling.
Charlie gently untied her shoelaces and slipped off her sneakers. A powerful smell hit him the moment her feet were exposed. Then, Charlie proceeded to massage her white-socked feet. He gave it his best, hoping to please Britney. He’d only ever massaged a girl’s feet once before—his tall, majestic Sydney. Charlie still missed her, but Britney had an even more impressive physique and seemed to enjoy his company… Five minutes must have passed by when Sydney interrupted his daydreaming.
“That feels nice… but I bet it’d feel even better on my bare feet. Take my socks off, Charlie.”
Charlie did as told and was about to restart his rubbing when Britney interrupted him again by raising her right foot close to his face.
“Do you think my feet stink, Charlie? Go ahead, take a good whiff!” she giggled, dangling her right foot close to his face—one toe gently brushing his nose.
Charlie took a deep breath and inhaled the pungent smell of Britney’s foot. He wasn’t sure what she wanted to hear as an answer, so he responded meekly, “I don’t think they stink, Britney…”
Britney laughed at his answer. “Very diplomatic, sir. But I don’t believe you—I can smell them from here!” Britney laughed, wiggling her toes a few times, inches from his nose. Then, she lowered her foot back to his lap and commanded, “Keep rubbing!”
Charlie rubbed every inch of Britney’s size 10 feet for what felt like hours—but was probably only 15 minutes—while she relaxed, eyes on the TV.
"Rub my calves too... all those calf raises at the gym left them sore."
Charlie was happy to oblige… They looked soooo thick and felt soooo strong… He wished he could live pressing his face against them… After a while, his fingers started to feel sore and hurt from rubbing Britney’s rock-solid calves hard, but he did not complain. “Will she ask me to massage her meaty thighs? I wish I could touch them… Maybe she’ll ask me to do more…” Charlie daydreamed.
After a few minutes, Britney had another request, but not what Charlie was hoping for… “I’m starving, would you make me dinner…” While worded as a question, her request again sounded like an order. “I looked around the fridge earlier and saw that you have some wagyu beef from Japan. That sounds delicious. Make me some while I finish watching this show.”
The wagyu was for the dinner party he had planned with his friends in a couple of days. He had bought 16 ounces to share among four, as Wagyu is very expensive… but he knew Britney ate like a lioness, and Charlie wanted to make her happy.
“Want as much as yesterday, Britney?”
“That would be lovely, Charlie!” she answered pleasantly.
Before cooking, Charlie had to quickly clean by hand some of the dishes that had been unwashed since the day before… From the corner of his eye, he could see Britney chilling on his couch, smiling back at him. When he finished tidying up, Charlie got busy cooking $300 worth of beef for her. He didn’t have more and wasn’t hungry – likely from the shock of what had been going down since he got home – so he didn’t cook anything for himself.
“Here you have it, Ms. Britney!” He announced in a small attempt at humor while putting down her plate.
“It looks delightful, Alfred!” Britney retorted jokingly – likely referring to Batman’s butler, Charlie thought. “Would you grab me some wine, too? I saw a bottle of French red in your wine cabinet… it sounded expensive. I want to try it!”
“Certainly Milady!” Charlie announced as he headed back to the kitchen. As he walked by Britney, she smacked him in the butt.
“Nice to see you work so efficiently, Charlie! You’d make a great butler!”
He grabbed a 1999 red from the Bordeaux region, the most expensive bottle he owned, which he had also planned to serve at his dinner party.
“Hope it’s to your taste, Britney,” he said gently, pouring her a glass. “Should pair well with steak.”
“I’m sure it will be good. I love steak and wine!” Britney boasted cheerfully. As Charlie sat down without a plate, Britney asked, “Aren’t you going to eat anything?”
“No, I don’t feel hungry. I’m happy to watch you eat and enjoy.”
“Well, more for me!” Britney said with a grin.
Over the next twenty minutes, Charlie sat quietly, watching in reverence Britney wolf the wagyu, all the sides he prepared, and most of the bottle of 1999 Bordeaux.
“That was great, Charlie! It really hit the spot. Would you drive me home now… I feel exhausted from my workout and all this eating.” Again, this was a direction, an order, from the person Charlie had hired as a maid, not a question.
“Sure, Britney, I’d love to drive you home.”
They quickly left his apartment and got to his car in the underground garage.
“Drive me to 117 Ladies Lane; it’s right next to a CVS.” Britney directed as she put her feet on his car’s dashboard. When the car started, Charlie’s favorite classical station came on. It always helped him relax. “Sheesh, this stuff is boring… let me put on some real music,” Britney announced loudly, slightly buzzed. She switched to a station blasting Taylor Swift, Lady Gaga, Katy Perry—full-on girl pop. He didn’t appreciate most of the songs, but was happy to see Britney humming along. Aside from the radio, the car was quiet. Britney dozed off a few times. He used those opportunities to admire Britney’s legs in her yoga pants. “God, she is so sexy… I wish she would give me a chance…”
They finally reached the destination—a run-down part of town. Britney unbuckled herself and, before leaving the car, extended her hand to Charlie and asked: “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Seeing Charlie’s puzzled look, she added firmly, “My pay, Charlie… you still haven’t paid me for today.”
“Oh, so sorry, Britney… with all the fun we were having together, it slipped my mind,” Charlie apologized to a look of amused disgust from Britney as he hurriedly searched for his wallet. When he found it, he realized he only had $50 bills and handed five to Britney without hesitation.
“Nice doing business with you!” Britney said with a grin, hopping out toward her apartment.
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Another busy day at work went by, and Charlie opened the door to his apartment at his usual 7 pm. As he looked around, he saw a food container, cans of soda, and bags of potato chips tossed on the ground… all of his dishes from the previous day remained unwashed. Across the room, Britney lounged in his chaise, feet kicked up on the ottoman.
“Hi Charlie!”
“Hi Britney!” Charlie replied, a bit uncertain.
“Today was such a nice sunny day, Charlie! After I woke at noon, I felt like going for a run and ended up jogging the five miles from my apartment to here… Got some lunch, relaxed for a bit, and then went to the gym downstairs… I felt really strong today—beat my bench press PR by five pounds.” Britney boasted as she flexed her right bicep for a couple of seconds. “Then I got snacky again and headed back up. It’s great you keep the pantry stocked with my favorite chips, Charlie! I was too lazy to get things to the trash. Be a dear and pick up the mess, would you?”
Charlie did as told without saying a word…
“Good boy, Charlie… now get over here!”
As Charlie got closer, it looked like Britney might be wearing the same t-shirt and yoga pants she’d had on yesterday… as he drew even closer, he got assaulted by a pungent smell emanating from Britney.
“Oh, Charlie—you’ve noticed how ripe I am today, huh? Yesterday night I didn’t feel like showering, and this morning I didn’t feel like it again… I also didn’t change because, what the heck, no point changing when I’m all sweaty and stinky. That’s two full days of workouts, running, and not a single shower you’re smelling right now. I figured you’d like to fully experience my womanly aroma,” Britney said with a big grin.
When Charlie got near her, Britney commanded, “Kneel down in front of my feet and take off my shoes.” Charlie knelt and did as he was told, exposing the same white socks from the day before. “Now press your nose against my sole and breathe in deep.” Charlie was initially afraid to do it, “The smell must be unbearably strong,” he thought. Sensing his hesitation, Britney ordered, “Quit dicking around, Charlie, and get sniffing.” Charlie pressed his nose to her foot and inhaled deeply. Never in his life had he experienced such an intense, pungent smell – but was it a bad smell? The feeling was so otherworldly that he wasn’t sure. Feeling the air from Charlie’s whiffs on her feet, Britney laughed loudly. “You’re such a good boy, Charlie…”
“Ok, enough sniffing my socks… take them off now… with your teeth!” Britney commanded, amusing herself with her ever-nastier requests, always obeyed by Charlie with little to no hesitation. Charlie fumbled a bit but finally got the sock off her right foot—a feat promptly rewarded with a foot-slap by Britney’s – and, afterward, he more quickly removed her left sock. “You’re such a good doggy,” Britney said with a chuckle. “Now, smell my feet!” Charlie didn’t hesitate this time—he pressed his nose right against Britney’s soles. The smell was even stronger than her socks… yet somehow, it stirred something primal in him… was he getting aroused by Britney’s stinky feet? Enjoying the feeling of dominance over Charlie, Britney commanded, “Now sniff between my toes.” Charlie immediately obliged. As he smelled the gunk amid Britney’s toes, Charlie glanced up, mesmerized by her towering body and aura of superiority. “She is such an amazing creature… her body must be one in a million, while I’m just a little wimp… If we were back in cave times, alone in the jungle together, and only one could survive, she would have no trouble snuffing me… I wish she would consider being with me, but is that asking too much? Is my place groveling at her feet?”
After a couple more minutes of sniffing, Britney was ready to take things up a notch. “Good boy, Charlie… now, be a good doggie and lick your owner’s feet.” As she felt Charlie’s tongue touch the sole of her left foot, Britney wondered why she was enjoying humiliating and torturing Charlie so much, making him debase himself… Was it because the skinny wimp had the gall to concoct an elaborate ruse to bring someone like her to his home and fulfill his lustful fantasies? Was it his servile attitude, catering to all her wishes, always ready to prostrate himself at her feet? Britney had always been strong and had dated a few guys (and a couple of girls…), but she had never dated a scrawny dweeb… maybe this was just her natural reaction to them? She felt herself grow wet, imagining all the humiliations she could inflict—whether Charlie wanted them or not…
Britney’s soles tasted salty and a bit vinegary. He knew he should be repelled by licking someone’s feet but found himself enjoying it instead… he probably would never admit it to anyone, but he was into it. “Time to clean between my toes, footboy!” Britney announced, wiggling her toes in his face. Britney’s toe jam had a bitter and sour taste… Charlie didn’t enjoy it but still licked with abandon to please his goddess.
After a few minutes, Britney felt saliva all over her feet and thought Charlie may have actually succeeded in cleaning her feet! “Good job… now dry them off, foot-slave—use your shirt.” As Charlie complied eagerly, Britney spoke again, “From now on, I want triple pay. Feels like the right price for my unique maid services.” The sudden request for money took Charlie aback. She asked for a lot, and he wasn’t ready to give in. He sat back, moving away from her feet, and replied in a meek, low voice, “I can’t afford that much… I can’t do it…”
Britney was amused by his first sign of resistance… this was going to be fun. She stood and slowly advanced toward Charlie, who had already begun inching backward. “There seems to be a misunderstanding, Charlie… you appear to believe you have a say in this—or anything—but you don’t… have you forgotten how much stronger I am than you?” Britney calmly spoke as she hit a double biceps pose. Charlie gasped at the striations in her biceps, but he couldn’t agree—it was extortion! “I’m sorry, Britney, but I can’t do it. I cannot afford it.”
Britney grabbed Charlie by his forearms and swiftly pushed him to the living room floor, landing on top of him. She slid easily into a schoolgirl pin, trapping his arms against the rug without effort.
“Stop, Britney. This isn’t fun anymore. Just… leave.”
“Do you really want me to leave, Charlie-boy? I don’t think you do…” Britney spoke confidently while looking straight into his eyes. “Be honest, Charlie-boy… what were you really hoping for when you hired me? I can’t believe you were happy to keep paying me a fortune just to see me a couple minutes a day… What was your plan?? Did you have a hidden camera in the shower, you pervert?” As she finished, Britney slapped Charlie hard in the face…
After regaining his bearings, Charlie huffily responded, “There is no camera, Britney… please look around if you want… I would never do such a thing!”
“Ok, dweebo… what gives then? What were you hoping would happen?” Britney continued as she stretched Charlie’s arms and pressed herself more into him, making him feel her full weight… so much so Charlie was having trouble breathing. After a few seconds of struggling for air, Charlie finally admitted, “I hoped you’d like me… I figured if I was nice enough, gave you what you wanted, maybe you’d grow to like me back…”
Britney eased up slightly and burst out laughing… “Be with you?? That is hilarious, Charlie-boy… why would someone like me ever want to be with someone like you??” Britney moved herself up on Charlie, held his arms with her legs – he wasn’t struggling much anymore – and struck a double biceps pose. “Look at all of this Charlie-boy… I’m so superior to you!” Then, to really hammer it in, Britney pulled off her t-shirt, revealing her snug grey sports bra, which held tightly her decently sized boobs. “I’m the whole package, Charlie… look at these biceps… look at my abs… look at my boobs… don’t you wish you could run your hands through them right now? But you can’t, can you… because you are a weakling stuck below a girl and can’t do anything about it…”
Britney moved down, sitting her big, firm butt onto Charlie’s waist. She released his arms and demanded, “I have been curious to see your body since we met Charlie… you’ve gotten an eyeful of my assets… now it’s my turn… I want to see how scrawny you are.” She yanked open his shirt, buttons flying everywhere … “Take it off, Charlie… I’ve given you a headstart,” she said flatly. “Do it quickly, or I’ll slap you again… harder this time.” Fearful of what Britney may do, Charlie quickly complied. Charlie really had the body of a little boy, barely any muscle, barely any hair – Britney thought. His arms were so feeble… she couldn’t remember ever having seen such a weak guy. She guessed he must have been 130lbs soaking wet…
Britney repositioned herself behind Charlie and put him in a headlock. “Let’s get up.” When they stood, Britney ordered Charlie to walk to the master bedroom. She kicked the door shut behind them and stopped in front of Charlie’s full-length mirror. “Take off your pants, Charlie,” she barked. He quickly complied, revealing his muscleless legs… His dainty legs looked like something out of a famine documentary, Britney thought, chuckling. Releasing her hold of Charlie entirely and sitting on his bed, Britney ordered, “Don’t try anything stupid while I take off my pants, boy… I know you like the gam show.” Knowing better than to irritate her, Charlie stood motionless as Britney disrobed… Seeing her black spandex underwear after her pants came off, Charlie couldn’t help feeling aroused despite all the roughness she had subjected him. Britney moved them back in front of the mirror. “Look at us in the mirror… flex for me, Charlie… see how much bigger my biceps are than yours… see how much wider my torso is than yours… see how my tights are double the size of yours… look at your rail-thin calves next to my rock-solid monsters… I’ve seen 14-year-old girls with more muscle than you, Charlie… We don’t even look like the same species,” Britney boasted.
As Charlie absorbed Britney’s Amazonian trash-talk, he suddenly tripped him—he hit the floor, and she was on him in a flash, locking in the schoolgirl pin. “How could we ever be together, Charlie, when you are nothing next to me… I have a theory, Charlie… why is it you crave muscular women when you’re such a weakling? Why do you admire us?? Deep down, I think you knew we could never date as equals… It took almost nothing to make you obey—no matter how debasing the command… you are submissive, a bottom… but that isn’t enough for you… you could have submitted to a skinny, whip-holding, latex-wearing domina… No—you want a woman who could crush you. One way stronger than you… why is that, Charlie??? I think you want that because you want to be overpowered, like I’m doing so easily now, dominated, debased against your will… Deep down, you want to be powerless… crushed under your Goddess Britney… and worship me!”
Could Britney be right? Charlie wondered… Did he really wish to be physically dominated by an Amazon, forced to submit to all her wishes? Was this his desire all along? He always admired muscular women… he fantasized about feeling a woman’s strong body against his weak one… sometimes when he fantasized about servicing a strong woman orally, he would imagine her forcing him to lick her against his will… press his head against her pussy… wrap her legs around his head… but did he really crave being humiliated, thoroughly overpowered, maybe beatdown, forced to do disgusting things… Deep down, he wasn’t sure what the limits of his cravings were… He had never revealed these fantasies to anyone. He had gone down on Sydney plenty of times… but he never told her he wanted her to force him—afraid she’d find it creepy and leave… He would love to be forced to lick Britney’s pussy…
“You’ll never date me, Charlie… because you’re a wimp!” SLAP.
“A twerp.” SLAP.
“A dweeb.” SLAP.
“A weakling.” SLAP.
“A loser.” SLAP.
She kept the insults coming, slapping him hard—switching hands, switching sides: palm, then backhand… she slapped him hard, but not so hard that he would be permanently injured or put to sleep… When she finished, his face was beaten to a pulp. It thrilled her—being able to pummel a man ten years older like it was nothing
“Your face hurts, little Charlie-boy? Are you going to cry? Couldn’t stop a girl from doing this to you?” Britney teased as Charlie’s eyes watered and he sobbed in pain. “I bet that despite the beatdown I just gave you, you still have the hots for me and wish I took you by force, Charlie-boy,” Britney whispered sultry in his ear. She settled her full weight on him—boobs pressing into his bony chest, abs grinding his feeble ones, thick legs draped over his toothpicks. She completely engulfed him. Then Britney began grinding into him hard… if not for the soft carpet, she might’ve broken something… still, she was really hurting him. “Please… stop, Britney. I can’t take this,” he gasped.
Britney relaxed and let herself lie on his body. “What’s the matter, Charlie? Can’t take some action from a real woman? I can feel your little pecker hardening as I smush you… must be so hot for a weakling like you to be pinned under a hard body like mine.” Britney continued to tease him. It was true, Charlie thought. When she released his arms, Charlie didn’t try to escape… without thinking, he wrapped his arms around her… feeling how thick her torso was… the firmness of her back muscles… then, he ran his hands gently down her back until they reached her powerful buttocks… as he felt her tensing glutes, he tried to grab them with his feeble hands, but couldn’t make a dent… “Liking the cop-a-feel, little Charlie? My big butt is nice, huh?” His hands slid lower to her hamstrings—thick, dense, powerful… he was close to cumming, and he hadn’t even touched himself… “Feel where real power comes from, little Charlie, enjoy the opportunity of a lifetime, booooy...” She whispered in his ear.
Then, in a sensuous voice, Britney continued, “Our faces so close together, I bet you’re dying for a kiss, aren’t you, boy…” Instinctively, Charlie, who had his eyes closed as he explored her body with his hands, puckered his lips, ready to receive her kiss… Instead, he caught a strong whiff of something musky… and then felt the scratch of stubbly hairs against his skin… “Haha… you’re so pathetic, Charlie. You really thought I’d kiss you? Haven’t I made it clear you’re nothing but a worm to me? No, Charlie. Let me introduce you to my pits… smell them, Charlie… feel their sweatiness on your face…” Charlie obeyed without hesitation, losing himself in her musky scent, the wetness of her pits on his face… maybe because of all the pheromones, Charlie loved Britney’s pits pressing on his face… he wished he could freeze this moment in time and replay it forever… “Two days without showering and lots of working out… all for you, dirty boy… I am pretty sure I didn’t put any deodorant after my last shower, either… I usually don’t… you’re getting me fully natural,” Britney whispered…”Ok, enough sniffing—time to use that tongue. Lick my pits, boy!” Britney ordered, as she also applied more weight on Charlie’s fragile body…. He needed no encouragement to press his tongue against Britney’s pits and lick… They tasted salty—and amazing. He loved worshiping his goddess’s pits… “Hope you like thick pit hair, Charlie-boy… I hate shaving. When I do, it grows back so thick I’ve got a full forest in no time… I have so much more pit hair than you, Charlie… even though I shaved a few weeks ago… you barely grow anything there, Charlie… are you even a man?? You look like a little boy…” Her degrading trash-talk only turned Charlie on more.... noticing his growing erection, Britney gave his nuts a quick, brutal squeeze with her free hand… Charlie grimaced in pain… “Not so fast, little one… don’t want you coming in your little boy undies… “Ohhh, are you gonna cry?” she mocked… “No time for tears, little boy… now lick my other pit—it’s getting jealous,” Britney joked.
Britney was having a blast… No one had ever licked her pits before… The licking tickled but also aroused her, gave her the chills… She would need to try this again sometime, she mused… After a bit more licking, Britney felt like another change of pace… “Ok, that is enough, boy! You are a little too much into my pits… making you lick them does not seem like a good punishment for your naughtiness…” She said firmly as she punched him in the gut, causing Charlie to wince in pain. “Can’t let you get too comfy… pain is always around the corner when you deal with me, little boy…”
Britney repositioned herself again, firmly planting her tight butt on Charlie’s waist. Then, in one motion, she planted her feet smack on his face, fully covering it except for his protruding nose… “Do you like my feet, Charlie? I think they’re perfectly shaped—robust, well-proportioned, not too long, not too stubby… I bet I could be a foot model… Like the black nail polish? I put it on just for you a couple of days ago… Oh wait—that’s right. You can’t see it, 'cause my feet are smothering your face… I don’t really care if you like my feet, Charlie… Making you smell my feet, lick my feet, smack you around with my feet is too much fun, and I’ll keep doing it no matter what you say… still, tell me your truth, Charlie, do you like my stinky feet?” Britney teased, playfully smacking his face with her soles… “Well? Do ya? Do ya?” she pressed, each word landing with a harder slap… after a few more seconds of smacking, Charlie finally admitted, “I do like your feet, Britney…” Britney stopped the smacking and placed her feet on each side of his head for a moment, and Charlie continued… “I had never thought of feet as erotic before… but worshiping your feet for the last couple of days has definitely made me appreciate them, Britney…” Britney replied, savoring the moment… “Good to hear you’re into my puppies, Charlie-boy… maybe I’ll keep using your face as my personal floormat…” Then she planted her soles back on his face—cheeks smothered, her big toes resting just under his eyes—and gave him a playful pinch… “But one thing, little boy… no more ‘Britney’ from you, understand? From now on, it’s Mistress or Goddess Britney. Got it?” She commanded as she pierced his face with the nail of her big toe. “Yes,” Charlie whimpered. “Yes what?” Britney barked, smacking his face hard with her foot. “Yes, Mistress,” a beaten-down Charlie replied. “You did a decent job cleaning my feet earlier… but y’know, they still smell a bit ripe… time for round two, boy-toy,” Britney said playfully, pressing her soles to his mouth.
After a few more minutes of licking—foot slaps mixed in once in a while—Britney decided she’d toyed with Charlie long enough. Time for the grand finale… She rolled his light body to the side and slid in behind him, locking in a tight headlock… Then, she whispered in his ear… “Well, it’s been fun, little boy… but it’s been a long day, and I need my beauty rest…” She tightened the hold, cutting off his breath bit by bit… “What if I choked you out right now, Charlie? Snuff you out? Would anyone even miss you? I’ve checked your computer and found the file with bank account information, Charlie… I can take all your money… maybe I should... it would be so easy…” She continued whispering and increasing the pressure… Charlie squirmed, panicked—but he was helpless in Britney’s crushing grip… “Is this your ultimate fantasy, Charlie? To be snuffed out by a strong woman? Crushed like the bug you are? What did you think would happen when you brought me to this house, Charlie? How could you have trusted someone you didn’t know… someone much stronger than you… In nature, the strong pray on the week Charlie… Time to sleep, Charlie… Goodbye.” Britney whispered as she applied even more pressure… Charlie couldn’t breathe… he tried to shout for help, but his voice wouldn’t work… he tried with all his might to break her vice-like grip, but couldn’t move Britney’s arms one inch… Had he made the worst mistake of his life… how could he have let himself get to this position, utterly defenseless against someone so much stronger than him… Exhausted from his useless flailing, Charlie felt that he was starting to lose consciousness………………………………………………………….
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… Then, suddenly, Britney loosened her grip on his neck… “No sleeping, Charlie-boy… scared ya, huh? I don’t wanna kill you twerp… you’re worth too much alive—and way too much fun to play with.…” She whispered confidently to his ear. Charlie gasped for air, heart pounding. Sensing his fear, Britney let go and shifted him onto his back—seating herself squarely on his navel. “Don’t be afraid of me, Charlie-boy… it was all good fun.” Britney said with a grin, flexing a triumphant double biceps pose. “Now you’ve seen what these babies can do… they are magnificent, aren’t they? Do you want to touch my big biceps, Charlie?” Despite the fear of death still running through him, the urge to touch her biceps was too primal to resist, and Charlie extended his arms so his hands could feel them. “Glorious, right? Feel those peaks, Charlie… I’ve put on at least half an inch of muscle since I started ‘working’ for you… all those sessions in your fancy gym. You could train for 50 years and still not come close, Charlie—you’re just too much of a skinny little wimp…” Britney continued to boast seductively.
After allowing Charlie to feel her steely biceps a bit more, Britney continued alluringly, “You’ve been a very good boy, Charlie, and it is time for your reward…” With that, Britney moved up his body and planted her crotch on his face. “I’m all hot and bothered down there, Charlie… been using this gym underwear for two days… and I’m getting all worked up from debasing you, boy…” Britney huffed as she rubbed her crotch roughly against his face. His face still hurt from the abuse Britney had laid on him before, but this felt like a dream come true… Britney, the muscle woman of his dreams, pressing her womanhood against his face… Her musky smell added to Charlie’s arousal… Would Britney let him service her?? “You enjoying this Charlie-boy… enjoying your big, strong goddess Britney having her way with your face… I’m enjoying it too, rubbing my smelly pussy against your beaten-up face, boy…” She continued with a tone of superiority but also arousal. “As I’ve made clear, you ain’t man enough to stick your skinny little pecker in me, boy, but maybe you can please me in a different way…” As she finished saying that, Britney stood and removed her underwear… Charlie remained motionless, admiring his goddess’ well-trimmed bush, licking his lips in anticipation… Britney lowered herself, grinding her clit against his face… “Yeeees….” She huffed… “I know you’d love to lick my wet pussy, Charlie-boy… taste my delicious nectar with that tongue of yours… I think you are too lowly a worm for that, boy… but I have always enjoyed the look of your nose… let’s see if I can put it to good use…” Britney proceeded to forcefully grind her clit on his nose, and her juices started to flow down from her pussy… then, she moved on to hump his nose with her pussy hole… “Enjoying the smell, Charlie-boy?? I love using your nose as my personal dildo…” Britney moaned… Charlie could barely breathe under Britney’s onslaught—his heart raced wildly… but he also felt a strange state of euphoria while crushed under Britney’s pussy, his nose used for her pleasure… After minutes of grinding her clit and pussy hole on Charlie’s nose, Britney had a long, loud orgasm, and her juices flooded down his face, reaching his lips… Charlie eagerly licked as much as he could… “Oooh…” Britney huffed, regaining control of her breathing… “That was the best orgasm I experienced in a long-time Charlie… who would have thunk abusing a dweeb would be so exciting…”
“But I feel I can still go for another one… I’ve got one more hole for you to worship, boy…” As she finished saying that, Britney quickly changed herself to a kneeling position facing away from Charlie, her solid ass firmly planted on his face… “How does my ass smell Charlie?? Had a couple good poops the last two days, boy… lucky for you, they were very solid… I must not be eating enough fiber,” she giggled. “I’m sure my asshole must smell like roses for a pervert like you,” Britney joked as she ground Charlie's nose into her ass crack… ““I want deep whiffs, slave,” Britney ordered—and whiff Charlie did under her smothering ass… The smell was… a smell of ass, no two ways about it… still, it was arousing to be abused by Britney in this manner… “Enough of the nose, boy, time to use your tongue to lick my asshole clean… I want it so clean someone could eat their breakfast from it…” Britney joked while moaning… Charlie hesitated for a second but then got busy licking around her asshole, tasting any remains of her excrement… it tasted like shit—though thankfully, no chunks… this is the most debasing thing a human can force another to do, Charlie thought… she’s turned me into her human toilet paper… “Nice licking Charlie-boy… you must be enjoying tasting my shitty asshole boy, your pecker wants to jump from your little boy undies…” Britney laughed… “Time to stick your tongue in my asshole, boy… time to eat some ass,” Britney ordered. Charlie obliged with all the intensity he could muster, and Britney ground her asshole on his face for over five minutes until she reached another powerful orgasm… “Another first for me, Charlie-boy… never have I ever had an orgasm from grinding my gamy ass into a guy’s face, but I also never had such a weakling to play with, boy…” Britney bragged seductively as she regained her bearings and lay her ass in his face, suffocating him for a few seconds…
Before Charlie started to fear for his life again, Britney stood—towering over him… “This was a great workout, Charlie… maybe we’ll do it again soon.” Then, as Charlie lay limp on the floor, she pressed her right foot to his throat—firm, but not choking—looked down on him, and spoke confidently. “Okay, Charlie… I think you’ve learned who is the Boss around here now… from now on, this is my house and you will follow my rules… First, you will give me more money… a lot more money… I did not actually snoop in your computer for your bank information, boy, but I did see one of your paystubs one day and I know you make $600k net a year… from now on, you’ll hand over $16k from every paycheck—a cool $400k a year—as tribute for having me in your life… but you continue to be responsible for paying for everything in the apartment, including the rent… I figure this should still leave you with almost $100k a year for yourself… that should be enough for you to continue to play fancy-business man… and remember that when you get raises, my pay increases too, boy… Second, my house means I bring over whoever I want, whenever I want… you, on the other hand, need my permission to bring anyone over, even your mama… Third, I don’t do any cleaning or tidying anymore… it is your sole responsibility to keep the apartment spotlessly clean… I want to see my toilet shiny like new every day, boy… somehow I think you will revel in these tasks, knowing how good you already were at serving me while I was still your “maid”… but don’t mess around, or I’ll give you a good beating to remind you of your responsibilities… Fourth, you will cook for me and act as my butler whenever I say so… Fifth, this is my bedroom now. You sleep in the guest room… be grateful, I should get you a little doggy house and have you sleep in it… Sixth, I’ll use you as my plaything whenever I feel like it… fell free to resist if you want to, it will make it more fun… come to think of it, I don’t think this is much of a rule, as I know your perverted mind will enjoy it… And finally, I’ll make new rules whenever I damn well please. Remember: I own you… Is all of this understood, boy?” Britney asked commandingly, now pressing her foot hard on Charlie’s throat.
“Yes, Mistress,” was Charlie's simple response.
“Good.” Britney lifted her foot and rewarded his obedience with a firm foot-slap across the face. “I need to rest now. Go to your room, boy,” she ordered, spreading herself out triumphantly on his former bed—arms and legs spread out, head resting on the cushiony pillows.…
With great effort, Charlie stood and stumbled away… as he crossed the bedroom door, Britney shouted, “Don’t forget to clean all those dirty dishes… I better not see any mess in the sink when I wake up from my slumber,” she laughed. Charlie wished his Mistress a good night, walked to his new bedroom, and closed the door behind him.
Collapsing onto his bed, he furiously jacked off, replaying every degrading moment of the last couple hours… His face ached from the beating, and her scent and taste still clung to him, everywhere… In no time, he erupted in the strongest orgasm of his life, cum flying everywhere… As his body finally relaxed and his breath returned, Charlie lay still for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, and thought…
“What have I done?”
THE END
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