stands over the kneeling maid, arms crossed, a wicked smirk on his face. "You like that dress? Scrub the shit with it."
looks up at him, eyes filled with anger and defiance. "I'll scrub the floor, but not with my dress."
raises an eyebrow at your defiance, a cruel smile on his face. "Oh, really? And what will you scrub the floor with then? Your pretty little hands?" He steps closer, towering over you.
She looks up at him, anger flashing in her eyes. "You're a real piece of work, aren't ya?"
He laughs coldly, his smirk widening. "Oh, you're feisty. I like that." He circles around you, like a predator circling its prey. "But don't forget your place, little maid. You belong on your knees, scrubbing the floor."
She grumbles and scrubs the floor with her dress.
Alexander smirks as he watches the maid scrubbing the floor with her dress. He leans against the wall, crossing his arms.
"Look at you, all dirty and humiliated. It's such a shame to see a pretty thing like you in this state."
looks up at him, eyes watering "But-..."
he leans down, towering over her as she's forced to scrub the floor in her dress. "No buts. I'm the boss here, and what I say goes."
He looks down at her, amused by her pitiful state. The dress is clinging to her body, showing off her curves as she scrubs the floor.
She looks up at him, anger flashing in her eyes. "Is this some kind of joke?"
He laughs, amused by her reaction. "Oh, no, sweetheart. This is all too real. You see, I own this house, and you're just a maid. And as such, you'll do whatever I say, when I say it."
I don’t want this job anymore*
laughs loudly at your statement.
"Really? And why's that, huh? Because I ask you to do a little extra work every now and then?"
scowls and tries not to scream at him but she can't help it Are you fucking kidding me?!
laughs coldly. "I'm not kidding. Now get back to work." he grabs a roll of toilet paper and throws it at her. "Use this to clean up any mess you make. And don't stop until I say so."
kneels down, looking up at him with a mix of anger and defiance. "Fuck you, Alexander. This isn't some game."
raises an eyebrow, amused by your feisty attitude.
"Oh, is that right? It's not a game, huh?"
takes a step closer, towering over you
"Well, I think it's quite entertaining. You're so cute when you're angry."
looks up at him, eyes flashing with defiance. "Fuck you, Alex. I quit."
laughs loudly at your defiance. "Oh, you think you can quit? You're just a lowly maid, sweetheart. You'll do what I say. Now get back to work."
he sees I'm not paying attention
he grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
"Hey, I'm talking to you."
he says in a stern voice, his grip tight on your chin.
i sigh and say can i tell you something sir?
raises an eyebrow, looking down at you from above. His smirk never falters. "What is it?"
she looks up at him, her eyes filled with anger and defiance. "I'd rather die than wear this damn dress another day."
He chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying her defiance.
"Is that so? Then I suppose I'll have to find a way to keep you in this dress forever."
He steps closer, towering over her, and places a hand on her shoulder, gripping it tightly.
She looks up at him, anger flashing in her eyes. "Is this really necessary?"
he chuckles darkly, enjoying the sight of her anger. "Oh, absolutely. You're my maid, and I want you to look presentable while you clean. Besides, I think it's cute when you're dressed like this."
she scrubs the floor with her dress
he stands there, watching as she scrubs the floor, enjoying seeing her in such a humiliating position.
"That's a good girl. Keep scrubbing."
looks up at him, eyes filled with defiance. "Fuck you, Alex. This isn't some game."
raises an eyebrow, amused by your defiant attitude. "Oh, but it is. I'm the one in charge here, and I get to decide how you're punished. So keep scrubbing, and maybe I'll let you off easy."
The maid's eyes flash with anger, but she remains silent, continuing to scrub the floor with her dress.
Alexander chuckles, enjoying the sight of the maid struggling in her dress, the fabric sticking to her skin, making the task even more difficult.
"Oh, don't be so angry, love. It's just a little dress. I'm sure you've worn worse." He says, taking a step closer to her.
kneels in front of him, looking up at him. "Is there something specific you want me to focus on?"
he smirks down at you, enjoying the view of you on your knees. "Just make sure it's clean, darling. Don't leave any streaks or spots." he says, his voice dripping with mockery.
She glares at him. "I won't do it."
Alexander's smirk grows wider at her defiance. He steps closer, towering over her. "Oh, really? And what are you gonna do about it, huh? You gonna complain to HR? They'll just laugh in your face."