Sunday Evening’s Debauchery

Chapter Three

Catrin

I grab the two hoovers and I sling them over each shoulder as you would a backpack. When we wind up the cord, we tend to leave enough slack to be able to fit an arm between the hoover and the cord. It looks weird but allows us to carry more by freeing up our hands. We hate making two trips and prefer to do it in one go.

I grab the two caddies, which have a variety of cleaning liquids in it, from Mary. She thanks me and goes to grab the bag with all the cloths and sponges that we might use. I see Emma grab the mops, mop buckets, brooms, and dusting feathers. Emma and I try to grab all the heavier items so as to leave Mary with the lighter things. We don’t offer to carry everything or make a second trip, as this would insult her, as she is a proud woman.

We walk through the main door and down the little corridor where the lady from before was sitting. She isn’t even fazed or bothered that we just walked by. We continue right, as the other way only has an elevator. As we turn to the corner, we enter this huge open room. The inside is just as breathtaking as the outside. It was as big as a ballroom. I instantly thought of Cinderella dancing with Prince Charming. This is where they would sway in each other's arms for hours, as if no one or anything was there to interrupt their rhythm.

The floors are a soft coal color marble. Throughout the floor there are multiple pillars that extend to the ceiling. The pillars and the walls are painted a soft pink. Giving off a nice warm, romantic feeling. In the center of the room is a large island bar. This has nicely stained wood, and a black marble top with light pink swirls throughout it. There are red leather bar stools that surround it.

Though it looks as if it was a ballroom, it certainly isn’t used for dancing. All throughout the floor there were tantra sofas, large floor cushions, swivel chairs, and some chairs were even hanging from the ceiling. They range in sizes but were mostly red with black trim.

There were also little wooden side lockers scattered throughout the room. They had the same stained color wood as the bar. Upon further inspection, the doors didn’t open as a normal side locker would. It didn’t have a handle but rather a sensor that would automatically tilt the door out, revealing a small garbage bin.

This place was weird and not exactly what I was expecting. Is it beautiful? Yes! Weird layout? Also, yes! Yet for some reason this room excited me.

I wish I had finished what I started with my vibrator last night.

Mary clears her throat to grab Emma’s and mine attention as we are looking around with awe and curiosity. She looks a bit embarrassed and red in the cheeks. I wonder why?

“Alright ladies. We need to clean this room, the bathrooms, and the second-floor bedrooms. There are around ten. I believe Mr. Muller said. The third floor is off limits, and the kitchen is already done. I am assuming the kitchen staff does that.” In a whisper and more of thought out loud to herself she says, “I doubt they will be eating much food tonight here anyways.”

Emma and I look at each other to see if the other heard what she said? As Emma was about to ask what she meant, Mary cuts her off and says, “Let's start on the second floor so as to not track dirt up and down.”

We bring everything we need upstairs and start cleaning the hallway and the rooms. Making sure no surface goes unwiped and all the beds are made with no creases in the linen. Conveniently enough, all the bedrooms had clean bed dressings folded on the nightstands for us.

The three of us start work away, chatting, and soon find our pace as a team. It begins to feel as if this was a normal house, and just a normal day of work.

Mr. Muller

I walk out of the meeting feeling more stressed than ever. They call you in for advice and then don’t take it or listen to what you have to say. Acting like a cowboy, they think their methods are the best, and can’t seem to grasp why their business is failing. I try to be polite and understand their perspective. This is their business, and they want to run it a certain way, but their way obviously isn’t working, or they wouldn’t have asked to meet with me.

I know from experience that in a couple of weeks or months they will call me back and do what I told them to do originally. If it is not too late, they might save their business, or they will be forced to sell and cut their losses.

I am an investment banker. People usually come to me when their company is on its last legs and ask for guidance. I will look at their records; the surrounding areas' needs and demands, their competition, what needs to change and what they need to do for their desired outcome.

Sometimes there is no saving, and I would have to break the news that the possibility of their business staying afloat is zero. If they decide to sell, I will then help them break their company down to get the best price and outcome for it.

I look at my watch. It is now 13:00. The meeting took longer than I originally planned and was supposed to be wrapped up around 11:30. I texted my assistant, Roxie, earlier to have her reschedule my last appointment as I knew this wasn’t going to end on time. I like to give my full attention to each one of my clients. I don’t want to feel rushed, and I don’t want them to feel less important to me. I have a good reputation for being fair, strategic, and have a high success rate. I would like to keep it that way.

I enter my car and let out a long sigh. I start to think of what is to come tonight and my spirits start to lift. With a slight smile, I start my car and drive towards StoneyRidge.

As I pull up to StoneyRidge I see a van that has Mary’s Maids Cleaning Services logo on it. I park my car in the side parking lot and walk to the front door. I inspect the van as I walk by and see that it is kept clean, which is a nice sign and says a lot about the cleaners. If they can’t keep their vehicle appearance clean, then what does that say about their cleaning abilities? It is a good marketing technique in the cleaning service that is often overlooked.

The logo is simple and well designed. Part of the m in Mary is replaced with a broom, and part of the m in maids is replaced with a mop. It’s not over the top and doesn’t draw attention away from the words or makes it hard to read. Underneath it is a plain smaller font is the Cleaning Services, with their number below that.

I begin to walk up to Roxie who is sitting at the reception desk. I can tell she didn’t see me pull in, as she is fully engrossed in her phone. I am not expected to be here for another couple of hours as I was originally scheduled to have two appointments today. She finally hears my shoes smacking on the ground as I walk closer to her. Once she knows that it is I, her entire demeanor changes. She goes from being relaxed and unaware to doing her best to be seductive. I can see her eye f*****g me. I ignore her advances, and act has if she is anyone else.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Muller.” she says as she bats her eyelashes at me.

“Good afternoon, Roxie.” I politely say back to her. “How are the cleaners getting on?” I ask.

I can see she panics a little and looks around trying to think of something to say. “They are doing great. You made a great choice choosing them.” She says as she continues to bat her eyelashes at me.

I knew she was lying. She hasn’t been in there to check their progress, or to offer them drinks. I could tell she doesn’t like them in the tone she used. Roxie can be very petty and downright mean, one of many reasons why I want her to resign.

The previous cleaner I had was a cleaning service that was owned by Roxie’s best friend. I hired them as Roxie recommended them and gave excellent reviews. They did a good job for the first month or so, but started slacking and skipping steps. After having multiple complaints of bins not being emptied and seeing cobwebs in the corners, I decided to cancel my contract with them. I have given them multiple warnings in advance and the opportunity to correct themselves, but no improvements were made.

I could tell this upset Roxie as she tried to get me to reconsider. As my personal assistant, I gave her the task of finding new cleaners. As I asked her last night if she had found a new cleaner, she told me she had forgotten all about it. I knew she did it on purpose. When she was doing a fake pity party about how she was so stupid for messing up, she calmly suggested that I give her friend one more chance.

I told her my decision was final and that I would take care of it.

I am waiting for the right time to ask Roxie to resign. She is the daughter of one of my previous clients. He was a nice man, and so I hired her to help with their financial strain. His company was struggling, and he was losing money. His company didn’t make it, and I helped him break his assets down and sell them off individually. This made him a wealthy man. When we finalized her father’s assets, I told her she didn’t have to continue working for me, but she insisted that she didn’t want to quit. So, I allowed her to stay. I regret it now.

I have also f****d her on rare occasions at these events. I know she is staying around in hopes that something will blossom between us, but I have no interest in a relationship with her. I have made it clear multiple times, but she continues to try anyway.

I give her a nod and walk in the direction of the ballroom. I feel her eyes on me. Usually, I would go in the other direction to my personal lift that would take me to the third floor, where my office and personal living quarters are. Instead, I want to go check the progress of the cleaning ladies and offer them a drink.

As I enter the room, I see three women who are gathering up all their cleaning supplies. I scan the room and I am impressed. Though this place wasn’t particularly dirty, they have managed to give it a shine. It hasn’t looked this good and welcoming in a long time.

I stop and linger in the entrance for a while watching them. There is an older woman who is looking around making sure that they have gathered everything and that everything is done. She must be Mary. There are two younger women with her who are talking to one another. One has brown hair and a nice body, but it is the blonde who catches my eye.

She is beautiful. She has a fuller figure that I prefer in a partner. Her blonde hair is up in a messy bun, and she is wearing retro-looking glasses. I see her lay down on the tantra sofa. She turns to the other woman and states how weird the sofa is. I don’t think she knows exactly what that sofa is designed for. I would love to show her, I think to myself. With that my d**k twitches.

At this point, the older woman notices me and I start to walk over to them.

“Hello. I am Andy Muller.” I say as I extend my hand to her.

She grabs it with a firm grip. “Hello, Mr. Muller. I am Mary. We spoke on the phone. These two ladies are Emma and Catrin.” She nods in their direction. “We were just finishing up here now. We hope it is to your liking.”

“The place looks fantastic if I must say.” I say with a smile as I scan the room, and my eyes land on Catrin. We make eye contact before she breaks it and looks away. She is a shy girl. “Would I be able to offer you ladies a drink? We can discuss a possible cleaning contract?” I ask as I look to Mary.

She agrees and I head behind the bar to grab the drinks. The three women come and sit on the stools. They tell me what they want, and I grab it for them.

“As you may know, I need a reliable cleaner. I would need their services every Sunday and Monday. Sunday’s cleaning would need to be done early and finished before 15:00. While Monday can be done at any time after 10:00,” I state. I continue with “There could be potential additional cleaning services needed, but they would be given in advance. I will also pay twice your fee with a bonus tip to the cleaners.” Before I let her respond, I add “In addition to the cleaning service I ask that the matters that are seen not be discussed with others. A verbal client confidentiality agreement if you will.” I take a sip of water as I wait for the reply.

I secretly hope she says yes. I steal a quick glance towards Catrin. She is looking at Mary. Mary clears her throat. “I gladly accept this offer, Mr. Muller.” She replies. She extended her hand to finalize this verbal agreement. “Well, we are finished here for the day and will be on our way.” She says as she lets go of my hand.

The three of them start to get up and move towards the cleaning supplies.

“One of the benefits of being employed by me is that you get the perks of having a free invitation to the events.” I say watching their reactions. “We accept everyone here and you are all welcome to come.” Mary starts to blush and goes red in the cheeks; she knows what this place is. While Catrin and Emma look confused.

“What is the event?” Catrin ask with innocence.

“I guess you can call it a debauchery party.” I say, not wanting to come out and say it’s an orgy, and scare her off. I look between the three ladies in front of me. Mary is redder than a tomato. I see Emma start to smirk, finally realizing what it is and I hear her mumble to herself that this all makes since now. I lastly look at Catrin, who still looks baffled at what is going on.

“Oh! Me and Cat will definitely be there!” Emma says with excitement as she wraps her arms around Catrin.

“Umm. Okay. It will be nice to go to a party and meet new people.” Catrin proclaims. Not knowing exactly what kind of party she had just agreed to come to. My d**k is starting to become uncomfortably hard in my pants as I watch her.

I hear Mary clear her throat and state that they better get going.

“It was a pleasure meeting you all.” My eyes landing on Catrin again. “I hope to see you ladies tonight.”