Sunday Evening’s Debauchery

Chapter Nine

Catrin

We arrived at Mary’s but didn’t see Sarah and Jenny anywhere. So, we walked into the office to ask Mary about them.

“Hey Mary! Have you seen Sarah and Jenny? We were supposed to meet back here to head to StoneyRidge together.” Emma asks Mary.

“Hello, ladies. There was a quick change of plans. I have to send Sarah to help with an office cleanup. She should be here any minute to drop Jenny off.” Mary says, has Sarah and Jenny pull up in the cleaning van. Jenny jumps out and starts walking over to us, as Sarah starts to drive away. Jenny is a nice, middle-aged woman. I would say she is in her early-to-mid 40s. I enjoy Jenny’s company has she is easy to get along with.

“Hey guys, I hope you weren't waiting too long for me.” She apologizes.

“Hey Jenny. No worries. We just got here a minute ago. Are you ready to go?” I ask her.

“You batcha.” She says. I give her a smile and say bye to Mary.

We are almost at StoneyRidge when I turn to Jenny. “Hey Jenny, so I just want to give you a heads up of this place. So you aren't in complete shock, like I was. The place we are going to be cleaning hosted an orgy last night. It’s actually hosted there every Sunday night.” I tell her. I needed to warn her, so she isn’t completely taken off guard when we get there. She starts to do a laugh as in “you got me,” as she looks between Emma and me.

“Shes telling you the truth.” Emma says, backing me up. I can tell by the look on her face that she still thinks Emma and I are playing a prank on her.

I tell her of what the place looks like, and I give her the rundown of what we have to do. By the time I am done explaining everything we are at the gates. Emma rolls down her window and pushes the buzzer to the gate. The same woman as yesterday answers and ask who we are and to state our business there. Emma tells her that we are Mary’s Maids Cleaning Services, and that we are here to clean. Just like before, she opens the gates without saying another word.

I don’t think I will ever get tired of this view; I think to myself as we drive down the long driveway. Mr. Muller is so lucky to live here. We soon arrive at the front entrance and exit the van. We go to the back and start grabbing everything we need. I grab the vacuum cleaners and sling them over my shoulders. I grab one of the caddies with the cleaning liquids and jump out the back of the van. Once everyone has grabbed everything, we start making our way to the door.

We walk in and head down to the ballroom. Jenny is following behind taking everything in. As we pass the receptionist, I say hello to her, but she just ignores me. As if she didn’t hear me, though I said it loud enough. Why is she so rude? It’s not hard to be nice to someone.

Trying not to take it personally, I distract myself by looking at Jenny. I couldn’t hold in my laughter after seeing the look on her face when she seen all the different types of sofas scattered about the room.

“I thought you were joking.” she says still in aww of the place.

“Nope.” I say, as I pat her shoulder.

“Hey! Maybe Mr. Muller will give you an invitation too!” Emma says.

“What! You guys got invited to an orgy? Did you go?” Jenny asks us.

“We did, and let's just say we both had a good time.” Emma continues with a playful smile and wink. I couldn’t help but smile and laugh with her. I did have a good time, and I am looking forward to Sunday.

“You were invited to last night's event?” The receptionist asked us. We all jump. We didn’t even hear her come into the ballroom. Let alone get this close to us. She was looking directly at me.

“Umm. Yes, we were invited.” I tell her as I nod towards Emma.

“Who invited you?” She asks us with bitterness.

“Uh... Mr. Muller invited us when he came to check our progress yesterday.” I say. I am starting to get nervous and starting to fidget with my pant pocket. I don’t understand why she is being so curt with us.

“Is there a problem with that? We were invited by Mr. Muller himself. You seem to have a problem with it. So maybe you should take it up with him why he invited us.” Emma says, as she walks up beside me looking the receptionist in the eyes. Emma wasn’t backing down. I could see she was ready to argue.

“Whatever.” The receptionist says as she rolls her eyes and begins to walk away. “I just don’t understand why he would invite a slut and a lard ass.” She mumbles under her breath, but loud enough for us to hear.

“What's that? Why don’t you turn around and say it louder to our face.” Emma was ready to pounce. I feel bad for her. I hate when people call her a slut. Her parents were toxic people. They would often call her a slut and a w***e when she was a teenager for dating boys during her time in school. Her parents are religious nuts and wanted her to get married to their friend's son, who was in their religious community. Emma had no interest in him or their religion, and as soon as she graduated, she left home and cut them off. She hasn’t talked to them since. A women shouldn’t be measured and judged by the number of guys she has been with.

“Oh. It was nothing. I just wanted to tell you guys to help yourself to some drinks behind the bar.” She says louder and gives us an innocent smile. She then turns on her heels and heads back to her desk.

At this point I am upset. I feel like I am in high school again and being bullied for my weight. All the emotions are starting to flood back, and I try hard not to cry.

“See Cat. I told you not to go sleeping around with all those many many boys you been with, and now look where it got you. You’re the town whore.” Emma says to me in a fake serious manner. She was trying to cheer me up, and it worked. I let out a small laugh and give her a hug. It doesn’t bother her one bit. “As for me. I knew I was starting to get a little thick in the hip.” She says as she slaps her ass.

“Okay! Okay! I know what you are doing. It’s okay. I’m okay. Let’s just get to work.” I say to her as I playfully slap her ass too. She does a little jump as my hand makes contact, and we both laugh.

We clean the second floor first. We get all the surfaces wiped down, empty the bins, and strip the bed linen to be washed. We vacuum the floor and finish mopping, to leave the floor with a nice shine and smell. Emma and Jenny head downstairs to start cleaning while I slowly work my way down the stairs, mopping every step.

We tackle the ballroom. I begin wiping down all the furniture with a certain cleaner that helps the fake leather shine. Emma starts vacuuming the floor while moving the sofas and chairs to get underneath. Jenny is walking around to empty all the garbage bins and to wipe them down. Good thing she is wearing gloves as there were so many used condoms. Those automatic garbage bins were a good investment, I think to myself. Once we were all finished with our own individual task, we all grab a mop and start mopping the floor. We moved all the chairs and sofas so as not to miss any spots.

Luckly, it didn’t take us as long as yesterday to clean as we had most of the heavy cleaning done, and we had three cleaners today. Though Mary was with us yesterday, she wasn’t able to do as much as Jenny.