5 comments/ 15725 views/ 20 favorites The Xerces Club Ch. 01 By: missmixalot The silence of the foyer echoed loudly. I stood looking at the sun streaming in through the skylight, beaming shafts of light in the floating dust. I paused and reflected on my first year at university. I had survived, in fact done well but now was a different challenge. To survive a summer, ten weeks to fend for myself. With that thought I walked out the ornate oak doors and down the steps to the quadrangle. I sat down on a bench and unfolded the local paper. I scoured the jobs section, pessimistically thinking all the best jobs would be taken and I would have have to go home to my parents. As I looked fretfully at the advertisements I saw a position leap out me. Housemaid. It was at some club some the Xerxes Club and required a maid to live there over the summer and carry out light duties, serve guests and some cleaning and domestic work. I thought I could do that. It would be perfect, I would get a roof over my head and a wage. I then convinced myself it would be gone and slumped back into my usual lack of self belief. I took my phone from bag and looked through the advertisement for a phone number. As I did so I saw the phrase "very special person" I paused momentarily, pondering what it meant before, dialing the number with my heart pounding in my chest. A gentleman answered the phone. "Hello; The Xerxes Club," came a distinguished older voice. I immediately thought of man in a tweed suit and a moustache. "Um hello, I am phoning about the advertisement in the Echo, er.. about the position of maid," I garbled. Immediately his tone changed and brightened, "Oh how splendid, well it is still available, if you would like to attend an interview so we can tell you about the position as see if it is right for you." "Oh that would be fantastic, where and when?" "Well if you can come along to the club at three on White Horse Lane then we can take it from there." "Oh thank you, yes, I can make that," I replied excitedly. "Marvellous, see you then..." "Er...Clare." "We will look forward to meeting you Clare," he replied brightly. I held the phone to my chest. I can't believe my luck I thought to myself. I Googled the club and found it's location. I then went home to dress in preparation for my interview. Arriving at halls I ran to my room and went straight to the wardrobe. Most of my possessions were in boxes ready to store away over the summer as the room would have to be vacated in ten days. I shuffled through my clothing and stopped at my black dress, a little too formal maybe but it was a maid position so I had to show I could be smart and well presented. I showered, washed my hair, dried it and put the dress on. I looked in the mirror and adjusted myself. I looked younger than my years, maybe that would be good, or bad? My chest was rather flat and my skinny pale limbs dangled out of the dress, I wished I was more curvaceous and less like a little girl I thought to myself. I looked at my watch and suddenly realised I must phone a taxi, I didn't want to be late. The taxi pulled up at a gravel drive in front of large iron gate. I got out and paid the driver, who gave a knowing look and weird smile as I did so. I shrugged it off and walked up to the gate. It was surrounded by thick manicured yew hedges and supported by two red brick gate posts, adorned with decorative stone pineapples. I saw an intercom and pressed it. A crackly male voice came through air,"Hello." "Oh, Clare here, I have come about the housemaid job." The gates immediately started to open. I walked through, my heeled shoes wobbling on the gravel drive as I tried to walk elegantly to the large church style front door. It opened and I was greeted by a smartly dressed middle aged gentleman, well pressed khaki wool trousers, tattersall shirt, tie and tweed jacket. He had no moustache but other than exactly how I had pictured the man I spoke to over the phone. "Hello, I am Charles Rivers and I am the secretary of the club, pleased to meet you." He led me through a grand old hallway, oak paneled and marbled floor, cold against the warmth of day outside to an office. He gestured to a chair and I sat down. He walked around a large mahogany desk and sat facing me. He looked serious, or maybe slightly concerned. "I think before we begin, I should explain a little about the club," he said nervously. "I don't know if you have heard anything about it?" I shook my head. "Well, we are very different from most other clubs maybe a little strange some would say, not politically correct, old fashioned, archaic even." I listened even more. "Well, our founder appreciated female beauty and the womanly form and, to be accurate, so do all of it's members to this day. We believe in a certain 'treasuring' of women and a appreciate those women who accept our guidance and rules." I began to wonder where this conversation was going. "To cut to the chaise Clare, women are not allowed to wear clothing in the company of club members." I stared transfixed, too tongue tied to respond. "To be more precise, female clothing is not permitted past this hallway and office. Now I should make it clear that nothing untoward is expected, the girl can simple be naked and go about her business in complete safety and security. All are members are perfect gentleman and would never even so much consider doing anything against a woman's will." I sat transfixed, like a rabbit in the car headlights. "In return to your service here you will get food, a room and the sum of eight hundred pounds a week," he explained. My focus was momentarily broken by the sum of money dangled in front of me. Thoughts raced, rape, sex slavery, prostitution, dirty old me letching after me but then the money, a room and all that money, I could fund my course. I opened my mouth, but the words would not form, my tongue was dry. Charles handed me a glass of water. "Err.. what.. oh ... so.. my role.. duties.. what ..," I stuttered. "Oh yes, well, you can start as maid, light duties, some cleaning, serving drinks in the smoking room, waitressing in the canteen. It is not too heavy a workload. The day would run from eleven in the morning until seven at night or the later shift from two in the afternoon until nine at night." "And the men... just ..." "All our member are gentlemen who admire women immensely, they will not touch you uninvited, say anything improper or do anything you don't want." My head was spinning. "er.. I am at university so I am really looking for a position over the summer," I explained. "That would be no problem, we are more than happy for a woman to join us on a temporary basis and were we in fact hoping for a student applicant when we posted the advertisement" "Now we have here today the committee members so we could interview you today, if not then our president will be away on holiday for three weeks so if you need time to think about it then it won't be until he returns." I looked quizzically, "I thought this was an interview?" "Oh no, I am just explaining the club to you, you will need to be interviewed by the committee and to be interviewed by the committee you need to go past the hallway into the club." I looked puzzled. 'You will need to undress," he said in matter of fact way. "oh," was the only response my mouth would allow. "If you decide it is not for you then we would appreciate your discretion about these conversations," he added after a brief pause. The silence was only broken by the sound of a clock ticking. I sat there with my thoughts racing for what seemed like an eternity. I was slightly reassured by his calm matter of fact manner and the money was unbelievable for a summer job, I could fund my course and have no loan at the end of college. "Ok," I said, piercing the silence. It was almost like another voice had come out of my mouth, I was shocked at the words I had just uttered. Was it me saying that, was this some dream or a nightmare? "Fantastic, Clare. Now can you please undress and leave your clothing on the chair and I will take you the committee," he casually requested. With that he immediately started phoning, asking people to attend an interview in the committee room. I was gripped with fear. Trembling, I unzipped the dress and let if fall. Charles appeared to take no notice and carried on phoning. I picked the dress up folded it and placed it on the chair and stood in my black bra and panties. Charles looked up briefly. "Yes, that's it just leave all the clothing on the chair." All the clothing meant bra and panties I thought. I unhooked my bra and covering my small breast with one arm placed the bra on top of the dress, then with my arm in place slipped my panties and shoes off, squatting down and quickly placing my panties on the clothing pile and placing my hand across my groin. I stood there trying to cover up and blushing profusely at being naked in an office. Eventually Charles had finished making his phone calls and he looked up at me. "Excellent!" he exclaimed. He then stood up from his desk and walked to the door. "Follow me," he said enthusiastically. I followed Charles out of the door. As my barefeet touched the marble floor the cold immediately sent a shiver down my spine, reminding me of my nakedness and giving me visible goosebumps all over my exposed flesh. I padded after him, one arm across my chest and a hand covering my genitals. The soft sound of my feet on the floor contrasting with clomp of his brown brogues. I followed him upstairs and down a long corridor adorned with oil painting of serious looking gentlemen set in large golden frames. Charles stopped at a green door with a shiny brass handle. He pointed to a oxblood sofa opposite the door and told me to wait there. I sat as he went in the room. I looked around and pondered what I had go myself into, would I come out of this alive? I pressed my knees together and held my arm over my chest incase anyone came along. I waited. And Waited. And Waited. The silence was broken by two men climbing the stairs and strolling along the corridor. I covered up and looked shyly at them. They smiled and nodded as they went in the room, seemingly oblivious to my nudity. I waited some more and another man passed by and into the room, again smiling but totally unfazed by a naked girl sitting in hallway. Another wait and two more men entered the room followed by Charles at the door. "Could you step in please," he requested. My heart pounded and I stood up and, covering my modesty, entered the room. "Ah take a seat Miss Williams," said an elderly gentleman in a dark suit. "I am Edward Clark, the president of the Club, this is John Forsythe, William Tobin, Samuel Housin, Martin White, Ian Griggs and you know Charles." I smiled and nodded at the men as they were introduced. "Firstly, I must commend you on your courage to appear before us today under the club rules. I see you are still very shy but you have taken a huge step in actually being here. I think that tells us a lot about your character." I smiled. "What brings you to us today, Clare?" "Er..well the housemaid job," I replied nervously. "And why do you need such a position?" I looked slightly phased by the question. "Well to help with university," I repsonded. "Excellent, educated as well. Now your duties in such a position would be not too demanding for one such as yourself. However, it is attitude and your nature we are more concerned with." I nodded. "You seem a polite and well mannered woman and a with a little instruction would be perfect I am sure." Edward said as though almost thinking out loud. Again I nodded hoping I didn't seem like one of those nodding dogs in the back of a car. "Would you be amenable to a little instruction and training?" "Yes, I think so," I replied. "Very good!" Edward said rather loudly. "Now we have certain rules as you are no doubt aware. Obviously there is no clothing allowed and should you take the position you will have to surrender all clothing on arrival here." "You mean.. I couldn't get dressed at all?" I stuttered. "No, you would be completely naked for the full time of your employment in this club. You would have no need to leave here and we have large secluded grounds for you to wander in. Should you need to visit anyone then your clothing would be handed to you at reception and surrendered again upon return," Edward explained. I nodded showing my understanding. "Now, we value politeness and respect, all members of the club will be referred to as sir or Mr so and so, no first names here." "Yes Sir," I replied feeling slightly embarrassed as if a teacher was chastising me and I was in class naked. "You can start as a housemaid and you can learn skills in serving at a club like this, should you flourish in this environment then, with extra skill and training you can have certain... enhancements... to your role" "What are those?" I enquired, eager to they and respond and not just sit there. "Well we can discuss those as and when you feel happy but for now you will be required to do light duties under our conditions. Any questions for us?" "How many other women work here?" "My dear, you would be the only full time female member of staff, we are visited occasionally by the young niece of one of our members and we may have the need for girls helping us out from time to time out but it would mostly just be you" "And male staff?" "We have three butlers, a handyman, a gardener, two cleaners, a chef, assistant chef and a barmen." "And I would have to work with them." "Well we would hope so." "Naked!" "No, they are clothed." "I mean me naked?" "Yes, you would be naked but they are selected for character and discretion, they would be removed from employment if standards are not met." "And the niece, how old is she?" "She is nineteen and yes, she is required to go naked in here as well, before you ask". "She doesn't mind?" "She has been bought up the happy in the knowledge of our understanding in the roles of men and women and feels truly feminine when in the club. Now is it possible to see you?" Edward said assertively. I looked taken aback, is if I was suddenly invisible. "Could you please stand for us?" Edward responded gesturing with his hand in an upward motion. I stood holding my hands to cover myself "Can you put your hands by your side please." I took a deep breath and placed my hands by my side exposing my breasts and pubic area. "Can you turn around?" I shuffled around and stood with my back to the committee, going bright red with humiliation and embarrassment. I heard hushed voices, discussing my body. Firm, pert, lythe, slim, slender, petite, small, exquisite, beautiful. "Now turn around." I turned to face the gentlemen, covering up as I did so. "You are truly delightful and would be a wonderful asset to the club if you do want to join us but could I please request you shave your pubic area the gentlemen around here like to admire all of you and your delightful body." I was shocked at this request but nodded so I could make the ordeal end more quickly. "Now is there anything else?" With that Edward looked around the room. Charles drew his seat back, stood and walked over to me. I thanked the men and one by one they came over and shook my hand not giving me chance to cover up. "I'll take you back to my office." I followed him back down the corridor and down the stairs to his office, this time feeling less of an urge to cover up. As I dressed I contemplated just what a weird experience it had been. As I was dressing Charles, rummaged for an expenses form and I filled out the cost of the taxi journey and he got some money of a tin box and handed it to me. "Ill phone for a taxi," Charles announced and he was on the phone arranging one for me. "And if you want to sleep on the decision to proceed with your application then we can expect to hear from you tomorrow?" "Yes," I replied but I was lost in thoughts. As the taxi drove me home I considered my experience. It was the most utterly surreal one of my life. The antiquated club, such a sexist and draconian set of rules, the men, no I couldn't possible do it. After all it was basically prostitution, well maybe not but ... a striper. I was not an exhibitionist, I could never spend a whole summer naked serving those men and being ogled at. No, I would have to find something else. I arrived back at my student halls which was mostly empty except for a few international students. I felt I would have to rely on my loan to see me through college and live with the consequences. The money aspect was tempting, eight thousand pounds for this summer and possibly Christmas and Easter? I could leave university with a large dent in my loan and possibly. No I couldn't possibly, could I? That night was a restless sleep, too many thoughts in my mind battling with each other. When I awoke I was none the wiser or had decided, my mind said no but my bank balance said yes. The morning passed slowly, I went to breakfast, sat outside, looked through the newspaper again in an attempt to bring some clarity to my thoughts. Oh if only I hadn't seen that bloody advert, I thought. On returning to halls I looked in my pigeon hole, only to be greeted by the bill for that term's lodging. I hated been in debt, I saw how my father had lived on borrowed money, slowly having all life drained from him. I got my mobile phone and looked for the number I dialed yesterday. "Hello, yes... I have slept on it and I would like to take you up on the offer the job." The Xerces Club Ch. 02 I spent the morning wondering what had happened to me. A shy girl from a good family had agreed to work as a naked maid at a private club. I rationalised my decision on the basis of the members all being gentlemen; plus it paid well and solved my summer accommodation issues in one go. I needed fresh air so I decided to take a little stroll into town and treat myself to coffee and breakfast at a little cafe I knew. Now that I had money I could afford such extravagances. I stepped out into the fresh summer morning and walked through the campus and out into the old part of town. I arrived sooner than expected; being lost in thoughts made the journey quicker somehow. I sat at a table in window looking down an old rambling lane, with its jumble of quirky little shops. The waitress came over to me. "Are you ready to order?" she asked. "Oh, yes, er, a cappuccino and the smoked salmon and scrambled eggs please," I replied partially in my own world. I imagined myself as that waitress but serving customers naked. The thought was frightening yet at the same time a little exciting. As I waited for my breakfast I checked my phone. I saw an email from the Xerces Club. I opened the mail and read through a fairly standard contract but the additions towards the end caught my eye. It contained a paragraph that I was to be naked at all times in the club and I was to surrender all clothing at reception. This made the butterflies in my tummy dance. The thought of being naked for days at a time was unimaginable. I was naked when I showered but that was it, five minutes a day not 24/7. My reading was disturbed by the waitress bringing my breakfast over. I looked up and thanked her then started to eat. As I ate I scrolled through the email. At the end was a message from Charles, the club secretary, asking if I could start as soon as possible and also reminding me to shave my pubic area and what I would need to bring when I started. The list was very short and basically listed a toiletries bag, which I would be allowed to take into my room, a small case of clothing to be left with reception for when I had to venture out of the club and a bag to place my clothing I arrived in. This all made it seem very real and also a reminder of just how exposed I would be. I finished my breakfast and took a stroll back to halls. As I walked tried to phone the club but there was no answer so I sent an email back telling them I was flexible on starting dates. I got back into my room and flopped on my bed. I checked my phone and saw a new email from the club. I read it with a slight panic as it was suggested I start tomorrow. That was too soon, I felt unprepared mentally but I didn't want to risk losing the job or appear less keen. I sent a text back agreeing to starting tomorrow and to arrive at the club at ten the next morning ready for duties. I hastily started to get things ready, packing my clothes and books into boxes to go into storage and sorting out the little I needed to take with me to the club. I packed up a small suitcase with clothing I might need over the summer and got a wash bag ready. I rummaged through and found a razor and then remembered I needed to shave. I got my towel and went into the bathrooms along the hall. I undressed and turned the shower on and stepped under the cascade of warmth. I washed my body then shaved my legs and finally my pubic area. It felt strange, wrong even. I would feel so very exposed and the men would be able to see my genitals with absolutely nothing to cover them. I promptly dried and got dressed. I spent the rest of the day sorting out my room and taking things down to the store room for the summer vacation. I had my one small suitcase, packed with a change of clothing and toiletries bag and a hessian bag in which to put the clothing I arrived in. It seemed so very little for a whole summer and again made aware of just how exposed and naked I would be. I felt at a loose end, thoughts of actually doing the job and interacting with clothed men while I was completely nude made shivver. I was concerned as how the men would interact with me, how would I talk to them, would they look at me, what if I had to bend over, have somebody follow me upstairs. I suddenly felt very shy. The day passed fretfully followed by a restless night of little sleep. By the time the taxi came to take me to the club I felt a little sick with nerves which only got worse on the ride over. The taxi pulled up at the gates and I paid the driver. I took a deep breath and pressed the intercom. "Hello, Clare Williams here, I am starting the housemaid job today," I said nervously. "Oh yes, please enter," came a male voice. I paused, took a deep breath then walked through the gates and up the drive. I arrived at the large front doors and turned the knob, pushing them open as I did so. At one side of the entrance there was a large oak reception desk. I walked up to it trembling with nerves as I did so. "Ah hello Miss Williams," said the middle aged gentleman behind the desk. I smiled. "I see you have your case, now perhaps if you could be so kind as to hand me the rest of your clothing so I can lock it away for safekeeping," he said casually. "What here?" is all I could stutter as a reply. He nodded. I unbuttoned my blouse and removed it, aware of his eyes watching me and I placed it in the hessian bag I had taken with me. Next I unzipped my skirt and stepped out it, already feeling very exposed in just underwear and ballet pumps. I turned my back and unhooked my bra and with one arm cupped over my breasts I dropped it in the bag . Finally I pulled down my panties and shoes, placing them neatly along with my other clothing. I felt vulnerable and so completely naked, standing in a unfamiliar hallway into which anyone could suddenly walk. I removed my hands exposing my body. I knew I would have to get used being like this all the time. The gentleman went into a back office with my clothing and as he did so I heard footsteps coming along the hallway. I was relieved to see Charles coming along to meet me but also aware of the situation of my very exposed state. "Hello Clare," he exclaimed enthusiastically. I smiled and said hello. "Now, have you taken what you need from your bag?" he enquired. I suddenly realised I had my toiletries bag packed in my suitcase. I squatted down on the floor and unzipped the bag and fished around until I had found it. As I did so I was aware of Charles watching me doing a mundane task yet realising how exposed my pussy was in a simple squatting position. I could not cover up so just got on with in. I retrieved my bag and zipped up the suitcase. The man behind the desk came around and took it from me. I stood up, exposed before Charles, the bag pressing against my vagina and my breasts exposed. The cool of the marble floor had chilled me making my nipples hard and erect and I felt a tingle of embarrassment. "Er, OK Claire, if you follow me I will show you to your room," Charles said in a slightly distracted way. We walked along the corridor and up a set of stairs off to the side of the corridor. I followed and padded along the floor feeling so uncomfortable, like I was in one of those dreams where you are suddenly at school naked. We walked up two sets of stairs to an attic area. "Here, we are, this is your room, I hope you find it to your satisfaction," said Charles keenly. He turned a brass knob on a white painted door and showed me inside a large room decorated with antique furniture. There was a large metal framed bed with wonderful brass knobs. On the wall were old paintings and a large victorian full length mirror, under the window was a chaise longue and there were antique chairs and wonderful old dressing table. "It is wonderful but there is no wardrobe?" I question Charles. "For your clothes?" he replied with a huge grin. I immediately blushed and felt it extending over my body. He must think I am stupid I thought to myself. "Now let me show you the bathroom, unfortunately there is no ensuite here but I am sure the bathroom will be adequate," Charles explained. He showed me along the corridor to a white tiled bathroom. To one side a door containing a toilet and the rest of the room was open with a sink, large roll top bath and large shower rose protruding from the ceiling. I surveyed the room but my eyes came to rest on the door. "There is no lock?" I asked. "On the toilet, oh yes," responded Charles pointing to the vacant engaged locking mechanism on the door. "No, I mean for the shower and bath area, does nobody else come up here?" I said clarifying my question. "Oh, nobody else lives in this part but the maintenance staff come up here quite a bit, the heating system and store room is along this corridor," Charles answered "But what if I am showering?" I asked in a concerned voice. "My dear, they will see you naked all day, seeing you in the shower or bathing will hardly be anything new for them," Charles explained in very nonchalant way. I suddenly felt like an object as these words, I would have no privacy at all, my body for the visual inspection of any man who cared to look at me. For the first time I felt stirring, emotions I had never felt before, feelings in my skin, my flesh tingled at the thoughts of being seen naked by others. Thoughts of clothed men being in charge and I was a servant here. I looked up and caught myself in the bathroom mirror. I suddenly felt very self-conscious and stripped of all dignity. My small breast and hard nipples on full display flushed red with embarrassment. My tummy, navel, hips all exposed. My shaven pubic area displaying my mound of venus and clitoral hood and labia. My skinny pale bare legs, my bottom, my bare feet all on display amongst a bunch smartly dressed men. I felt regretful at accepting this post, the reality of my state of contractual nudity was becoming all too apparent. "Everything all right Clare?" Charles suddenly asked, aware of my silence. "Oh, yes fine," I replied lying to myself. "Ok then. I will take you down to the office to fill out some paperwork and then I will introduce you Mr Roberts, head of staff here. He will show you your duties for the day," Charles elucidated. I felt butterflies returning to my stomach at the thought of having to interact with others. I had got used to Charles. Would it be like this for every man who sees me naked for the first time? In Charles's office I sat at his desk and signed the required paperwork. My bare bottom feeling odd in his leather chair and my naked feet on the wooden foot rest. All these curious new tactile stimulations were interesting but a constant reminder of my exposed flesh. Charles made a call on his office phone asking Mr Roberts to his office. I stood and waited nervously making a conscious effort not to cover myself up. The silence was broken by knock on the door. "Enter!" Charles said loudly. Into the room stepped a man in his forties, tall and slim. He was dressed smartly in a black uniform with a dark green waistcoat and the club's emblem embroidered on his breast pocket. I felt mortified standing in the company of two middleaged men completely exposed. I felt a flush of embarrassment come over me and resisted an urge to cover my breasts and groin area. I knew they could see my young body fully exposed to them and shaving my pubic area only made matters worse as it now felt more sensitive to temperature and so very much open and exposed. "This is Clare Williams, the new maid we spoke about," Charles explained to him. "Oh yes, sir, I'll show her the club and start her on some light cleaning duties,:" Mr Roberts replied formally. As he spoke I could see his eyes taking in all on my body, looking me up and down. I felt ashamed at being like this. . "Excellent," replied Charles. "If you could follow me miss," Mr Roberts said very formally. "Er, yes sir," I said instinctively. I followed him out the door and down another dark corridor leading off from reception. As we went he explained a little about the history of the club and how I should address people. It all seemed very old and stuffy yet they wanted me to work naked. It all seemed completely strange to me. We first entered the games room. It was a large room with a snooker table at one end and several card tables and couple of large leather sofas. Mr Roberts explained how the men often like to play snooker or cards after lunch and I would be expected to serve drinks in here. I could not imagine just walking into the room like I was and having to interact with strange men. It was bad enough with just one man. We next we went through to an adjoining room which turned out to be the bar. It was very old fashioned, wooden floor, and copper and brass fixtures and fittings. The smell of alcohol and leather from the arm chairs hung in the air. My bare feet padded across the floor as Mr Roberts explained the functioning of the bar. The formality of the club enhanced my feeling of nakedness, I shouldn't even be in here let alone totally disrobed. The new tactile senses continued as I was shown into the library and dining room. My feet felt the different temperatures and touch of the floor coverings, every little draft caressed my naked flesh and sent shivers down my spine. The last room on the tour was the kitchen. As I was shown in I was shocked to find people working in there. New people seeing my naked body made my heart beat a little faster and made me feel small. Working on the kitchen was the head chef and two assistants, all male and all looking at my exposed body. The head chef was older, maybe early forties but the two assistants were my age or just a little older. This made me cringe with embarrassment as I thought about my college friends seeing me like this. I could see they were closely examining every bit of me and their eyes exploring my freshly shaven pussy. I went bright red as I was introduced. "So, you must be brave or a nudist," one of the younger men said with a big smile. "Leave it out, she looks embarrassed," said the head chef. I stood motionless going bright red. "Well that concludes the tour," Mr Roberts exclaimed quickly changing the subject. "I'll get you started on cleaning the games room," he said I nodded enthusiastically and followed him out the kitchen and down to the store room. He showed the cleaning products and in no time at all I was back in the games room with a cloth and tin of wood polish. I had been instructed to polish all the woodwork of which there seemed a lot. I felt more comfortable alone here and just got on threw myself into the job to my mind off my insane situation. After an hour the silence was broken by Mr Roberts returning. "How have you got on?" he enquired. "Oh fine, I found it quite nice polishing all this fine wood," I replied trying to sound enthusiastic about the job. As I replied I could see he was inspect the woodwork and making sure things were polished to his satisfaction. "Have you done the skirting board?" he queried. "Oh no, sir, not yet," I replied. "I think you better had," he replied firmly. I got down onto the floor on all fours and started to polish the wooden skirting board. I knew he was standing behind me and looking at my bottom and labium and crawled around the floor polishing. I felt so cheap, like I was displaying myself for a dirty old man. I just carried on polishing trying not to think about what was happening. Every so often he would tell me I had missed a bit and I could tell he standing right behind me. "Ok, now that looks fine," he said as I finished the last bit. My knees were hurting as I stood up and I was pink from the embarrassment of having a man look at my most private bits for half an hour. "Now, you can go to your room and shower and get sorted," this evening you will serving drinks in here," he informed me. My heart started pounding at the thought of several men seeing me naked all evening. I knew I must do this and I would soon get used it and enjoy the pay cheque! I walked back to my room and lay on the bed trying not to think about things but my constant nudity kept my mind focused on being the only one naked amongst a club of clothed men.