9 comments/ 62756 views/ 26 favorites The Vietnamese Maid By: scotjock1 She was warned, about him. Her friends, and family – even other maids had warned her about taking the job. Lan had thought that the opportunity being offered was too good to ignore, she had been approached by the representative of a young man who wished to employ a female maid of Asian ethnicity. Her employer had given Lan a number to call, and she had called it to find out about the job offer. It was for a week at a man's house outside of London, in the countryside of Surrey. She would be paid a lump sum of £1,000 for the entire week's worth of work. But she was to ask no questions, and to do what her employer asked of her if she wanted the full payment. He would be in the house as she worked, and she was to serve him food, clean the house and care for him. Lan assumed that meant cooking food for him, or washing his clothes like any maid was expected to do. Lan was new in United Kingdom, and had just flown from a small town outside Hanoi over to be with her family in London. She was promised the work of being a maid, for a company that specialised in finding work for new Asian immigrants. But her family, her sisters and friends all told Lan not to take the job. She was almost about to take their advice, and not take the job when she was called directly on her new mobile phone by the representative of the client hiring for the job. He was now offering her £2,000 for the job for the week, but there were new stipulations. She was to do exactly as the client asked, to refuse would see her denied any of the money. She was also to wear a given uniform around the house, and to complete certain tasks for the client and live in the house for the entire duration of the week, in a room put aside for her. Now Lan wasn't young, at least not as young most of the maids she worked with. She was almost thirty five, with long black hair and naturally tanned skin as was natural from being from Vietnam. She had cheek bones, and a smile that everyone commented on. However Lan had a wonderful body for her age, with naturally perky breasts ,small waist and tight bottom that wasn't large, but was firm she had the entire package. She was unmarried as she wanted to save some money up for herself, before marrying someone; in her mind a British man who could provide for her. Lan needed the money, the amount the client was offering was almost ten times what she would make in a week. So without truly thinking about the ramifications, she accepted the job. She was told a car would pick her up from Central London, and drive her to the house in Surrey. Again she was not to ask the driver anything, as he knew nothing. He was only driving for the day, and nothing more. She could wear what she liked to the house, but was to bring no other clothes except what she was wearing. Clothes would be provided by the client once she arrived. So a week later, on a dreary wet Monday morning Lan was waiting outside Marylebone Train Station for the car. At about 7:10am a black SUV pulled up next to her as she stood in a pair of baggy jeans, and black t-shirt. She had her hair pulled into a ponytail, the driver stepped out of the driver's side. He was big, and stocky and very built in size. Wearing a suit, he called Lan over to the car. "Get in, miss." Was all he told her, so she got into the back seat of the car and he shut the car door behind her before getting into the driver's seat. They journey was long, almost two hours. An hour of that was just spent driving through the empty, desolate countryside to the house. She almost fell asleep, but the bumpy country roads woke her. Eventually they pulled up to a big gate, with long metal railings and ornate statues on top of the gate. The driver pulled the SUV up to an intercom, sticking out of the ground and he pressed the one single button on it. A few seconds later a voice answered, a male voice. The driver said only a few words, when the intercom buzzed and the gate opened. They drove through the open gate, passing large courtyards and open fields as they followed a pebble road up to a large, manor house. It was three stories big, with large ornate windows and statues decorating the outside walls. Lan had never seen a house like this, ever in her life and she wondered how much the client was truly worth to own such a house. The SUV pulled up to the front doors of the house, and the driver got out and opened Lan's door to let her out. She slowly stepped out, and they were alone on the road. A few seconds passed, and Lan wondered if the client was even coming out to meet her. The doors opened, and a middle-aged man stepped out in a suit walking towards her. She assumed this was the client, seeing that he was middle-aged with thinning white hair. "Lan?" He asked. She smiled, and bowed. "Come in, follow me miss." Lan nodded, and took one last look at the driver as he got back into the vehicle and drove off. She soon followed the older man into the house, and the first area of the house she entered was a huge ball room. With two flights of stairs at either side of the room that led to the upper floors. There was a single, large statue in the centre of the room. It was a sculpted lion, eating what looked like a Deer in it's jaw, and the animal looked close to death. "Follow me, miss." The man repeated, and Lan noticed he wasn't going into a lavish room but a side room nearby, she followed him into what looked like a kitchen and he stood waiting for her near a large Oak table. On it was a piece of paper with typed writing on it, and a single pen next to it. On the other side of the table was an obscure shape, hidden by what looked to be a blanket. "Come in, we haven't' got all day." Lan followed him, and stood at the table. "Are you client?" Lan asked in her broken English. The man sighed. "No I am not, the client is in his quarters and will be down to meet you soon enough. I am his representative, and we have some things to go through before you can begin your job. Now do you understand the perimeters of the agreement to this job, Lan?" Lan nodded, thinking it better to nod than speak. "Speak them, miss. I need to know you understand everything, that entails in this job." Lan nodded once more and spoke. "I not ask questions, I do as client asks me. If I break rule, I not be paid." The man nodded. "Good, that is the gist of this deal. Now come here, and sign this form. It's a binding contract of your agreement to work, you do not need to read it. Everything was explained to you already." The man picked up the ball-point pen and held it out to Lan, and she slowly walked around the table and took the pen from his hand. He nodded to the single sheet of paper, and Lan saw what looked to be an area marked for a signature. Maybe if she could speak English better, or read better she would have studied the contract in front of her but all she cared about was the job. She scribbled her mark on the form, and the man took the pen from her. "Good, now that is out of the way. You understand you must do, as the client asks of you? No questions are to be asked." Lan nodded, understanding her role. "Good, first off. The client has asked that you wear a special uniform for your work here." The client's representative pulled back the blanket that hid the obscure shape on the table, and Lan saw it was a pile of clothing. The chosen outfit for her to wear shocked Lan, it was what looked to a maid outfit made of PVC and latex. Laid out on the table was the main body of the uniform, with a short skirt and tight top made of latex, that looked extremely tight and very short. The main body of the uniform was black, and the sides were white. There was also what looked to be a maid's hat with a frilly bower on it, also made of latex. She also so what looked to be pure black, PVC stockings attached to suspenders and a garter belt. All of it was made of black and white latex. The high heels were very shiny, and made of PVC. "You may have noticed there is no underwear included in this uniform, you may not wear your own and so you must wear none." Lan was sceptical, she could not wear underwear with her uniform? "But uniform very short, sir. I not feel right not wearing underwear." Her broken English was cute, but the representative was not happy. "You will wear no underwear, or I can call back the driver and you can be taken back to London and be paid nothing." Lan was breathing hard, she needed this job. She assumed maybe the client got a thrill out of knowing, she was not wearing underwear and nothing more. Well worth the £2,000 at least, to let him think that. "No no, I do job. I wear uniform given." The man nodded. "That's good, glad to hear that. Now strip." Lan's eyes went wide, as the request sunk into her brain. He wanted her to undress in front of him until she was naked. The man sensing Lan was uncomfortable, or not understanding the request sighed and spoke. "Another request of the owner, I must make sure you do not keep your own underwear on and I will take your clothes and put them in a safe place until the week is finished. For the duration of the week, you may only wear this chosen outfit or any others the client chooses for you, and nothing else. If you break this rule, you will be paid nothing." Lan understood, somewhat. "Good, now strip/" Lan shivered, but slowly took hold of her black t-shirt and lifted it over her head trying to keep some modesty and hide her chest with her discarded t-shirt. "All off, or you can go home." She timidly put her t-shirt on the table in a pile, and the man saw she was wearing a grey sports bra that held in her breasts, showing an ample amount of cleavage peeking over the top of the bra. "And the bra, miss." Slowly she took hold of the bottom of the bra, which was tight and clinging to her skin and slowly peeled it up and over her head showing her bare, naked firm breasts. Modesty was gone, Lan knew to keep this job she had to obey the client's orders. The man was piling her clothing into a pile, with the bra now added to it. "Now the jeans." Lan watched the man, and it was clear he actually wasn't interested in seeing her body. He looked at her, as if looking an a maths equation needing solved or something. To Lan, he seemed like he was either gay or not interested in her. She took hold of the button of her jeans, at the crotch and unbuttoned it. Taking hold of the zip she pulled it down, and began to wriggle out of the jeans as her panties came into view. They matched the bra, made of the same material and colour but clung to her crotch and bottom showing her cameltoe. It wasn't intentional, but these sports bras and panties did cling to a woman's body showing every curve and crevice they had. Lan kicked off the jeans, placing them on the table with the rest of her clothing. She slipped her trainers off, and the pink ankle socks she wore, and placed them too on the table. Now just with panties on, she hesitantly took hold of their waistband and slid them down her legs and off her feet. The man noticed she was shaven clean around her pussy, and she was smooth. Lan was always a very hygienic woman, keeping her feminine hygiene at the highest level. Her bottom was tight, very well formed and tanned naturally a light caramel tone. The representative, made a mental note to tell the client before he left the manor. "Now the scrunchie, you are to wear your hair in either pigtails, or loose for the client if you are not wearing the maid's hat. But that is up to the client." Lan quickly removed the scrunchie holding her hair into a ponytail, and placed it on the table. She pulled her hair out loose, and let it cascade over her shoulders. "Now please face that wall to your left, arms out fully to your sides and legs spread slightly about a foot apart between your feet." Lan slowly turned to face the wall the man was pointing to, and noticed there was a camera positioned on the wall aimed straight at her. She was horrified, the client had been watching her strip. Lan could hear muffled words, being spoken through an electronic device. She could see in the corner of her eye, as the man came to stand next to her also facing the wall he was touching his ear. He had an earpiece in his ear, and was speaking to the client. The man spoke through a mic connected to the collar of his shirt. "Yes, she is fully shaven and perfectly proportioned particularly her bottom and breasts, both of which are very firm and supple." Muffled words she could not here were transmitted to the representative. "I am glad she satisfies what you seek sir, I will make sure she is prepared in her uniform and put to some menial task before I leave." Lan waited patiently, as the man walked around her ignoring her beautiful body, obviously not interested. He walked back over to the table and called for her. "Come, time for you to dress then we'll find you a task to do." The man handed her the pile of latex, and PVC clothing that made up her outfit. "May I dress alone?" The man sighed once more, as if her asking questions was irritating him. "No, you must dress in front of me. I must make sure you adhere to the client's requests." Lan nodded, and began to dress. She started by pulling the black PVC stockings and slipped into the garter belt that was tightly wrapped around her slim waist. Making sure her garter belt, and suspenders were correctly placed she was ready to put on the maid outfit. She finally got a better look at it, and saw that there was a sharp V drop to the front of the top part, exposing more than just ample cleavage. Wearing no bra would permit the client to see down into her breast valley, and see her nipples. She ignored the idea, thinking about the money she would be paid on Sunday once she was done. Pulling it over her head, the material clung to her body like a second skin and moulded to her breasts, ass and curves. In her mind, Lan was praying to her God for forgiveness in wearing such seedy clothing for a job. Next she had also noticed a pair of matching black, PVC clothes with white frilly PVC material at the wrists. She slipped them on, noticing how they too moulded to her fingers and hands. She took her hair now, and bunched it up into a bun, and used the scrunchie to keep it in place as she put the hat on. She expected to be scolded for using the scrunchie, and turned to the man. "In this case, you may use the scrunchie to keep your hair in place when wearing the hat." Lan nodded, and waited as the representative listened to muffled instructions from the client in his earpiece. "The client wishes to see you more through his camera, please turn your back to the wall that the camera is on and stand still." Lan nodded, and shuffled around until her back faced the wall the security camera was positioned on. "Bend over, now." Lan reluctantly bent at the waist, trying to keep her legs straight and strong. Listening to his earpiece, the representative barked instructions to her. "More, bend fully from your waist." Lan was aware her ass was probably on camera, for the client to see and with no underwear she could assume with how hi-tech the camera looked he could see her vagina or pussy clearly. Suddenly, the representative lifted the back of her skirt and exposed her full bottom to the camera. Lan was shocked, but said nothing and just shivered. Listening to his earpiece, the man spoke to the client. "Are you sure, sir?" Another instruction given. "Yes, sir." Without warning, the man took hold of Lan's small firm, rounded buttocks and forcibly spread them open in front of the camera, peeling them obscenely open for the client to see her womanhood and puckered ass hole. Lan spoke in hushed words, in Vietnamese as she begged for this to be over soon as she felt ashamed. "Very well, sir. I will tell her to do that." The man let go of her firm buttocks, and told her to stand. "The client wishes for you to begin cleaning, search for places that need cleaning and use all the supplies and such you need in this cupboard." He pointed to a door in the kitchen, and opened it showing it was a storage cupboard for cleaning products. "I will be leaving now, and will put your clothing in a safe place for you to get on Sunday once you're done. The client will see you as soon as he is ready too, so remember. Do as he tell you, without questioning him or you'll be paid nothing." Lan swallowed hard, and the man left the kitchen with her clothing and disappeared. She soon heard the front doors, close and knew he had left. Lan took a moment to breath, before taking a bucket from the cupboard, a bottle of bleach and a wash cloth she would use to clean surfaces. Squirting a liberal amount of bleach into the bottom of the bucket, she diluted it by filling it to the middle with hot water. She took her supplies and began to search the ground floor for places needing cleaning, and began to wash and clean the windows and windowsills. For almost two hours, she cleaned and still hadn't met the client. She had cleaned four rooms on the ground floor of the manor house, she began to wonder if there was even a client to speak of. She began to clean one of the windows in a room, and as she moved from the top of it downwards she had to back-up and spread her legs slightly to wash the rest of the window. She was too busy working, cleaning the window to notice someone had entered the room behind her. In the doorway stood Michael Renin, owner of the manor house and a millionaire with an estimated personal wealth of more than £100 million pounds. He wasn't old, he was barely twenty three years in age, and his wealth had been given to him by law when his mother and father died in a car crash almost five years ago. Michael wasn't stupid with money, he invested it and put himself through university learning about Economics, and Finance Studies so he knew what to do with his new-found wealth. He bought the big, manor house he now lived in almost a year ago when it was being sold for a loss by it's former owners. He bought it for less than £2 million, after enough haggling since it's former owners needed cash and fast. He traded in stocks and bonds, both safe but they would generate capital for him, and would be relatively risk-free ventures, barely scratching the surface of the money left to him. But he was also a man known for his sexual fancies, and his extraordinary fascination with Asian women and the idea of dominating them, owning them and truly taking them to the brink of exhaustion sexually. However that was all to come in the next year or two, in the future as Lan was going to be his first. It had taken months to find a suitable man who was both discrete and good at what he did, that was Michael's representative Thomas. The same man who made Lan strip, and dress in the provocatively designed maid outfit, as well as forcibly groped her for the sake of the camera. Michael was known in most circles as a man who could get someone anything they desired, he was what was known as a Fixer for certain people. He could find them women, drugs, guns. Anything they wanted, Thomas was a supplier for all lusts and desires. But he also known to be openly gay, and proud of it. It was the reason why Lan didn't interest him, when she was naked in the kitchen in front of him. It came as a surprise to Thomas that a man like Michael wanted to employ his services, and Thomas usually charged his clients at least £10,000 to procure what they wanted, and that was for each transaction made on someone's behalf. Thomas was surprised that Michael had offered him £20,000 for a one off deal involving him procuring a beautiful, attractive Asian woman to be his maid. But Michael made it clear, he wanted a maid to fuck and use and dominate all over his big, manor home. Thomas knew the women to look for, and those were migrant workers new in the country from South-East Asia. The Vietnamese Maid Thomas asked Michael if he was particular about the woman's ethnicity, and he was told as long as they were South-East Asian, and willing to agree to come to his home on the false pretence of a maid job it didn't matter where in the region they hailed from. It didn't take long for Thomas to find someone, he had found Lan immediately after putting the advert into the maid and cleaning company she worked for. It was Lan, that Thomas was always planning to bring to Michael. With his influence and power, Thomas discovered that Lan's family and friends were trying to convince her not to take the job, and so he upped the agreed price by another thousand pounds to entice her to take the job. Knowing what Michael wanted, Thomas had picked Lan specifically for this job. She was shy, and perhaps susceptible to either bribery or blackmail in order to give her body away to someone. If she refused, well she was alone with Michael in his big manor house, and he'd still get what he wanted from her either way. So now here he was, staring at Lan's bare brown bottom swaying as she cleaned the glass window. Michael wasn't ugly, he was quite handsome with dark brown hair, hazel eyes and a muscular body since he worked out at home in his private gym. He followed the shiny, back of her PVC stockings up to her suspenders peeking out under the skirt and his cock hardened in his bottoms he wore around the house. He squeezed his thick cock, inside his bottoms and slowly crossed the room in silence. He was wearing a house-coat, and in one of it's pockets were a pair of handcuffs, a red ball gag, and a blindfold in the other pocket. Everything he would need to break in his first, new maid. Lan was totally oblivious to Michael being in the room with her, and slowly he crept up behind her putting his arm out in front of him, ready to place on Lan's back to pin her to the window. He wasn't going to use any of the toys he had in his pockets, for now he was hoping her need for the £2,000 would make her either submissive to him, or paralyse her into letting him do what he wanted. His hand came down onto her lower back, and on the squeaky PVC material of the outfit and forced her up against the window. She gasped, and grunted as she hit the glass window unaware it was actually specially designed glass, that would never shatter or break. He forced open her legs with his feet, and pulled her back so her ass was pointed at him, and her lower body was bent over more. "Don't move, I am the client. Mr Michael Renin. You are my new maid, yes?" He pulled on her hair, but didn't remove the hat to emphasis he was in charge of her. "Yes-yes. I Lan, your maid." She was stammering, barely able to speak as she was breathing hard and fast. "Do you need that £2,000?" Lan shivered. "I do, sir. Yes." "Then you're going to work for it, remember the rule. Do as the client tells you, or you get paid nothing. Do you understand that?" Lan nodded. "Yes, I do-do sir." "Will you do anything, for that money Lan?" Lan wasn't thinking, she assumed the client was making sure she stole nothing or was surprised she was even in his house, so she answered too fast. "Yes, I do anything sir, anything." Michael said nothing, letting his hand from her back drop and slide down to the hem of her short skirt. It only just reached the bottom of her inner thighs, and yet showed a lot of her flesh. He slowly pushed the skirt up exposing her tanned, inner thighs and the bottom of her buttocks. "No please, I not do that." Michael pulled on her hair once more, firmly and roughly. "Either play the game, Lan or go home penniless." His hand pushed the skirt higher, with his mouth inches from her ear. Her full bottom was exposed, the skirt held up just above her buttocks and the hairless, smooth pussy between them visible from the way she was bent over. "Play or go home, that's your options here Lan. I'm in charge, not you." His hand dropped to her ass crack, and prised her cheeks open slowly spreading them more and more to expose her anus and smooth pussy lips. He found her pussy, and ran his fingers along her wet, glistening vagina lips. Her slit was smooth, and wet. She was wet, a sure sign she was aroused. Michael knew this and applied pressure until his fingers were slipping inside her slightly, parting her slit open. He took her leaking juices, and applied the warm liquid to her buttocks and even around her anus which made her flinch. She didn't move, or try to get away. She was paralysed, she wasn't a whore but to go home now with nothing scared her more, and Michael scared her. To defy him, she wondered if he'd even let her leave having her alone with him in his house. For a moment he took his hand away from her pussy, and pushed down the jogging bottoms he wore and fished out his big, thick erect cock. He didn't wear boxers around the house, and he took it by the shaft and guided it between her buttocks to her glistening, open pussy. The thick mushroom cock-head pressed against her pussy, it was then she tried to pull away. "No, no no please." John held her in place by her hair, and grunted at her. "Keep it up, you can go home with nothing. Now what's it going to be bitch, the money or the long drive back to London?" Lan gasped, unable to do anything out of fear and then she felt it. His thick, bulbous cock-head slide inside her first and then his whole cock enter her. It was so fast, so quick she couldn't believe it was happening. His thick, big cock was buried inside her to the hilt and it filled her up. She wasn't a virgin, but she hadn't been with many men or men the size that Michael was. He was inside her, and at first he didn't move but just stay still inside her letting her breath, and moan as she felt the intrusion, the violation begin. Slowly he began to thrust, sliding in and out of her wet pussy before long he was pumping her like she was a rag-doll, ramming in and out of her. The eerie sound of hushed grunts, moans and gasps were loud and echoed around the room. The only other sound was the smacking sound Michaels' thighs made coming into contact with Lan's slender legs from behind, as well as his balls slapping her ass as he fucked her. The thrusts, and pounding was so intense her whole body was being bounced back and then pinned hard against the window, as her buttocks clapped and bounced. She was too deep into her own senseless yearning for the £2,000 promised to her, to even put up a fight against him. Soon enough, she could hear him grunt and moan and without warning he exploded inside her pussy, with no protection or condom. Again Lan wasn't young, but she was still capable of having children. She had gone to the doctors many times in her life, and the regular check-ups showed she was able to conceive. Now she had just been forced, to have unprotected sex with a man she didn't even know and the possibility of falling pregnant to him were a fair chance. For the life of her as well, she could not remember what times she was ovulating and hoped it wasn't now. Michael held her in place, pulling on her air as he plopped out of her pussy with his flaccid cock and pulled his bottoms up over it. "You're doing very good, Lan. Keep this up until next Sunday, and the £2,000 is yours. Now, go make me something to eat. The kitchen and fridge is stocked up, so make me something traditional from Vietnam." He was breathing hard, as he turned around and walked out of the room. Lan stood there, still leant up against the window shaking, and quivering. She began to cry and weep, as she felt his thick, warm semen drool down the back of her legs. Slowly she slipped ,and slumped onto her knees on the carpet floor of the room, and wept as she lay her back against the wall contemplating what she had just got herself into with Michael Renin, and his job for her. (All feedback, and comments are appreciated.)