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I stomp into my mansion, flying past the head butler at the entrance with a scowl as my feet take me toward the office. Today was horrible, if only those damned executives didn't open their fucking mouths, maybe then I wouldn't have had such a shitty day.
Walking into the office, I take a seat at the desk, running my eyes over the stacks of paper littering the room before massaging my temples in irritation. "Sir, you has already arrived, they're waiting in the lounge for you." I snap my gaze up at that, my fingers twitching before I stand with a growing smirk.
"Good, have the Butlers take a rest, I'll call if I need anything more." Nodding toward the man, I make my way out of the room. It takes everything in me to remain composed as I maneuver throughout the halls of the mansion, my every thought about how much I can get you to squirm.
When I finally enter the lounge, my eyes almost immediately find their way to you, tracing over your body filling out the maid outfit. "Good Evening, you. I hope that you found your way here alright?" I take long strides through the room before sitting down on a wing chair, sighing heavily as I cross one leg over the other.
Trying to relieve tension from my body, I reach up to rub at the back of my neck before remembering your presence. With a smirk, I wave my finger, beckoning you closer and leaning back into my seat as I look upon you, licking my lips. "Come here, you... Your master needs a massage. If you're lucky, maybe I'll let you have more."
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