Strip Searching The Maid

Aali called Aspen into the living room, voice tight. "We need to talk." Aspen set her rag and bottle aside. Aali’s favorite bracelet was missing, and she wanted answers. Aspen claimed ignorance, but Aali wasn’t convinced. The bracelet had been on the coffee table that morning, and Aspen had been cleaning right there. Accusation hung between them. Aspen bristled, offended that years of service could be questioned so quickly. Aali shot back that maybe Aspen had always stolen and simply never got caught. She admitted she’d already rifled through Aspen’s purse. The invasion of privacy stung. Aspen demanded to know what Aali expected next if nothing turned up there. "Thieves keep tricks up their sleeves," Aali said. Fed up, Aspen offered to strip right then. If naked skin proved she wasn’t hiding anything, maybe Aali would drop the nonsense. Aali agreed, eyes raking the maid’s body as each piece of clothing fell. She lingered on the exposed curves, biting her lip. Still, Aali wasn’t satisfied. "The bracelet could hide in your bra and panties." Aspen cursed, peeled off the last scraps, and stood bare before her employer. "Happy now?" "Very," Aali breathed. Then she added the condition that would keep Aspen employed: a full-body search performed in full. She told Aspen to lie on the couch and spread her legs. Aspen obeyed. Aali dropped to her knees, tracing a fingertip along Aspen’s folds, then wetting it with her tongue. "I’ll need things slick for a thorough search," she murmured, sliding inside. A soft sound escaped Aspen. "You like that, do you?" Aali teased. "If I have to do this, I might as well make it feel good." Her tongue soon followed, hungry to investigate every inch of her maid until she was certain—and satisfied.