The Madame & The Maid

Rubi Rico came to clean, scrub brush in her pocket, but she stayed for everything else. Arwen opened the door in silk so thin it might as well have been air. Her eyes moved over Rubi slowly, like she was already undressing her. The apartment didn’t look dirty. The sheets on the bed were still warm. Rubi set down her bucket anyway. Arwen’s fingers found the hem of her shirt and lifted. No hurry. Just certainty. Rubi’s bra came off next, nipples already tight from the cool air and the older woman’s steady gaze. Arwen bent, took one into her mouth, tongue warm and slow. Rubi’s knees softened. On the bed Arwen spread her open. Two fingers slid inside without warning, then a third. Rubi gasped, back arching. Arwen worked her deep, thumb circling her clit until her hips chased every stroke. When Rubi came it was sudden and loud, thighs shaking around Arwen’s wrist. Arwen didn’t stop. She pressed deeper, curling, until the second orgasm rolled through like heat lightning. Afterward Arwen lay back, thighs parted, and told Rubi exactly how she wanted her tongue. Rubi obeyed, licking slow then desperate, tasting her until Arwen’s hand tightened in her hair and she came with a low, satisfied moan. The apartment stayed spotless. Rubi did not.