Chapter I

In which Lena Oxton finds Employ as a Kitchen Maid, and meets the Family

Lena whistled a bit as she walked along the idyllic country road. She had a bit of a spring in her step, and a unique way of walking where she stretched her long slender legs out in front of her with each step. She was on her way to a house not far outside the town, from which she had received a call the previous day. Lena had put out an ad in the local newspaper offering kitchen maid services, in hopes of landing temporary work nearby the town. The fact is, she had never worked as a maid before-but considered herself adept enough at cooking to "give it a go". Beyond that, she had dreams of becoming an RAF pilot, and given that she was already 26 years old, she was setting about to save up some money, which would hopefully allow her to go through training comfortably, and as soon as possible. And given what she had heard over the phone, this maid "gig" might well prove worthwhile.

The house was about a mile out from the town, and stood fairly close to the road-though not a busy road by any stretch. "Sorta posh ain't it!" Lena exclaimed as she opened the gate and walked up to the front door. She was wearing a white blouse, tucked in neatly to a black skirt-what she had figured was appropriate for the interview, sensible but not too casual. The outfit as a whole, along with the "flats" she wore, seemed a bit incongruous with her boyish frame and mannerisms-but this somehow made it all the more endearing. She licked her hand and ran her hair carefully once more. She had short, spiky reddish-brown hair. The color complemented her freckles well, while the cut highlighted her pretty neck. She reached up and beat on the door a few times. After a few moments, the door was opened by a 30-something blonde woman, a little shorter than Lena. Apparently she was fond of makeup, as she wore a lot. "Oh, here you are, for the interview, yes?" She said, in a noticeable French accent, "Come inside."

"That's me!" Lena chimed, stepping inside at the behest of the blonde woman, who led her from the foyer down the hall a bit, and into the living room. "Sit down; I will bring my husband," she said, and walked out. Lena took a seat in a comfortable looking chair with a duvet. Sitting down and adjusting her skirt, she looked around. There was nothing too special about the room's interior, or the house in general. Like lena's apparel; simple but elegant. Most importantly, it instilled a sense of 'home', which immediately her a good feeling about the interview. On a coffee table in front of her was a bowl filled with chocolates. Noticing it, she helped herself to one, also taking two more and putting them in her clutch. She was trying to figure out what to do with the late chocolate's wrapper when the woman returned, this time bringing with her a man.

"Miss Oxton? I'm John Mable; we spoke over the phone yesterday", said the man, "me and my wife Chloe put out the ad you saw." Though possessed of a somewhat high voice, he was masculine in appearance-slightly taller in height than Lena, with a square jaw, statue-esque shoulders, and long arms. What a looker!, thought Lena, as she walked over to shake hands. "I'm Lena Oxton, pleased to meet you Sirs and ma'ams," she said. Involuntarily, her eyes fell to his chest, where his unbuttoned collar revealed some angular collarbones. She felt a sudden pang of excitement. Coo, she thought, I'd like to give those a right lick-down! Remembering she was in an interview, she snapped back to reality. Again making eye contact, she suddenly saw that John Mable had an odd surprised expression on his face. He took his hand out of hers and looked at it. "What the…" He burst out laughing. Lena had still been holding the chocolate wrapper, and had accidentally reached out to shake hands while doing so. Chloe mable started laughing too, and since Lena wasn't the type to stay embarrassed for very long, even in a situation like this, she laughed too. "Sorry about that!" she apologized, snatching the wrapper back and stuff it in her skirt pocket. "Nonsense! I have to say I was pretty surprised though", replied John Mable. "Go on then, have a seat." The three went over the the chairs arranged around the coffee table, and sat down.

"Well! Let's get started then-nothing too official, my wife and I will just ask some few questions", he said, leaning forward and clasping his hands together. He and his wife were seated across from Lena, who was trying to sit in the chair with propriety. Her hands were holding her clutch in her lap. "Tell us a bit about yourself," John Mable said.

"I'm Lena, Lena Oxton, and I'm 26 years old this past February. I am a right passable cook if I say so, and though I never did maid-work before, I reckon I have just the talents for it. I know how to clean too, and keep track of inventories. I got a fair amount of elbow grease for whatever other work you need too." She added, to which Chloe Mable laughed. "Are you good with the young people? Boys?" she asked.

"I never worked with 'em directly, but as near as I can tell I am just as fluent with them as the next person-and a faster learner than the next person." Lena answered.

"Tres bien", said the woman, "My son will be in your supervision also, while you take care of the cooking", she continued. "But do not worry, he is not a little child; we will not ask you for babysitting." Turning to her husband, she added "John cherie, go get Chip why don't you, yes?" John Mable got up and walked out to fetch the person in question. "Chip is my son," she informed Lena, "Me and John had him back when we first got married." Chloe Mable apparently had a lot of interesting things to say. "Good deal, sounds like", offered Lena. "Oh yes, it was-is. I do love John. He is such a handsome sexy man." Right on, thought Lena, but merely nodded. "We met when I came to Bretagne as a student, and fell in love," Chloe Mable continued, "He is good to me, and I try to be good to him."

"You sound like a lucky woman!" said Lena, and she meant it-though perhaps not in the innocent sense in which the other woman interpreted it. "Yes I think so-I feel so," Chloe Mable responded.

Just then John Mable returned, along with his son-the aforementioned 'Chip'.

"Say hello to Miss Oxton there," his father said.

"Hey," hazarded Chip.

"Hiya!" said Lena.

Chip-or Charles, as was his actual name-was a shortish lad, blonde like his mother, but with his father's features. "Is she going to be our new maid?" He asked his mother. "Well it's up to you!" responded his mother, patting him on the head.

He scrutinized Lena for a few moments. She winked at him. Chip turned to his mother, saying "She's pretty!" Everyone burst out laughing.

"That's that then isn't it?" laughed John Mable. "Chip likes you, and we do too-if you're willing, you can come start the work from tomorrow."

Score! Thought Lena. "Thank you Mr. Mable! I will do that. You're all such nice folks, I think I've already made up my mind." She stood up to leave, and exchange handshakes with the two Mables. "It's settled then", said the father, "You can move in to the upstairs room tomorrow, or whenever you get your things over."

"Will do!" said Lena. They walked her to the door, exchanging farewells. "Thanks so much for all this," said Lena as she stepped out. "See ya soon, Chip!" she called to him, and briskly strutted down the steps, out the gate, waving once more before turning down the lane. "My, it already feels like we are family, doesn't it John?" said Chloe Mable as they closed the door. "I just know she is going to love our son, too." Smiling, she nodded to herself and closed the door.

Lena had gone straight home to pack her things. That is, more or less straight home-she had stopped by the pub for a "taller" by way of celebration. Although she fancied otherwise, she could not in fact hold a lot of liquor. As a result, despite being excited she had landed the job, she was a bit "woozy" upon arriving back at her flat. So, after stuffing most of things into her suitcases, she plopped herself down on the sofa for a "breather". She had changed into track shorts and a tie-dye tank top since coming back home. Whew! A new gig… she thought to herself. She was feeling pretty optimistic about it. The house, the pay, the work, the family, John. John. Her mind wandered to John Mable's laugh, his collarbones, his unbuttoned shirt. "Lena Oxton you are sloshed", she said out loud-but she smiled as she thought about it. She slumped down into the couch as her mind started to wander, thinking about reaching out, touching his chest, then to licking…

She put her arms around his waist and tugged at his unbuttoned shirt with her teeth. Lena, I'm happily married, he was saying. I love you but I can't give what you want… I know, I know, You're just too hot, let me touch you some more, I'll give ya back to Frenchie when we're done John, John, she cooed in return. She closed her eyes, indulging in her imagination. She leaned her head back, and brought her feet up onto the sofa, crossing her long slender legs together. Breathing heavily, she raised her hand to her mouth and deliberately licked her fingers several times. Then, she slowly ran her hand down the front of her body, and into her shorts. You're such a hunky one, John Mable. Come on, have some babies with me, I love you John Mable. The room was silent except for her hoarse breathing, and the soft, sensuous 'slushing' sound of her hand caressing her vagina, rhythmically pressing around and into it. There was a low hum from the rotating box fan. Inside her head, by contrast, was all afire with alcohol-charged passion, and the grand blossoming of feminine fantasy bursting forth in countless colors like the springtime. She clutched the sofa cushion with her free hand, and clenched her toes. I'm burning up John, please, give me satisfaction, go down and lick me, I'll love you forever Lena moaned. I'll never leave you Lena, I'll stay down here 'till you're happy, so happy. Lena's breathing became punctuated with soft groans, and a drop of sweat rolled down the side of her face. It's yours, John, all yours if you just treat it right, eat it more she cooed, biting her lip and running her hands along his jawline. Say my name, say Lena, Lena, and I'm yours! she cried. Lena! Her mouth fell open and she let out an "Ah!", making one last thrust with her extended arm down into her pants. "Auhh, John...Mable.." her head drooped, and her pelvis involuntarily convulsed upwards. A large dark stain grew on the front of her pants crotch, and the arm inside her pants went limp as her whole body relaxed. She whimpered slightly as she dozed off into a deep sleep, hand still down in her shorts, and her light snoring only accompanied by the slight hum of the box fan.