Well, well, well I kinda sorta ran into a very big amount of writers block, but no worries! I have something new AND improved!! I promise I should be somewhat good :D (Don't wanna aim too high now do I?) Anyways this idea came to me when I was untangling all my necklaces in the jewellery box and I thought to myself, kinda really frustrated actually, that I could do this as a job, but then I thought, ha, yeah like people would trust someone with a box filled wit their expensive jewellery...
Aaaannnndddd then I thought 'bout FF net, and I just had to write it before it left my head :D Alright enough of me talking, not like anyone reads these anyways.
Summary. Your friend cleans houses for the rich & shows you around.You knock over a jewellery box with heirlooms & tangle everything.Of course you take it home to fix & notice how it matches a dress you have.You wear it & run into the man who happens to own that $500,000 piece your wearing around your neck.What do you do?Hide it in your bra & hope to God no one thinks about looking there.It all becomes A Complete Mess.
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Dust, sweep, mop, wipe, clean, fold, scrub and pick. All equally boring things to be doing especially when your not being paid to do it.
Sakura leaned against the mop she had in her hand and watched her friend Tomoyo, stand on a step-stool and wipe down an enourmous mantle from a large fireplace that could fit four large men side by side, comfortably. She wasn't supposed to be here actually, this wasn't her job, it was Tomoyo's. Cleaning and scrubbing for the privileged of society. Tomoyo said it was a great job and cleaners ( a.k.a basically maids/slaves in Sakura's opinion) should feel good about themselves to be trusted into these homes. But, Sakura really couldn't see what there was to feel good about when you stuck your hand into someone else's toilet everyday.
But yes, lets get back to the fact that Sakura was not supposed to be here. Sakura worked full time as a waitress in one of the down town's bar/resturaunts. It wasn't the greatest but since she wanted to go back another year to college she needed to get the money somewhere. And the tips aren't something to complain about either. Anyway, Tomoyo said that she just had to come see this place and she went on about it being huge and some big shot movie star or prime minister lived there, or something like that. Tomoyo hadn't met him but with the butler instead when she applied since the owner didn't want to be bothered with such unimportant, time consuming things. She had to admit though, when they drove up to the front gate Sakura's mouth dropped, this place was wow.
The stone Tomoyo said, was imported from Spain and some of the statues outside were carved in Italy and bought at an auction.When you walked in the floors were real marble and the ceilings had to be twenty feet high, there was a grand staricase that winded up and original paintings from some artist that you couldn't pronounce the name of. The tables and ten foot high mirror frames were all hand carved and antiques, Tomoyo began to sound a lot like a tour guide and less like a maid. Sakura had to admit, she was impressed. Of course she should be since this place was probably larger and worth more than her antire apartment building, hell, her elevator didn't work.
She continued to watch Tomoyo work and she pulled back large curtains that hid fifteen foot high windows which overlooked lush, beautiful, gardens. Asshole. The guy who owned this place probably took everything for granted and didn't appreciate anything, meanwhile people like her had to pay just to walk around in a place that looked like his backyard. Did she sound bitter?
"Tomoyo," she interuttped the silence and had said girl turn around and face her. "How did you manage to get me in here. Isn't there like, security in this place?"
Tomoyo grinned as she walked over and grabbed the tray brimming with cleaning supplies. "Nope. Well, there is, but we're friends and I told him how boring it was here when your by yourself so I told him I was bringing you along." Sakura frowned.
"And he bought it?"
" I told him you were going to help. Besides he such a sweet man." Sakura tightend her ponytail and looked at their uniform.
"And about these clothes. Don't maids wear that black and white lace outfit thats really short and high heels?" Whats she was currently wearing was an oversized, shapless, stiff t-shirt that said Maids At Work and a dorky cartoon maid with a feather duster that doubled as a wand. Oh and who could forget the pants, box like and seafoam green. Truly nauseating.
"Sakura this isn't a porno, and we're not in France to begin with."
"True." she smiled following Tomoyo out of the room dragging the bucket filled with water.
After finishing the lower level which took in Sakura's opinion, way too long, Tomoyo thought of a great idea. Go swimming in the guys pool that almost the size of a football field. Okay, not really that big, but it was still pretty huge. Downside to Tomoyo's plan; they didn't bring their bathing suits.
"Thats why we swim in our underwear, put them in the dryer while we go commando in our uniforms. By the time we're done the upper level it'll be dry." well she couldn't argue with that logic and Tomoyo was already taking her pants off.
"What if someone catches us?" she asked as she hesitantly pulled off her own pants and looked nervously around.
"No one's here. All the regular maids, cooks, butler get time off whenever the owners not around, thats why he hires outside help. Ben's up in the control room, sleeping most likely and will only wake up when someone buzzes the front gate." she straightened up in her bra and matching undies and chuckled at Sakura. "Ready to cannonball?"
"Tomoyo I'm really considering working with you here." Sakura said out loud from her floating, blow-up bed.
"Didn't you say something about never sticking your hand in someone else's toilet?" she was on her own floater, catching sun and getting tanned.
"Why are you living in the past Tomoyo?" That caused Tomoyo laughed out loud.
They had spent nearly an hour swimming and floating when they decided it was time to go and clean the rest of the house. They were dry from tanning so they put their clothes on and put their underwear in the dryer.They were done and had only one room left and it was the owners bedroom. If Sakura wanted to marry the old fogey for his house, she definatly wanted to marry him for his bedrrom. There was a huge four poster, king sized bed, with real silk sheets, another huge ass fireplace facing the bed, a large balconey, his closet was bigger than her bedroom at home and filled with Armani suits, shelves filled with Rolex's, Gucci sunglasses, and when you pressed a certain button on the wall, everything opened and moved by itself.
She was beginning to think this guy was compensating for something..
Sakura had flopped onto the bed and cuddled with the pillow inhaling the scent. This guy smelled good, and he could dress, and he had an amazing house a guy like this should have hundreds of girls all over him, no matter if he was twenty or eighty. Looking around the room, and thinking back at the house, she didn't find a single picture of any girls, or questionable undergarments, not that she'd been snooping or anything. She continued to snuggle more into the bed when Tomoyo called her over. Going to the large dresser where Tomoyo was holding a large, wooden box that had been smoothed and shined.
"Whats with the box?" she questioned and Tomoyo gave a cheshire grin.
"This is something I happened to stumble upon when I was obviously cleaning up here." she said in what she thought was a dramatic tone but Sakura was getting impaitient.
"That doesn't answer my question Tomoyo." she said flatly while Tomoyo frowned and rolled her eyes.
"You just killed the moment!"
"There was no moment!"
"I was building up to it!"
"Are you gunna show me whats in the damn box or what?" that caused Tomoyo to close her mouth she she had opened to retort and open the box.
Now that was a moment she would never forget until the day she died.
"Oh my God." was all she managed to say.
"Mhmm." Tomoyo nodded clearly satisfied that she managed to awe her friend yet again.
"Oh my God." she said again looking over the jewels that lay in the box.
Tomoyo nodded her head again, still smiling.
"Oh.My.God."
"Alright you said that enough times already." Sakura smacked Tomoyo's shoulder.
"What is all this stuff?" she said as she traced a finger over the uniquely coloured stoned and intricately designed necklaces and bracelets. Tomoyo sighed as she handed the box to Sakura.
"Family heirlooms. I asked Ben about it and he told me. It's the owners great-great-great-great-great-great, hold on, how many times did I say great?" she frowned and began counting off her fingers but gave up. "Five generations back or something. It was his grandmothers. His family was always well off."
"Wow, here hold this I wanna try," but as she handed it over to Tomoyo she hit the large wardrobe causing the box to fly from her hands and spilling everything onto the floor.
"Oh my God!" Tomoyo screeched as she flew onto her hands and knees crawling around hurriedly and picking up the pieces.
"I'm sorry!I'm sorry!I'm sorry!I'm sorry!" Sakura said as she too fell onto her knees and began scooping the jewels up and stuffing them back into the box.
Tomoyo followed suit and dumped everything in as well."Hurry Kura we gotta be out of here in five minutes!"
"I'm trying!" once everything was retrieved Sakura tried closing the box but it wouldn't shut since everything was just thrown in and not in its proper place. "It's not shutting!"
"What do you mean it's not shutting!"
"What I mean is that it's not shutting!"
"How can it not shut!" Tomoyo said frantically sliding over to her and nearly knocking her over in the process.
"I don't know Tomoyo!"
"Ok, we can't panic. We'll shut press evrything in." she stood up and began pacing the room.
"Oh yeah, that'll be great. So when he opens it everythings gunna be all, retarded, and he's not gunna notice!"
"Then we'll take it home and fix it and then bring it back." silence met both womens ears.
"Are you medicated?" Sakura asked. "That has to be the stupidest idea I've ever heard."
"What choice do we have?"
Thats how Sakura found herself practically jogging down the stairs with the jewellery box in one of Tomoyo's large cleaning purses.
"If we go to jail, I will make sure I have the same cell as you and make your life hell." Tomoyo didn't even give a smart ass retort back she was that nervous.
"Hurry before Ben comes around."
"What's Ben goi-,"
"Heading off ladies?" came an older mans voice by the front door. Tomoyo and Sakura stopped in their tracks, glancing at one another they both knew that they were royally screwed.
"Uh yeah." Tomoyo said with just the slightest tremor in her voice, but once she cleared her voice it was gone."Off to do more houses. You know, the usual."
"Alrighty then little ladies, now you know standard procedure, I need to check your bags."
"Aw, but we always do this and I really need to get going." but he already reached for the bags and both girls held their breath. He missed the bag since they all looked the same but noticed when they began leaving. " I don't think I checked that one." he said reaching for the bag
"No you did." Tomoyo said smiling widely and trying to turn the handle on the door but Ben had grabbed the bag.
His smiled dropped as he looked at both of them shock clear on his face."Whats this Tomyo."
"It's not what it looks like." and then she realized how overdone that line was."We dropped it upstairs and then it wont close cause evrythings messed up. We were going to take it home to fix. Please believe me Ben. I haven't given you any reason not to trust me. I'll bring it back before he gets back I promise."
"This could cost me my job."
"I know, I know. But we'll be in so much more trouble if we just leave it be. Please." Ben began pinching the bridge of his nose and runing a hand through his balding hair.
"Before he gets back then. If not I'll be forced to tell him and the police." Tomoyo ran and hugged him, clearly relieved with the whole situation.
"Thanks a bunch Ben."
"Don't dissapoint me Tomoyo." she smiled warmly before linking arms with Sakura and heading out the door to the car.
Driving on the streets of the severly less rich Sakura thought over the days events. She was driving home with probably millions of dollars on her lap and coldn't believe it. She kept glancing ovre her shoulders and out the windows to see if they were being followed. Of course thy weren't because only three people knew of this. The only good that came out of today was she got a bit of a tan...and thats when she realized they left their underwear back at the mansion.
"Dammit!"
hate it, love it, does it need fixing, more of something, less of another, I have no idea so please give a reivew!