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NO ONE'S POV

"Alright boys, I'm going to have to ask you to fill out this paperwork." Kelsey handed them each a clipboard that contained a packet of some sort.

"Wait, this is asking for my address? I don't just trust anyone with my address," Chad stated, "You could sell this to people on the black market!"

Kelsey sighed and rolled her ocean blue eyes. The boys would have found her attractive with her strawberry blonde hair but she was at least 26 and they didn't go for older woman. Each of them liked to be more dominant in their… pastimes.

"You want a maid to clean your house, don't you?"

"Well, that's why we're here aren't we?"

"Then we need your address so we can send them to the right house. We also promise not to give out any personal information." Chad mumbled some incoherent words underneath his breath and sat down in one of the waiting room chairs.

After the boys were finished with their packets they handed them back to Kelsey at the front desk.

"Perfect," she chirped, "Now for the second step, I'm going to bring you each to another room so I can ask you what you want in your maid."

"Fine," Chad said uninterested, "but we don't have all day."

"Oh, alright… First I'll start with… Mr. Moon. Alright, follow me."

KELSEY'S POV

"Since, you were the last one here. You get to go first Mr. Moon."

"See ya on the other side, boys." He playfully saluted to the others and followed behind me.

Austin is known to be the biggest playboy in their group. One month a Victoria Secret model, next month an Oscar Nomineed actress. One day this girl, one day that girl. No one had ever been with him for more than a few months. He just couldn't be tamed. I learned that first hand, too. I felt something brush up against my butt when I bent to unlock the door. His hips were touching mine ever so slightly and I could feel his gaze on my ass. I turned to look at him, tell him to lay off, but I just couldn't. I mean, it was Austin Fucking Moon, that was checking me out. So I let him, just a little longer than I finally opened the door and sat down at a small desk. Opposite of me, another chair for Mr. Moon.

"You aren't very sly, you know that right?" I shuffled some papers around and got ready for the interview. The room was small and no bigger than a cubicle.

"I wasn't trying to be." Austin smirked and looked down my shirt. "How can I be? You're ass is just fucking amazing. Can I get a second look?" He raised his eyebrow in a sexual way as if to say 'bring it on.'

I coughed uncomfortably. "We need to keep this professional. Let us start the interview."

"If you insist." That smirk still plastered on his face. "I don't go for older women anyway."

I scoffed. "Okay, well... Why would you like a maid? What kind of tasks would he or she have to do?"

"She."

"Excuse me?"

"My maid will be a she. SHE will cook breakfast, lunch and dinner. SHE will clean every room spotless of dust or dirt. SHE will not complain."

"Oh. I see." I couldn't make eye contact with him. It was awkward enough and I wanted this interview to be over... ASAP. "I'm just assuming you want her to stay-in your house? Also, how much will you pay?"

"Obviously, I want her to stay-in. God, you really are a blond. It Depends on how well she does, larger pay check for better work."

I was more than suprised by that response. Fuck Austin Moon. Real dick wad he is. "Any personality traits you would like to have in your maid?" I spoke with clenched teeth.

"As long as she works well, I couldn't care less." Austin looked at the ceiling. "Wait, I want her to be like, I dunno... 17? She has to be eye candy, too." Austin clicked his tongue and gave me a wink. What the fuck. This kid really changes his attitude in a second.

I nod in understandment, "Please send in Mr. Greyback." This atmosphere was too uncomfortable for me. I practically shoved Austin out the door to fetch the other boy.

Mr. Greyback walking in with a sincere smile across his face. He seemed to be the friendliest one out of the whole group. I pointed to an office chair opposite of mine, "You can sit right here, Mr. Greyback."

"Thank you, love. And, no need to call me Mr. Greyback, I'm definitely not like my father. Just Mason is fine." He smiled a genuine smile and I blushed. For teenagers all of the F4 are attractive but Mason's accent made him exotic. His husky tone and how he would call me 'love' made my stomach go into butterflies.

"Um..A-a-alright, Mason. First question: Why do you want a maid? Jobs they would need to do in the house?"

"Hmm," he rested his chin on his hand, "I came here today to find someone, a professional, in cleaning and cooking. I just bought a 14,000 square foot home that consists of 8 beds and 10 baths. I need someone that is a hard worker and could handle that much."

"Good…" I trailed off writing down his words. "Do you prefer day, night, or stay-in?"

"Excuse me?"

"Would you prefer if your maid only worked during the day? Or night? Or would you want them to stay in your home with you?"

"I would prefer they stay in my home. I would like to be able to access them whenever I need and hopefully this will be their only job, so I would cover for all their amenities."

"That actually goes into our next question: How much are you willing to pay?"

"With amenities covered, I would be willing to pay $1500 per week."

"Mhmm. Do you prefer male or female?"

"Female, young would be prefered. I want them to be able to handle the work."

"Understandable." I murmured.

"I feel that I need a maid and not a butler." He stated bluntly.

"Of course. How about her personality? Do you have any specifics for me?"

"Now that you say that, I would like an educated girl. Someone that I could talk to about important topics. Also a passion for art. A girl that could make me laugh! I love humorous women."

I giggled kind of nervously. "Now could you send in... Mr. Cloud for me?"

"Anything, love." He gently took my hand in his and kissed the top of my hand with tenderness. "Thank you, by the way. Pleasure doing business with such a beautiful woman."

I blushed and nodded while he walked out of the room. I didn't know I was holding my breath. I glanced around the paper and by the look of it, I think I found two maids already for the boys. In a perfect world, I found all four but I can only hope.

"Hi, Mr. Cloud," I stood up from the desk and shook his firm hand, "ready for some questions?"

"I guess." He seemed uninterested and thought the wall behind me was extremely fascinating.

"Alright, so why do you want a maid?"

"I don't clean and my cooking sucks ass."

I nodded, "I'm guessing you have a large home?"

"9 bed, 9 bath. Average. 15,000 square feet."

I mouthed 'average' in a mocking tone while he was checking on his muscles. Flexing and unflexing. Something that would go unnoticed to a regular person but his muscles were very impressive. "Male or Female?"

"Female. She has gotta be hot too. A blond babe for sure."

"Suprise, suprise." I murmured.

"What was that?"

"Nothing! Just agreeing."

"Whatever. Is that it?"

"A few more questions, how much are you willing to pay?"

"How much is Mason paying?" I answered promptly. "Well, I guess I'll do the same."

"He's also only paying this much because he is covering all amenities, his maid will be a stay-in."

"Cool? I don't give a fuck, just give me what Mason is getting too."

I nodded in submission. "Please send in Mr. Dylan Cooper."

"Finally." He spoke.

Minutes later, the young actor stepped into the room. "Mr. Dylan-Cooper, how are you?" I shuffled getting the paper work all in place.

"So far, so good."

"Glad to hear. So why would you like to hire one of our maids?"

"I guess I really don't need one but the others made me come. My house is only 10 bed and 9 bath. A movie theatre, too. You know? To watch all my movies on the big screen, in the comfort of my home."

"Right... How much would you pay? Mason and Mr. Cloud are covering all the amenities for their maids, because they are all stay-in. Plus an extra $1500 per week. Would you like that?"

"Hmmm... I guess I'll have to think about it. I'm still not keen on a stay-in... But, if the others are doing it I should too. What is Austin doing?"

"He is gonna have a stay-in, pay depending on how well she does her work and deeds."

"Alright, I'll have stay-in and... $1500 too. Austin is probably gonna go overboard and I really don't want to spend my money."

"Not like that's a problem for you..." I mumbled.

"Huh?"

"Female?"

"I guess..." Mr. Dylan-Cooper gave me a suspicious look but before he could ask again I hammered him with another question.

"So personality traits you are looking for?"

"Nice. Sweet. Hardworking. Somebody that knows something about film... Brunette."

"What is up with you boys and hair color?" I snickered under my breath.

"Sorry, you'll need to speak up."

"Nothing, I'm just talking to myself."

"Okay... Anything else?"

"One more thing."

"Shoot, doll." Mr. Dylan-Cooper stood from his chair.

"Uh... Nevermind. I mean... I should just tell all of you. I'll walk you out."

I followed the young male to the lounge area and waited until I got all the boys attention. Mason and Mr. Cloud fighting, betting on some sport game and Austin on his phone probably talking to a new slut.

I cleared my throat, " Okay, so... I already have a group of girls for you guys," I turned back around the counter and placed my papers down, " would you like to see their profiles now? Look at them and think them over?"

The boys all nodded and mumbled little things in agreement. "Alright. Just give me a minute." Then it seemed like I was being interviewed.

"How old are they?"

"Are they pretty?"

"Do they know each other?"

"How much skin does their uniform show?"

"Can I get a background history check on her?"

That last one obviously coming from Mr. Dylan-Cooper. "18, just turned actually. In my opinion, very. Yes, they were childhood friends actually. You pick what they wear. It all comes with the profile." They all let out a sigh of relief. By then, the last of the profiles were printed.

I held on to the papers just a second longer. "I hope this doesn't change anything but... You might want to look at their past jobs." I passed out each profile and they all flipped to their past jobs page.

"They were..." Mason.

"Before hand..." Chad.

"Strippers...?" Will.

I nodded gingerly, waiting for them to stomp out of here. Call me unprofessional or something bad at least. Instead they all looked at each other in suprise... Then they all smirked...

"Wait... Why are you smirking...?"

Austin shrugged and winked at me. "So... When do they start?"

Sorry for the long update! Been busy! I traveled to Vietnam and Korea for a couple weeks, and I'm busy being captain for my school's color guard. Anyway, thanks for supporting me! I hoped you like this chapter! Love you! Review me please! I love your input!