Kyoko and Junko were sitting on the sofa as they both rub their respective eight-month pregnancies stomachs.

The two women were due in a month due, and they both couldn't wait to become mothers for the first time. Both were 21 years old, both turning 22 later on that year.

Makoto meanwhile his metal state was rubbish, his job at the business firm was doing poorly, and there was a slight chance he would be let go. This was the last thing he wanted as he would become a father to two babies in a month.

Kyoko and Junko did their best to calm their husband nerves, but they both knew Makoto was putting unwanted pressure on his shoulders.

"I better get up and do some housework," Kyoko said. "I can't leave Makoto to do everything."

"Sweetheart will throw a fit if you did any housework," Junko said.

"I know, but I feel rubbish that he is doing everything for us. Shopping, cleaning the house and other stuff. He won't let us do anything."

"Sweetheart is overprotective, and I'm not sure how I feel about that honestly." Junko sighed.

"It's the stress of his job that is getting to him," Kyoko said. "I will need to phone my father and ask him if any jobs are going."

"Will be it as easy that?" Junko replied.

"Yes, my father thinks highly of Makoto, if I tell my father the problem, hopefully, he might have a job open for Makoto. Hopefully is the keyword."

"Yeah well, that doesn't solve the home problem," Junko said. "If only we had someone who can do the housework for us."

"Are you thinking of a maid?"

Junko's eyes lit up. "Babe yes! A maid that's a great call."

"I don't want a maid, I don't want another person in our house while we are pregnant," Kyoko replied bluntly.

"Oh geez, Babe come on. We only need a maid for two months at most, until we get rid of these bumps. Think of Sweetheart's mental state if he knew someone was in here cleaning the place up and leaving nothing for him to do."

"Hmm," Kyoko replied. "If it's only for two months, then we can talk to Makoto about it."

"Cheers Babe, trust me, this will be the best decision we will ever make."

"Oh?" Kyoko said, raising an eyebrow. "What about the decision about us becoming lesbian lovers for two minutes before Makoto made it a poly?"

"Well…ok it will be our second best decision ever made then."

Hours later

Makoto finally got a chance to sit down after cleaning up the house and making dinner for everyone. The family of three were in the dining room as they were eating their dinner.

"Sweetheart," Junko said.

"Yes?" Makoto said, looking at his wife.

"Babe and I were talking a few things today, and one of them was considering hiring a maid? What do you think about this?"

"A maid? Can we afford this?" Makoto asked.

"Of course, we can!" Junko replied. "I mean we are doing well right now in terms of wealth. The three of us outweigh the mortgage for this house, and with the kids coming soon, we will be fine. It will be only for two months until Babe, and I can get rid of these bumps."

"Kyoko, what is your thought on this?" Makoto asked.

"I turned it down at first, but Junko did say a maid would provide useful to you. You can come home to clean house and put your feet up straight away."

Makoto sighed. "Alright, but I want to be part of the process, so make sure we interview people after I come home, ok?"

"Cool! I will post an ad tonight," Junko said.

"Put my number down on the ad," Makoto said.

"Junko put mine down," Kyoko said, ignoring Makoto. "I will handle phone calls. Makoto, you will be at work if anybody tries to phone you. So might miss them if you are talking to your manager or if you're in a meeting."

"Fine," Makoto sighed. "But if we do get a person phoning about the job. Phone me before inviting them to the house."

Next day

Kyoko was in the kitchen, making a sandwich for herself and Junko. She grabbed the two plates, left the kitchen, and headed into the living room while Junko watched the telly.

"I hope having this baby doesn't make my ass too big," Junko said. "It will be a nightmare if any of my dresses don't fit me once I lose my bump."

"Who knows Makoto may like us having a bigger ass," Kyoko said as she sat down and handing one of the plates to Junko.

"I doubt that Babe, I think he is happy the way we are. Plus, my boobs are big enough, I don't need a big ass as well."

"You will be fine. I think you have more a womanly figure that I do. It's me that will have a bigger ass."

"Hey, I won't be complaining," Junko giggled. "It will make grabbing your ass an easier time."

Kyoko's phone began to ring, she leaned over and picked it up from the coffee table and saw it was a random number.

"Hmm, random number," Kyoko said.

"Babe it might be someone applying for that job," Junko said.

Kyoko answered the call. "Hello?"

"Hello, my name is Kirumi Tojo, and I'm calling about the maid's job that I saw online."

"Ah yes," Kyoko replied, putting her plate on the sofa and reaching out to the coffee table once more to grab her notebook and pen. "Sorry, what was your name again?"

"Kirumi Togo."

"Ok," Kyoko said, writing down Kirumi name. "Have you worked as a maid before?"

"I have, but not full time. I know how to clean, wash, iron and many things."

"Are you currently employed by anyone right now?"

"No, my services aren't required right now. I'm currently out of work right now."

"I see, would you take a temporary job for two months, roughly?"

"Yes, that sounds good, what will the hours be?"

"It will be from 9-5 Monday to Friday."

"No weekends?" Kirumi said, surprised.

"Correct, my husband doesn't work at the weekend so he can clean the house for those two days, so are you still interested?"

"Yes."

"Great, I will phone my husband to let him know, and I will phone you back and give you my address then we can have a face to face interview is that ok with you?"

"Yes, of course."

Hours later

The trio was sitting in the living room waiting for Kirumi to arrive.

Makoto was watching both of his wives fondly as they sat on the sofa watching the television. 'I can't believe I'm going to become a dad in a month from now. I hope I'm a father that my children can be proud of,' he thought to himself.

Makoto closed his eyes. He knew there was a chance he would be out of a job by the time his children's birth. What sort of husband and father would he be if he didn't have a job to provide for his family.

The whole situation has left him to feel rotten like he wasn't good enough despite Kyoko and Junko's calming words.

There was a knock on the door. Makoto stood up and walked into the hall and answered the door he saw a woman with sandy blonde hair with a green tint and long bangs that obscure her left eye. She was wearing a black skirt and a white shirt.

"Hello," Makoto said. "You must be Kirumi Tojo?"

"Yes, I am," Kirumi replied.

"Ah good please come in," Makoto said. He let Kirumi walk into the house as he closed the door behind her. "Please follow me."

Kirumi followed Makoto in the living room.

"Guys, Kirumi Tojo is here," Makoto said. "Tojo, you can sit in the armchair, and we will begin to discuss a few things."

Kyoko and Junko turned their heads to see Kirumi walking over to the armchair and sitting down.

"Geez," Junko said, shocked. "You're young!"

Kirumi's right eye widened as she realised who had just spoken to her. "Junko Enshoima?" She said, shocked.

"Yip the one and only," Junko smiled

"It's an honour to meet you!" Kirumi said, bowing her head. "You're a great model."

"Thanks, I guess," Junko said embarrassed. "You can stick your head up by the way." Kirumi put her head back up.

"Thank you, now then," Junko continued. "As you can see, my wife and I are close to giving birth, and housework has become a bit of a challenge, and our husband doesn't want us to lift a finger."

"Out of your health and safety," Makoto said as he sat on the armrest of the sofa. "What happens if you or Kyoko are bending over and lose your balance. The belly might be the first thing that hits the floor, and it could damage the baby, and I will not allow it."

"As you can see," Junko said, looking at Kirumi while pointing at Makoto. "Our husband can be overprotective."

"Am I free to speak?" Kirumi asked.

"Yeah," Junko smiled.

"Mr Naegi has every right to be concerned. He is this close to becoming a father. I think the last thing he needs is bad news."

"See!" Makoto said quickly. "Tojo agrees with me!"

Kyoko rolled her eyes. "Makoto nothing terrible will happen to us. Junko and I are taking great care of ourselves. We both feel rubbish that you are not allowing us to do anything."

"Yeah, because I will do it," Makoto replied.

"But you are working a 40-hour week job, the last thing Junko and I want is for you to come home and do all the housework. When one of us can do it during the day so you can come home and put your feet up."

Kirumi could feel that the trio has been bricking about these issues for a few weeks at least. Now she knew why they wanted a maid. To protect Kyoko and Junko and to ease the stress on Makoto.

"I will take the job," Kirumi said, cutting the tension in half.

Junko looked at Kirumi with shock. "We have spoken about anything yet."

"Yes, but it clear by sitting here, I am the answer to your problem, all I ask is a one day trial to prove my worth?"

"But we haven't spoken about the pay yet?" Makoto said.

"Judge me on my perform then you three can decide."

Makoto, Kyoko and Junko looked at each other, and they all give each other nods.

"Fine then," Kyoko said. "Can you start your trial period tomorrow? 9-5?"

"Yes can do," Kirumi nodded. "Is there rules that I must follow, any rooms I'm not allowed to enter?"

"Any rules?" Kyoko said, surprised. "I can't think of any."

"I can think of one," Junko said with a small smirk. "You can't steal our man."

"Rest assured, I won't be stealing your man, I love being a maid more than seeking a relationship," Kirumi replied bluntly.

The smirk fell of Junko's face. "Tojo that was meant to be a joke. I wasn't expecting a real reply."

"Oh sorry, I'm far too serious for my own good, a few of my friends have told me off for this. There is one thing I think the three of you should take note of."

"Which is?" Kyoko replied.

"Whoever I work for, I will always go by the title of mistress or master."

"Master?" Makoto said stunned.

"Yes, so you are Master Naegi to me."

"I don't know how I feel about that," Makoto said embarrassed.

"Oh come on, Sweetheart," Junko said grinning. "Just think of Babe and me on the floor on our knees calling you master."

Kyoko quickly gives Junko an elbow to the arm. "Not in front of the maid."

Junko's face grew bright red.

"Right then, I think that is all," Makoto said clearly embarrassed thanks to Junko. "I will be gone by the time you arrive tomorrow, Tojo."

"That's fine," Kirumi replied.

Next day

Kirumi arrived at the Naegi household for 10 minutes to nine.

"Good morning Mistress," Kirumi said to Junko, who was wearing her sleeping gear.

"Morning," Junko yawned. "Tojo, I know you said about the mistress and master thing, but you can call us by our last names." She noticed that Kirumi was carrying a plastic bag.

"It would be rude of me, a maid to call you by your second names," Kirumi said. "I will need your bathroom so I can change into my work clothes."

"Umm sure," Junko said, taken back how serious Kirumi was being. She led the maid upstairs and pointed towards the bathroom. "There it is."

"Thank you," Kirumi nodded. "Can you stay here please, once I'm dressed you can show me where I can begin my duties."

"Ok."

Kirumi walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Junko waited for two minutes, then the door opened, and her mouth dropped like a rock when she saw Kirumi walk out dressed like a proper maid still carrying the bag.

Kyoko walked out of her bedroom, and she froze when she saw the sight before her.

"Tojo," Junko said stunned. "I didn't expect this?"

"A maid outfit?" Kirumi replied. "Like I said last night, I love being a maid and I take my job very seriously." Kirumi turned her head to Kyoko and nodded her head. "Morning Mistress."

"Morning…" Kyoko said slowly.

"Now we do I begin?" Kirumi asked.

"Err, let's head down to the kitchen," Junko said.

"Very well."

Junko and Kirumi walked downstairs while Kyoko stood there and began to think about how Makoto would react if he walked home to a woman in a maid dress.

A few hours later

Kyoko and Junko were both left stunned by how clean their house was. Kirumi had cleaned every bit of the house. That wasn't to say that Kyoko and Junko didn't take care of their house. But Kirumi was on a whole new level.

Kyoko and Junko were in the kitchen making lunch.

"Hey, Tojo!" Junko shouted.

"Yes?" Kirumi shouted back as she poked her head into the kitchen.

"Do you want some lunch?"

"No, it's okay, I'm not hungry."

"Are you sure?" Junko replied. "You've been non-stop since you started. You must be hungry."

"I'm fine Mistress," Kirumi said. "I was planning to nip to the shop down the road and grab a few things. I forgot to make lunch while getting ready this morning. It would be rude of a maid to eat stuff that belongs to their employer."

"Hmm," Junko said. "What happens if I give you a command?"

"I-I would have no choice to obey it," Kirumi replied.

"Good," Junko smiled. "Kirumi Tojo, I order you to take your break when you see fit, and you can make your lunch with our food. I will not allow you to yourself into the ground without a proper lunch."

"Understood!" Kirumi said firmly.

"Good, you may go back to work."

Kirumi went back to her work while Kyoko looked at Junko with lust.

"That was hot," Kyoko whispered. "Once we have our children, I want you to order me around like that."

Junko giggled. "Don't you worry Babe once we are back to normal, you and Sweetheart will be in for a world of fun in our bedroom that is a promise."

Hours later

It was half five in the evening, Kirumi was asked to stay behind to learn her fate.

Makoto arrived back home, and he was in the living room. He was being told that Kirumi performance from Kyoko and Junko, and he was left impressed.

"Sweetheart, Tojo was amazing. I have never seen both bathrooms so clean before, and even the taps are so shiny," Junko said.

"That isn't hard you like shiny things," Makoto joked.

"Very funny," Junko replied unimpressed.

"I must admit," Kyoko said. "Tojo has impressed me. She has worked all day and never slipped her standards once. She has my vote."

"Yeah me too," Junko said. "But I must add, Tojo can be very serious and work focus. I think she needs to loosen up a tad."

"My apologies," Kirumi said, bowing her head. "As a maid, I set myself high standards. I'm here to serve and clean."

"Yeah, I know, but you can be more human. I wouldn't mind talking to you and that."

"Oh, a maid isn't built for social interaction!"

"Well I'm going to be paying your wages, so I want you to be more human ok?"

"I'll try," Kirumi said somewhat nervously.

"Good! Sweetheart, what about you?"

"If you two are happy then I'm happy, congrats Tojo on your new job for the next two months."

"Thank you!" Kirumi replied, bowing her head again. "Now if you will excuse me, I need to go home and iron my maid outfit."

"Maid outfit?" Makoto said, surprised.

"Yeah Sweetheart, Tojo was dressed in a maid outfit," Junko replied. "You would be sweating if you saw her."

"Yeah sure," Makoto rolled his eyes. "Tojo, I need to apologise for my wife's behaviour she can be a trouble maker."

"No apology needed," Kirumi needed. "I will admit it is a downside to wearing a maid outfit. I have unwanted male eyes on me. Anyway, I better go. So when do I start and will the payment be?"

"Monday," Kyoko said. "Regarding the pay, since we haven't spoken about that yet. You will be getting 2000 yen an hour. I hope that is ok?"

"Perfect," Kirumi said as she stood up happy with the wage. "Well, thank you for the job, and I will see you next week."

"No worries," Junko smiled. "You are one hell of a maid by the way."

"I thrive on being the best I can be," Kirumi nodded.

Makoto stood up. "I will let you out."

Kirumi and Makoto left the living room. Thirty seconds later, Makoto walked back in and walked over to the armchair and sat down.

"One person was made redundant at work today," Makoto sighed. "I don't know how many more people will be let go. I hope it isn't me."

"Makoto, whatever happens, you don't need to worry," Kyoko said calmly. "We have the money to support the babies. Besides, you're too much of a hard worker; there is no way you will be made redundant."

"I hope your correct Kyoko," Makoto said, shaking his head. "I will be doing 10 hours a day from now on. So it will be 8-6 from now. I need to cover extra work since we have begun to lose people. So it will bring in extra money." Makoto stood up. "I'm heading for a shower."

Makoto left the room.

"Babe he is getting worse," Junko said concerned.

"I know," Kyoko sighed.

Junko managed to get herself up. "You want a cuppa?"

"No, thanks."

"Cool," Junko replied as she headed to the kitchen.

Kyoko folded her arms. "Think Kyoko think! How can I help Makoto out?" Then she froze. "My father, of course! I forgot to phone him to ask him if any jobs were going at the school."

Kyoko picked up the phone and called her father.


Thank you for reading.

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