The Maid

Chapter 1: 'Mixed Breed'

I'm Vicky Jarvis. I'm the richest she-kat in the city though I prefer the quiet of the suburbs. Even with my net worth of $250 billion, it's lonely up at the top. I'm a pastel cream-colored American Bobtail, I'm a brown-eyed blond, and I'm a lesbian. I'd call myself buxom, a bit more around the hips and my bum than around my chest. Still, I like being me.

I come from a long family line of bankers, and I became a philanthropist once the wealth was passed on to me. I'm not the flashiest dresser, and I don't flaunt my wealth around like it's going out of style. Sometimes I wear a floral sundress, but most of the time I switch between leggings, tight jeans, and black leather pants. That is just how I roll, honey

Sure, I have a Noble M500, but give me a break. There are some rich kats out there with a lower net worth than me that drive much more expensive and flashy rides. There's one that attends the annual philanthropic summits driving a Lykan HyperSport. I swear, rich kats these days. Even in my modest modern house, I feel like I can use a little help.

I never would ponder having a maid in this big household. Now if I do say so myself, I do a pretty good job tending to my own household, but it would be nice to have some help, some company, and someone to talk to and get to know. I went to my office on the upper level of my house near one of the two guest bedrooms to do an internet search.

I saw one that peeked my interest. It was a Paris-based maid company, but they have a branch in MegaKat City. I did some looking on the website, and they seem to be popular with rich kats. They have an online roster of registered maids. Behind each name is either 'closed' in red, or 'open' in green. They won't show the picture IDs of those registered.

"Interesting," I stated

They do have phone numbers that one can call. One name struck my curiosity, "Esmeralda? That's a pretty name," I said quietly to myself, and I decided to give this she-kat a call. The phone rang, and rang until I heard an 'Allô?' on the other line. Oh, that French accent makes me purr, and puts a grin on my muzzle. By her voice, she sounds beautiful.

"Hello, I'm Vicky Jarvis, I'm calling because I'm looking to hire a maid to help out around my household," I explained, and began my conversation with her, "so let me put it this way, although I can take of my house by myself, I'd like to have someone around to help balance the workload, I mean I'm not the type that sits around all day counting money"

"Why don't I come over today, and have a look around?" suggested Esmeralda, I agreed to that and gave her my address, "ah..ç'est magnifique, so I will be at our house by two o'clock?" with that, I hung up the phone and I was excited to get some help around here. It was around noon when I called her, and I wanted to be a good hostess for my guest.

I made some orange juice spritzers for this warm, and sunny day, "Right on time," I said with a light purr to myself as I heard a car pulling up to my driveway. This job must pay quite well as I saw what appeared as a beautiful she-kat, at least twenty-five and at most thirty years old, coming out of her new Toyota GR86. Her fur is the same color as mine

"Bonjour, are you Vicky?"

"Yes I am, and you must be Esmeralda," I said giving her a handshake with just a right firmness as a business she-kat must to make a good impression. She had long, and silky looking black hair, and dark brown and monolid eyes in her appearance. She a cute pink nose, and a perfect pretty face with a tiny mole on the bottom left corner of her left eye.

Her accent is as perfectly 'thicc' as the curves in her hips, but also nice and soft and smooth. I've been around some French she-kats. Some are slim and feminine looking, and others can be 'deceptively' well-endowed. I'd say Esmeralda isn't plus-size, but has healthy curves. Nice big butt too, and she has a stubby tail like me. She must be mixed breed

"Ah-ha," Esmeralda concluded, and I soon found out that she's very smart, "I see now," she said, I slightly froze. I wondered if she had caught me checking her out? No, it was another thing, "you work yourself tired to keep this house clean by yourself, you need someone to help with the work?" she surmised, I smiled and nodded, "alright, this will do,"

"Actually I'm quite liberal when it comes to clothes, you wear what you feel is necessary," I replied, and Esmeralda smiled lightly for the first time since she arrived through the door today. I think she knows I've been checking her out. That's a start. She doesn't seem to mind. Esmeralda may speak with a French accent, but those curves are not 'French'

If I were to take a wild guess, I would say those curves are 'Spain' Spanish, and not 'Latina' or 'South American' Spanish. She has a perfect 'bounce' in her step and chest, and the perfect amount of jiggle in the rear in those jeans, "In that case, I'll come by tomorrow in what I would deem as presentable, until then, I kindly bid you farewell mon amie,"