Pleasuring The Maid

**Ava's POV***

It wasn't till the wee hours that my eyes began to droop. I was physically tired, feet had this irritable tinkling accompanied by a slight burning sensation. Every attempt to stretch my muscles and limps got countered by the slight pain that arose.

My mind and my body refused to coordinate, each one of them working on its own. Yes my body needed rest, but my mind kept on moving, forcing thoughts and memories to run in cycles.

I had tried all the tips doctors wrote about getting a good night sleep. I avoided caffeine before going to bed. I'd also tried listening to music, hoping that my brain system would slow down and finally let my eyes droop. But no, every little thing had left me even more awake.

The day had been a busy one, all the cleaning I had done during the day was catching up with me. I cleaned everything that was in that house, the kitchen was stainless, the bedrooms were well dusted and left smelling like detergent and cleaning chemicals, the toilets and bathrooms were well scrubbed and left spotless. Their clothes were well washed, ironed and neatly arranged in their walk in closets, even their shoes were shining. Each pair was perfectly arranged on the rack.

I mean it's pretty obvious that after a tiresome day one should sleep like a damn log, but no I had to keep on tossing and turning on my queen sized bed. I willed my eyes to close even for a minute but nothing of that sort happened.

Luckily I didn't attend school so I had nothing to worry about; you know homework and other annoying school stuff. That didn't mean that I didn't yearn to attend college, actually I wanted to in my heart. But like the saying goes, everything doesn't always work out.

It had been like this for a while now, working my ass off every Saturday at the Romans'. The death of my mother had forced me to take the only available job at the time.

House keeping

Luckily Reynard and Renata were kind enough to offer me a house keeping job at their mansion. I did general cleaning on Saturdays, but during the week I'd still go to eith6er cook, or water the flowers and take care of their beautiful garden.

I had gone knocking at their place after my mum passed on. Reynard, Mr. Romans had approached me after my mums' funeral. He had said his condolences, and then he had introduced himself to me.

He told me that he knew that my situation wasn't easy to say the least. He said that they were looking for a house help and that I would be of great help to them. I didn't even think twice, I accepted the deal straight on. It was better than nothing plus I needed to at least feed and clothe myself while at it.

Now, I was in my small house that was given to me by my uncle, the only relative that gave a damn about my existence. I couldn't afford to pay rent for the two bedroom house that we used to live in with my mum. So when Uncle Rob gave me the keys to that old tiny house, I gladly took them.

My grandparents weren't as loving, my cousins hated my sorry ass and well, my only aunt was busy travelling the world to not remember that her only sisters' child was orphaned and all alone. Except for the pictures she sent daily showing off her perfect body or showing her newest conquest, she never really cared. As much has her presence or lack thereof bothered me, I couldn't hate her.

The Romans were a happy family, with two children, both handsome men that were already in college, Ray was the oldest at 22 and Bryson was turning 20 in a few months.

The problem with those handsome devils is that they were mean, rude and arrogant. They always teased me, taunted me and called me names with every chance they got.

They made my life a living hell ever since I stepped feet in that mansion. I tried my very best to avoid them but somehow someway, we usually ended up bumping into each other. Every time that happened, I would leave crying or trying to force back tears.

Ray was somehow the better one; he was kind of calm and cooler than his younger brother. He would always make the insults less hurting. In fact many a times he would distract his brother just to give me time to slip unnoticed.

Their parents were hardly around, business trips all over the continents. That though didn't stop them from spending time with their sons with every chance they got.

They were a caring couple, so much so, that they had asked me to tell them if their sons ever made me uncomfortable. Of course I wouldn't do that, but it made feel good that someone actually cared.

Earlier that day, while I was doing the utensils back at their place, they had walked in and started insulting me.

***Flash Back****

"Pathetic", Ray hissed. "You are just a useless good for nothing beggar" Bryon supplied.

'Did you wipe off the countertops thoroughly?' Bryson asked, moving closer to where I stood by the sink.

I could only nod, not trusting my voice at that moment.

'Use your words maid. 'The word maid was dragged, spitting it out with disgust.

'Yes. '

'Good.' Ray answered, watching as his brother strode towards the refrigerator, an evil smirk etching its way on his handsome yet evil face.

He then retrieved mango juice in a glass and a bottle of cooking oil from one of the kitchen oak cabinets. I watched as he poured some oil in the mango juice. I didn't know what he was up to until he poured the entire mixture on the kitchen countertop, letting it drip slowly on the ceramic tiled floor.

His eyes then met mine, the evil smirk still evident.

'Have fun cleaning that. 'And with that he turned and left, his brother following him but not before he called me a beggar again.

I stood there silently, biting my tongue enough to stop myself from speaking. I didn't want to cause more problems. My mum had always said to me that in such situations silence was the best.

You would think that after many insults and name calling that I would get used to them. But no, it always affected me.

The word beggar had hurt me. I never asked for anything, I worked for everything I owned. So when Bryson called me a beggar, it really got to me.

The word affected me than the act of him pouring the mixture just to have me clean again.

***End of Flashback****

So here I was, still thinking about it, wishing that I'd been born in a wealthy family. I wished that my mum had left insurance for me, then I would be in college, with enough money to sustain me.

Had my mum been alive, then I wouldn't be forced to housekeep. Meaning I wouldn't have to deal with the egoistic brothers.

I really couldn't join college, they were little to no scholarships around and my house keeping job couldn't pay for fees and school supplies.

As much as the boys enjoyed drawing tears from me, I was jealous of them. Envious of the life their parents had given them, in need of the love they shared as a family. Something that had been ripped from me, leaving me utterly alone in this world.

Would things have been different if my father was in the picture? Did he know that my mum was already dead wherever he was? Did he even know that I was all alone and miserable? Would he give a damn about me if he knew of my situation?

I couldn't answer any of those questions. One, because I had never seen my dad and two, because my mum never talked about She wouldn't even let me ask her questions about him. She hated him and I respected that. After all, she did raise me on her own.

Bottom line is, the small amount of money I was saving would someday be enough to start me off on college. I didn't care how long that would be. One day I would stand up to Bry and Ray, one day my life would be better. I thought to myself, and with that I closed my eyes and prayed to God to protect me

Tomorrow would be better, it was my day off. Oh how I loved Sundays.

The day I didn't have to deal with those heartless brothers, oh thank the heavens.

****Ava's Pov***

It was supposed to be a good Sunday for me, but no, Ray and his brother had to ruin it for me. Goddess I was so mad that I could kill someone, and bury their corpse with no remorse.

One pathetic call, one goddamned annoying phone call from Bryson was all it took to dampen my mood completely. I thought I was going to enjoy my Sunday alone, watching movies and obviously sleeping in the afternoon, seems I was in for a shocker.

Bryson had called me, demanding my presence at the mansion, he refused to tell me why he needed me there.

His parents were out of the country, so I didn't get why he would bother me during my day off. They were always going for business trips. Even when they were around, they'd spent most of their time working.

So mostly it was just their two boys and well me. Before they left, they had asked me to move into their place, they weren't happy with the fact that I commuting to and fro on a daily basis.

Even when I tried to assure them that I was okay, they still insisted I move in. I still hadn't moved, but I would have to, before they came back. It's the least I could do for their kindness.

Yes Bryson's call pissed me to no end bit it's not that I could do anything about it, I was being paid, to tend to them. So I sucked it up, woke up and angrily left my house.

Now I was walking furiously to the bus stop, muttering all kind of curses to those devils even though they couldn't hear me. "Aaargh" I pulled my messy hair regretting instantly because of the pain I felt.

I didn't get time to comb my hair or even make myself a nice cup of coffee with sweet pancakes. I know I looked hideous, with hair stuck all over the place, red eyes, but I just wanted to go see why I was being summoned and go back to my place.

I had managed to put on baggy sweats and a big black tee-shirt, well I always wore baggy things. Every trouser and tee shirt I owned was baggy, I liked them that way.

It wasn't long before I boarded the bus, but the creepy looks I was getting from other passengers made me want to alight and just walk.

Their disgusting looks nearly forced me to crawl under the seats. I managed to survive the nasty stares and in less than 20 minutes I was standing at the front porch ringing the door bell.

Thud! a few curses and then boom! the door was opened and oh Goddess! the man standing before me was shirtless.

Ray seriously had a nice body, his chest was glistening with sweat, seems he had been working out. Should have been disgusted but damn! His shoulders were broad, with veinous arms ,the upper arms were packed with muscles. The protruding guns were literally calling on to me to feel them beneath my small fingers.

He had a well defined six pack, one that would make any woman to salivate. His basket ball shorts hanging dangerously low, giving a sneak peak of the nice trail that went downwards between his muscular thighs.

Goddess! mouth watering, I thought. It was definitely a sight to see.

I didn't realize I was staring until Rays' obnoxious laugh snapped me back to reality. I didn't miss the tingle between my legs, but I didn't dwell on it, odd I thought.

'Bry man, come down see for yourself' he shouted between laughs. Bryson skipped two stairs at a time and when he saw me, he laughed so hard that he had to sit down at the bottom of the staircase.

'Oh my god Ava! you look like a princess' Bryson sassed ,still laughing.

'She looks like she didn't sleep at all the whole night, I mean look at her, looks like she got it real good ha ha, her face is displaying it all!' Bryson continued.

I was on the verge of breaking down, for goodness sake, why would they say such vile things. They were just pushing my buttons, but I wouldn't cry in front of the two.

No, I couldn't give them the satisfaction. After all it had always been like this, the insults and hurtful remarks were thrown my way with every chance they got. I should have been used to them by now but every single insult still got to me.

Gathering enough courage, I faced Bryson 'Why do you need me here?' I questioned.

'Oh now the scam can talk Ray.' Bryson rolled his eyes.

'but anyway, where is my white Calvin Klein briefs, I can't find them anywhere and you know they're my favorite, where did you put them? You were the only one in my bedroom yesterday and I can swear those briefs were on top of the dresser before I left, and I couldn't find them this morning. So I'm not going to repeat myself, where the fuck are they? Or did you take them to your useless boyfriend?'

He was mocking, taunting me with his insults.

I couldn't believe my ears, this douche disturbed my beauty sleep, made me miss my cup of black coffee, forced me to endure all the creepy looks I got in the bus. He even made fun of me with his big douche of a brother and for what? to ask about his stupid boxer briefs?

Now I was fuming, I totally lost it, gone was the timid and stupid girl, the one who wouldn't stand up for herself. In her place, a more outstanding one stood. One that would give Bryson her piece of mind.

'Listen here , first, I do not touch your boxer briefs, wouldn't want to get infected with a bunch of STIs, secondly, you just ruined my day for stupid briefs that you probably wore yesterday night to one of your girls. After doing goddess knows what, left it there, you are one spoilt useless college boy Bryson! I'm not your boxers keeper.'

The silence that followed after my outburst was really threatening. I knew I was totally screwed when I looked at Bryson.

He was raging, the eyes said it all, his fists were clenched and the tip of his nose was turning red. His overall demeanor changed.

Then he took a step towards me, and that's when I noticed I was trembling out of fear, for sure he was going to hit me.

'I'm so sorry Bryson.'I whimpered. The sudden realisation of what I'd done became real. But he was having none of that, he was advancing towards me slowly, with calculated steps like a predator, finally he was in front of me.

And then I felt it, a sting on my left chick, the power of his hand connecting with my cheek was deafening . I could taste the metallic liquid on my lips. Nothing could stop me from crying then, the pain was just too much.

Lifting my thumb to wipe the blood off, I noticed that I was nose bleeding too. damn it! I lifted my tee shirt and pressed it on my nose to stop the bleeding.

'Goddamn it Ava, cover yourself up and follow me to my room, you have to clean that up.' Ray addressed me.

I didn't want to be anywhere near Bryson, I couldn't even look at him without cowering. Deciding that being with Ray was much better than being there, I took on his offer.

Ray made me sit on his bed while he was cleaning me up with antiseptic. I didn't understand why he was being nice to me, I thought he'd be laughing at me after that slap but instead he was here, tending to me.

By now the nose bleeding had stopped, though my cheek was still throbbing. As if reading my mind, Ray picked some painkillers on top of his dresser and took a bottle of water from the mini fridge just beside his couch and gave them to me.

"Ava, I'm really sorry about that, you shouldn't have crossed that line though. I understand your frustrations about him ruining your Sunday but Ava, people are different, and if you didn't know that, then by now you know that some people can't control their rage.

I am not justifying what my brother did to you, but sometimes he can be like that. it's not a reason enough why he slapped you though and for that I am truly sorry. Your cheek is already bruising but the Panadol should rid the pain, so for the next few hours you will be alright."

'Thank you Ray, I just want to go home now. Is it alright if I go' I asked in a broken voice.

' Yes beautiful, you can go rest for the rest of the day. It's your day off after all.' Ray answered.

Later that night I sat on bed, my back on my blue pillow against the headboard, thinking about Ray. I still remembered how his fingers felt against my bursted lip and cheek. I swear they had a cooling effect. I remember closing my eyes and enjoying his touch as he applied ointment.

The tingle between my legs had returned and my eyes couldn't stop looking at his lips wondering how they would feel against mine. He had been still shirtless and that even made it worse.

I didn't even think about my outburst and the slap. No, I thought about why and how Ray had dared call me beautiful.

That night, I drifted off, still wondering how Ray could think of me as beautiful. I didn't dare forget though that he was still an asshole who made fun of me daily.

I couldn't possibly want him but I did.

***Ava****

My alarm went off at exactly 9 AM, I wasn't supposed to report to work until 11 so I still had time to do my chores. But instead of leaving the comfort of my bed, I lay on my back on the old bed.

My body was covered half way from my waist down by a grey duvet that was quite tattered with a few holes in it. My sleep filled eyes remained glued on the old rickety ceiling. I let my gaze trace the barely invisible patterns on the wooden ceiling, while my mind drifted to my unworthy life.

I didn't understand why I was left alone in this world. I couldn't help but think what if my mother had stayed home that day. Would she still be alive? What if my dad had been around, would I have been forced into this bitter loneliness?

I didn't have answers to the what ifs, and so I decided to stop my thoughts from wandering further. I threw the duvet off my body and stepped out of bed, I gracefully strolled to my small bathroom, the old wooden floor creaking under my bare feet.

My bathroom was not fancy at all, just one shower head and a sink, no bathtub or big shower heads and multiple sinks. It was just what you'd expect a girl like me to live in. After taking a shower I put on a grey Tee, black sweats and black snickers and strolled to the kitchen for breakfast.

My house was pretty small, one bedroom, with a small bathroom, a small kitchen and an equally small sitting room. But I was happy, I had a roof over my head, I had enough salary to feed me, I paid for water and electricity bills and I was able to pay for bus fare and that was all okay.

I missed my old place, the house where all the good memories I shared with my mother were made. It was impossible to forget such a lively and cozy place. A place where I learnt that true love wasn't a fantasy. My mum made sure to tell me every day that she loved me. I still remember the neighborhood, it had a serene environment. Every house had flowers arranged on their front porches.

Growing up I didn't have any friends except for one boy but that was a bygone. I remembered how my mum would chastise me every time I left my dishes undone or when my bedroom floor would be strewn with clothes.

'Ava Awino James, do you want me to descend on you with blows! 'She would shout. 'Or you think your little thighs are not so little anymore for my fingers to pinch? 'She would continue. Then she would do the dishes and tell me to run along.

Going back to my break fast I fixed myself a mug of black coffee and sat on the couch in the sitting room. I didn't feel like cooking anything else, my appetite had long gone the moment I had thought about my mum. I just couldn't help it, especially when I was all alone.

Times like this made me miss my mum real bad, if she were here I know she would have made me something good for my stomach. Bacon, waffles, pancakes name them. She was a great cook, making sure I was fed all the time. No doubt in my mind she would have forced them down my throat with a smile on her face. She was a great mum, but she just left me. She perished in a road accident when I was 17, my senior year of high school, just before my final exams.

The only family members that I ever knew only helped with the burial, and once it was all over and done with, they left. I could see it in their accusatory eyes; they blamed her death on me. That was a year ago, I was better now, I had learnt how to live with the pain. I never got to see my dad, heard that he dumped my mum once he found out that she was pregnant. They were both 18 then, but he just left her telling her that he wasn't ready and that he wanted to have fun and not settle down.

The thoughts forced me to relieve the painful moments. Tears stung my eyes and I just let them flow for a while, I surely missed her. I probably stayed like that for a few minutes before finally wiping them off with the back of my right hand.

The coffee was long forgotten and already cold. So I dumped it in the sink and picked up my phone and bag, locked the door and left for the bus stage. It was time to go to the Romans for work, but I was still wary of Bryson.

Today being on Monday, I knew that the boys were in school. Sometimes I wished that I had parents to pay for my college fees, I never went to college after high school. But there was nothing I could do about it, I couldn't afford it.

They both had classes today and I was glad that I would be alone in that mansion till 3 in the evening. I was not ready to face Bryson yet, so I would finish up my work and leave before they came back home. My only mission that day was to avoid him at all costs that meant leaving earlier than usual.

I was supposed to be there till 6.30, to make dinner for them but today I wanted to prepare it early, leave it there for them to warm it up, when they felt like eating. After all they were not small kids to be spoon-fed.

I still walked around the mansion in awe, even after working in there for over a year. I loved the family portraits they put up on their walls. The sunny pink paint that was plastered on the hallways halls blended in with the crystal chandeliers that hung on the tiled ceiling. The lights were always on, even during the day. I loved how they usually illuminated on the pink walls their images reflecting on the gloss porcelain tiled floor.

The living room was another story, it screamed of elegancy from crafted doors, to the leather couches, all the way to the well polished floor. The intricate patterns on the walls intrigued me, I must agree, Mrs. Romans had a wonderful taste.

I was done cooking at around 2.30, so for the next few minutes I fixed up a cup of coffee. I had opted for Indian Biryani, with a tomato salad on the side. I had also prepared some fried chicken, and a nice black forest cake for desert. My plan was to finish it up in 10 minutes time and leave before they arrived.

"Crap!" I shouted. I had accidentally poured half of the coffee on my shirt. I had to take it off fast before it stuck to my body and end up burning me to an extend of blisters forming. What a killjoy, this is not what I had in my mind. Now what was I supposed to do? Go home with the stained tee shirt? Or, I could go wash it fast before the boys arrived.

'The fuck is this?' I swore, now I had to go wash it cause I couldn't go home with it, The stain was too big and I didn't want people stares in the bus. I was busy fuming over my stained shirt that I failed to hear the screeching of tires outside, or the creaking of the front door or the footsteps that suddenly came to a stop.

It was only when Ray spoke that I realized my upper body was exposed to his lust filled eyes.

'That is one hell of a sight to come home to. '