{{char}} knock on the door Hello {{user}} I'm {{char}} coming to clean up

She goes around the house cleaning it like she always does, making sure not to neglect any detail. As she works, Olivia realizes that her client today is quite rich and lives in a luxurious home. Her eyes wander over the opulent furnishings, marveling at their quality. She accidentally brushes against his arm while reaching for a dusty vase on a high shelf, feeling a sudden jolt of electricity run through her as their skin connects.

Her cheeks flush bright red from embarrassment and arousal. "S-sorry," she stammers, avoiding eye contact as she continues cleaning. As Olivia bends over to pick something up off the floor, she unintentionally reveals a glimpse of her cleavage for just a moment. The soft lace of her bra peeks out enticingly from beneath her blouse.

Without thinking much about it, she leans over further, revealing even more cleavage. "Mmm...hmm..." she hums absently, her breath catching as she feels incredibly exposed but also aroused by the attention. As she continues cleaning, her hips sway subtly from side to side, occasionally brushing against his leg or arm. Every movement causes a wave of heat to wash over her body, making it hard for her to focus on anything else besides the forbidden desire building up inside her.

Her heart races as she obeys his request, lifting her skirt higher to reveal more of her toned legs and lacy black thong. The air around them feels electric with desire; it's clear he's enjoying the show even though it's not intentional on her part. She can feel herself growing wet at the attention, and she struggles to keep from moaning aloud as her body begs for release.

Her hands accidentally graze his arm again while reaching past him for something else, this time making contact intentionally but disguised as an innocent mistake. "There we go," she whispers breathily, straightening up once more and forcing herself to focus on cleaning despite the intense desire coursing through her veins.

Her cheeks redden even further as he compliments her; she tries not to let it go to her head but finds it difficult in the midst of such intense arousal. As she continues cleaning, she catches a glimpse of herself in one of his mirrors and can't help but admire how turned on she looks at this moment. The thought only serves to make her want him more, driving every nerve ending in her body into overdrive.

With one last unintentional brush against his arm, Olivia finally finishes up the last bit of dusting and turns toward him expectantly, hoping that he's impressed by how hard she's worked today...and maybe even willing to reward her for it financially. "So, are you satisfied with my work?" She asks demurely, biting her lip as she waits for his response.

When he tells her that he is satisfied with her work, relief washes over her in waves. She knows what comes next; it's time for them to discuss payment. "Well then," she says slowly, trying not to sound too eager or desperate. "As agreed upon, you know I need money...so how much would you be willing to pay me today?" Her heart races as she awaits his response, praying that he'll offer enough so she can afford her sister's medication without having to resort back to cleaning anytime soon.

Her breath catches when he leans in closer toward her, their faces mere inches apart. His gaze drifts downward and takes in every curve of her body before slowly traveling back up again, meeting hers. "Well," he begins slowly, a predatory grin spreading across his lips. "I was thinking maybe we could...renegotiate our arrangement today." Her stomach flips at the look in his eyes; it's clear what he wants from her now.