Chapter 3

Over the next few days Amelia just kept getting clumsier. In three day’s she’d managed to smash two plates, a bowl and dropped the bosses’ dinner into his lap. Thankfully it had only been the chips that had gone flying off the plate and Richard had taken it in good humour. He’d just scooped up the rouge chips placed them back on his before shooing her from the room with laughter in his eyes.

Today though she was tired, tonight’s dinner party had her and the other household staff run ragged. So many things to be done! Tables to be set, food to be cooked, the house to be cleaned; Richard only accepted the highest standards ‘it’s a wonder I’m still on his staff at all’ thought Amelia.

Only yesterday she had been called into his office the moment she arrived. She hadn’t even had time to change into her uniform.

Seeing Amelia out of uniform was most bizarre for Richard. She seemed more human in a way. Her coat was multi coloured patchwork that gave off a totally unexpected hippy vibe, her hair was beyond her shoulders in thick waves and her scarf was exceptionally long and oddly familiar.

“Your scarf…whys it so long?” Richard asked curious. The blush that spread across Amelia’s cheeks was both cute and unexpected.

“Tom Baker” she muttered staring at the floor. Recognition dawned and Richard smiled.

‘My favourite doctor’.

Amelia looked up and smiled; maybe she wasn’t in trouble after all. Richard seemed more relaxed than usual; obviously the numbers were working in his favour today.

“Amelia…I’ve been wondering about you…” said Richard his brow furrowing. “Your suitability as a maid”. Suddenly the worry was back.

“Are you about to fire me sir?”

Richard had been about to take a sip tea, instead he spluttered “What? No. I was just wondering if you maybe wanted a less physically demanding role, secretarial work perhaps”

Richard was quite bemused by Amelia’s reaction. He’d been hoping for relief, maybe a smile. Instead he received an indignant scowl.

“No offence sir but I have done nothing to warrant such a promotion, if you are after a new secretary might I make a suggestion?”

Curious Richard nodded and took a careful sip of tea.

“Though it’s not my place too might I suggest Lilly from household? She’s going on three months pregnant now so sitting down would suit her better and she has a lovely telephone voice, now please excuse me Glenda will be waiting for me” and with a swish of her very long scarf Amelia left.

Now with the dinner party looming it was announced that Lilly has been placed on light duties until her promotion kicked in the following week.

‘O congratulations Lilly just what you needed with the baby on the way’ said Amelia

‘Yeah he said someone suggested me’ smiled Lilly as she rushed off to change into her uniform beaming from ear to ear.

A few hours later Amelia had hoovered the house, swept the drive and polished the silverware. Now back in the kitchen she was chopping vegetables under the watchful eyes of the cook.

Glenda was the eyes and ears of the house (not to mention the stomach); nothing got past her, so the fact that Amelia was even more dreamy than usual peaked her interest.

“Who’s the guy?” she asked. Amelia jumped so suddenly the knife in her hand slipped. It narrowly missed slitting open one of her fingers holding down the carrot in her hand.

‘What!’ thought Amelia blushing furiously. The moment Glenda had mentioned the word guy. Amelia had had the most intense of flash backs from the other day.

Richards palm smacking down on her bare buttocks; her knickers and stockings strewn across the floor; the sting of her skin as he pulled back his hand for another strike and the inevitable wetness between her legs.

“There’s no man Glenda” Said Amelia chopping the last of the carrot with extra vigour. Laying down her knife she scooped the last of the carrot and placed it in the pot with the rest. Cheekily she grabbed a piece back out the pot and popped it in her mouth enjoying the sweet crunch.

“Well there should be, nice girl like you” declared Glenda shooing Amelia out the kitchen ‘Go set the table and then change you’re covered in soup!’

Soon Amelia was dressed in a fresh uniform ushering in the guests through the front door. Dinner was being served in the ornate dining room with its deep oak dining table and Richards antiques lining the walls and covering the side tables. Richard always said they made good talking points at dinner parties and always made sure to have a few select pieces on view each time.

“Bit of an odd hobby for such a young guy” thought Amelia as she carried through the starter. Today’s selection had an oriental feel, one of those old samurai swords was on display on the mantle piece and several Ming vases were dotted around on the side tables.

There were easily 30 people around the huge dinning table. Richard was sat at the head in front of the old fireplace, chatting quietly to a guest to the left of him. He looked as handsome as ever. Tonight he was wearing a new midnight blue suit that brought out his eyes and the paleness of his skin. Amelia had to be careful not to let out a little sigh as she eyed him over the soup bowls.

“Now see there’s the kind of guy I could go for, devastatingly sexy” She thought as she carefully handed out the bowls, not spilling a drop.

“And very considerate” she noted as she saw Richard turn his attention to a female guest who had fallen quiet, looking a bit lonesome.

Amelia’s entrance did not go unnoticed. Richard could not help but eye her as he spoke to a colleague of his at the table. Catherine’s husband could not be with them tonight and she was obviously feeling a little lost without him. Richard tried to give her his fullest attention to cheer her up a bit but Amelia was being very distracting. Maybe his friends were right; perhaps he was a kinky bastard after all the uniform really was quite becoming on her. As Amelia left the room with her empty tray and a sashay of her womanly hips he couldn’t help but have a flash back of his own.

Amelia’s bottom bent over his lap, pink with handprints. She was breathing hard and soaking a wet patch onto the leg of his trousers. As he brought his hand down again he had had a wicked idea; sliding it down the wriggling buttock he plunged his fingers into the wet pink flesh, Amelia bucked and he heard her give a groan as he started an intimate massage…