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from the houses in the
street where she lived. Passing number 42, her favourite, she allowed herself a
few seconds of daydreaming before the butterflies returned again and Mr.
Jordan's home at number 88 came into view. She felt her breathing deepen and
feeling herself blush she lowered her face and watched her feet as she walked
the last few yards even though there was no-one around to bear witness. Finally
she reached the gate and walked up the long path to the front door. As per the
arrangement, she rang the doorbell twice then entered the house. Placing her
hold-all in the oak panelled hallway she immediately climbed the staircase. At
the top she made her way straight to the bathroom and, leaving the door ajar,
stripped off her cleaning attire and stepped into the shower.  She
showered long enough to feel refreshed and to quickly ensure she was well
shaved. On the heated rail was a lush towel already warmed and once she had
dried herself she stopped for a moment to look at herself in the large mirror.
    She never felt that she looked anything special. Certainly not model
standards anyway but her figure was ok and with her hair done she felt
passable. Chris was always reassuring her about her looks but it was Mr. Jordan
who made her feel differently about herself in a whole new way. A way that she couldn’t explain. She couldn’t even explain
how she had ended up where she was. She had responded to the advert in the
local paper for a domestic cleaner, got the job after a brief, formal,
interview in Mr. Jordan’s study and for the first three weeks everything had
been normal. Then he had started to make suggestions. Subtle at first, how her
hair would look nicer in a certain style. How her make-up would look better
with a certain shade of lipstick, eye-liner done a certain way. She wasn’t sure
why she had taken any notice really, but she did and after each change,
normally just for her visits to Mr. Jordan’s, she found a bonus in her pay
packet at the end of the week.
    Nicole put the towel into the wash basket and gathered up her carrier
bag. She walked naked across the landing to a room at the end and went inside.
Here, she sat before the dressing table in the small bedroom and did her
hair and make-up just the way Mr. Jordan liked it. Satisfied she stood and felt
the nerves jangling through her body as she looked over her shoulder at herself
again in the mirror. A breast, just visible as she twisted, small, a
handful just about as Chris would say, her waist nipped in just enough to get
away with and then her bottom, rounded but firm. She turned then to face the
mirror, her nipples prominent, stiffened with anticipation, the bare flesh of
her groin. That had earned her a good bonus.  Mr. Jordan had asked “how do
you dress below”.  After some confusion she finally realised what he was
asking about. Hugely embarrassed she never the less found herself compelled to
answer him. He suggested that he would appreciate it much more if she was
cleanly shaven.  It took longer for her to take action that time, she
hadn’t looked that way since she was a young girl and couldn’t imagine
reverting. Finally she had done it and although hideously shamed when providing
the proof the bonus in her pay pack had been the biggest yet.  It seemed
strange that Chris did not even question her sudden change from “furry beaver”
to “shaven haven”. He liked it too so she had kept it that way and she was
pleased that Chris’ didn’t ask as she had no idea how she would answer him
convincingly.
    Then Mr. Jordan’s requests became more extreme and Nicole found herself
thinking that she should leave. But the money was too good and, no matter how
ashamed she felt afterwards, the increased money in her wage packet each time
always seemed to outweigh the feelings of guilt and wrong that knotted her
inside as she went home to her family.  She was torn between feelings of
being something akin to a prostitute and yet she was unable