Training the new maid.

Disclaimer--I do not own the rights to any of these characters. I own nothing in the Matrix universe and make no money off this. It is purely for my own amusement and the amusement, hopefully, of others.


Naomi only came back for the money. At least that’s what she kept telling herself. The morning after they assaulted her, she walked down to her mailbox to check the mail and found amongst the bills a letter. On the envelope was simply “Naomi” in gorgeous script. Beautiful off white stationary with just a hint of jasmine--she opened the envelope to look inside.

There was a letter and a check for three thousand dollars. The letter said simply “We look forward to your continued presence-One and Two.” The check was labeled “danger pay” which brought a slight smile to her face. At least they had a sense of humor.

How could she turn down that kind of money? It was just a spanking and no one had to know about it. When they set her pay at a thousand dollars a week, and showed her the ridiculous getup she had to wear, she figured something like this would eventually surface. No one pays four thousand dollars a month for maid service.

Her parents would be horrified, but they weren’t paying a cent for college. She was on her own. Figuring she’d back down, knowing her scholarship only covered fifteen thousand of the astronomical cost of the university she’d selected, her parents refused to help at all. Actually told her that she “ought to think about finding a Christian boy and getting married.”

Her older brothers all went to college, why not her? Her little brother talked about his college plans all the time and she knew that when his time came, there’d be money made available. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, not really, that her family didn’t support her. Every time she brought up college her father would change the subject, her mother natter on about how much they were looking forward to her helping out with the family business. And worst of all, how much they were looking forward to grandkids, like she’d marry and start popping them out like biscuits when she was eighteen.

So what if her family didn’t approve. And she wouldn’t have to work this job forever. Her scholarship covered all but five thousand of her school expenses, including books. She’d worked out a deal with a retired couple to cover her rent. She lived in their condo, paid the bills and did minor maintenance while they traveled. A family friend felt sorry for her and matched them up. She still wasn’t sure if it was just charity, or if she was actually helping the couple, but either way she had a free place to stay for the school year and in the summer, when they returned, she had a job as their live-in housekeeper.

A thousand a week—in ten to fifteen weeks she could probably quit. She had five thousand she’d managed to save from odd jobs at home—but that had all gone to the first years tuition fees and books. So far she’d been able to save two thousand by working for the twins and with this bonus she now had enough to pay for next years tuition. The trick was going to be keeping her job while not doing things she might regret. She wasn’t as conservative as her parents, but she did think that she wanted to wait for true love to have sex for the first time.

Although when Two watched her, his obvious desire made her feel sexy. And for some sick reason, she had enjoyed One spanking her. Enjoyed the feeling of her sore bottom on the bus seat, enjoyed looking in the mirror and seeing the marks he made on her body.

That night she dreamed about them. She knew the mechanics of sex from health class, but had never done anything more than catch a few quick chaste kisses after a church dance. The dream was hazy and unclear, first One on top of her kissing her, then Two, but the strength of her orgasm woke her up panting and soaked in sweat.

So, here she was, back at their suite of rooms in this bizarre house that somehow was up in the mountains at the same time it was in San Francisco. They thought she was dumb, she knew that, that she didn’t notice things, like the fact that most of the people around this place were probably not exactly human. But they were wrong--vampires, werewolves and anything creepy and magical fascinated Naomi. She knew what she was seeing; she wasn’t an idiot.

If she had a dollar for every time she got a whipping for reading “the devil’s books,” she wouldn’t need to work at the chateau. To get to work for and with real live monsters was both terrifying and exhilarating. The only one that really gave her the creeps was the French guy they all called The Merovingian. What a pretentious name, what exactly was a “Merovingian” and why was it such a big deal that he was the only one?

But she wore her cross every day too. Better safe than sorry, even if she had more and more doubts about how helpful it might be. In the back of her mind she wondered if maybe, just maybe, she might find out how to join them. It was a risk, no question of it, she could end up dead in a sack in a back street alley. Or something wonderful could happen. Or both. Either way, she wasn’t bored. It wasn’t endless fields of soybeans, never-ending church services, rows of unhappy women all trying to be joyful, and the pastor eying her like a young weed ready to be pulled and stuffed into some young man’s basket.

No, it was better than that. She just had to be careful and maybe even a little tricky. They underestimated her, which gave her a big advantage. Maybe there would be other advantages later.