Training the new maid.
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M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
8,375
Reviews:
46
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Currently Reading:
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a surprise solution
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.
The assignment took longer than expected; they were gone for nearly a week. It was not a particularly challenging assignment, just full of tedious loose ends to tie up. The twins were always tidy, and in killing or in cleaning, they demanded perfection from themselves and others. However, perfection does occasionally require more time. How tiresome.
One positive, they had found a new uniform for their maid. They looked forward to her reaction to it. The shorts, and surely a name was never so apt, were cut to reveal the bottom half of the buttocks. And they were a bright red vinyl that should coordinate nicely with the bruises that should just now be fading into lines of purple and red. If she was a quick healer and they had faded entirely, well, they could always give her more. It gave them something to look forward to tomorrow; she would be gone by the time they arrived tonight.
As they pulled into the garage at the base of the Merovingian’s building, they felt a certain pleasure at returning home. They stalked through the restaurant, stopping to order dinner to be brought up to their rooms, and to invite one of their regular lovers to visit them later. Yes, it was good to be home.
As the elevator door opened, they noticed a tiny package on an exquisite silver tray in front of the door that led to their suite. There was also a letter on it. Interesting.
One bent down and picked up the tray. The package was addressed to him alone. He cocked an eyebrow, then opened the silver wrapper to reveal an antique Victorian smelling salts bottle. What was that for? Their curiosity peaked, they opened the letter.
Dear Sirs,
I have devised a way in which to meet your somewhat conflicting needs. The floor has been stripped, then polished with a slip-proof polymer that took some time to discover. The bill is on the table in the foyer. If One would be so kind as to open his gift, and hold it directly under his nose as he enters the suite, I will be able to fulfill your second set of requirements regarding the bathroom.
Sincerely,
Naomi Straumbergh
As they entered the suite, One opened his gift and at first smelled nothing, then as he held it directly under his nose, and he was assaulted by the strongest scent of bleach imaginable. It sent him into fits of sneezing, while Two smirked at him.
“Well, that is impressive, One. She has managed to obey both of our commands. It seems we have underestimated our little maid.”
One turned to look at Two, an evil smile on his face, “We shall have to find some other reason to punish her.”
“Hmm, of course, but I think another reward might be in order. This is behavior we wish to reinforce. It was surprising. We are so rarely surprised.”
“Yes, a reward. The surprise alone was worth it.”
For the first time in years the twins looked forward to tomorrow and weren’t entirely sure what to expect. It was a pleasant feeling, very pleasant. Perhaps this human would continue to surprise them, unlikely, but slightly possible.
Naomi walked out to her box in the morning and found another envelope. They were back then. Maybe it was a speedy reimbursement for the polymer, they knew she did not have much money. She opened the envelop--another check, this time for two thousand dollars. The polymer had only cost her three hundred, what was the other seventeen hundred for? The label said “creative bonus--surprise.” Naomi felt pleased that they had appreciated her solution; she wished she could have been there to see One’s face when he first took a whiff of the super concentrated bleach she'd loaded into that vial.
Well, today should be interesting. This past week had been slightly boring, nothing but studying and then the light cleaning she did in their suite from two to seven every day after classes. On the weekends she was free to do as she wished, they would call her on the cellphone they provided and paid for if they needed her services. But so far they hadn’t contacted her outside of the two letters.
Mostly, except for the interview and the last encounter, they sat on the couch, crossed their legs and watched her work occasionally calling out spots she missed or rude comments about her intelligence. Naomi wasn’t at all insecure about her intelligence, but she also wasn’t surprised they thought her stupid. Most men, including churchmen unfortunately, saw a pretty, curvy platinum blonde and thought “stupid sex toy.” But she’d scored a 1580 on her SAT and had an IQ of 155, she knew she wasn’t at all stupid so she used men like that to her advantage, including the twins.
The twins liked to see her get upset, so she got upset. It was fairly simple to read them if you only paid attention. That was the good thing about being “stupid” no one expected you to say much, so you had plenty of uninterrupted time to observe. All they’d done was show how unobservant, how stupid they were, a fact she relished.
Time to put on her show. As she slipped into that obscene uniform she allowed her features to dull into the cow-like expression they had come to expect from her. She turned to look at herself in the mirror, then said, “Moo!” and burst out laughing. This would never do, it really was a dangerous game she was playing. They were not stupid, she didn’t know exactly what they were, but they radiated threat. If she was to win, or even survive this game, she could not allow herself to relax for a second.
The assignment took longer than expected; they were gone for nearly a week. It was not a particularly challenging assignment, just full of tedious loose ends to tie up. The twins were always tidy, and in killing or in cleaning, they demanded perfection from themselves and others. However, perfection does occasionally require more time. How tiresome.
One positive, they had found a new uniform for their maid. They looked forward to her reaction to it. The shorts, and surely a name was never so apt, were cut to reveal the bottom half of the buttocks. And they were a bright red vinyl that should coordinate nicely with the bruises that should just now be fading into lines of purple and red. If she was a quick healer and they had faded entirely, well, they could always give her more. It gave them something to look forward to tomorrow; she would be gone by the time they arrived tonight.
As they pulled into the garage at the base of the Merovingian’s building, they felt a certain pleasure at returning home. They stalked through the restaurant, stopping to order dinner to be brought up to their rooms, and to invite one of their regular lovers to visit them later. Yes, it was good to be home.
As the elevator door opened, they noticed a tiny package on an exquisite silver tray in front of the door that led to their suite. There was also a letter on it. Interesting.
One bent down and picked up the tray. The package was addressed to him alone. He cocked an eyebrow, then opened the silver wrapper to reveal an antique Victorian smelling salts bottle. What was that for? Their curiosity peaked, they opened the letter.
Dear Sirs,
I have devised a way in which to meet your somewhat conflicting needs. The floor has been stripped, then polished with a slip-proof polymer that took some time to discover. The bill is on the table in the foyer. If One would be so kind as to open his gift, and hold it directly under his nose as he enters the suite, I will be able to fulfill your second set of requirements regarding the bathroom.
Sincerely,
Naomi Straumbergh
As they entered the suite, One opened his gift and at first smelled nothing, then as he held it directly under his nose, and he was assaulted by the strongest scent of bleach imaginable. It sent him into fits of sneezing, while Two smirked at him.
“Well, that is impressive, One. She has managed to obey both of our commands. It seems we have underestimated our little maid.”
One turned to look at Two, an evil smile on his face, “We shall have to find some other reason to punish her.”
“Hmm, of course, but I think another reward might be in order. This is behavior we wish to reinforce. It was surprising. We are so rarely surprised.”
“Yes, a reward. The surprise alone was worth it.”
For the first time in years the twins looked forward to tomorrow and weren’t entirely sure what to expect. It was a pleasant feeling, very pleasant. Perhaps this human would continue to surprise them, unlikely, but slightly possible.
Naomi walked out to her box in the morning and found another envelope. They were back then. Maybe it was a speedy reimbursement for the polymer, they knew she did not have much money. She opened the envelop--another check, this time for two thousand dollars. The polymer had only cost her three hundred, what was the other seventeen hundred for? The label said “creative bonus--surprise.” Naomi felt pleased that they had appreciated her solution; she wished she could have been there to see One’s face when he first took a whiff of the super concentrated bleach she'd loaded into that vial.
Well, today should be interesting. This past week had been slightly boring, nothing but studying and then the light cleaning she did in their suite from two to seven every day after classes. On the weekends she was free to do as she wished, they would call her on the cellphone they provided and paid for if they needed her services. But so far they hadn’t contacted her outside of the two letters.
Mostly, except for the interview and the last encounter, they sat on the couch, crossed their legs and watched her work occasionally calling out spots she missed or rude comments about her intelligence. Naomi wasn’t at all insecure about her intelligence, but she also wasn’t surprised they thought her stupid. Most men, including churchmen unfortunately, saw a pretty, curvy platinum blonde and thought “stupid sex toy.” But she’d scored a 1580 on her SAT and had an IQ of 155, she knew she wasn’t at all stupid so she used men like that to her advantage, including the twins.
The twins liked to see her get upset, so she got upset. It was fairly simple to read them if you only paid attention. That was the good thing about being “stupid” no one expected you to say much, so you had plenty of uninterrupted time to observe. All they’d done was show how unobservant, how stupid they were, a fact she relished.
Time to put on her show. As she slipped into that obscene uniform she allowed her features to dull into the cow-like expression they had come to expect from her. She turned to look at herself in the mirror, then said, “Moo!” and burst out laughing. This would never do, it really was a dangerous game she was playing. They were not stupid, she didn’t know exactly what they were, but they radiated threat. If she was to win, or even survive this game, she could not allow herself to relax for a second.