I get along with my apartment-mate Martha OK, but since we are both working women
and active on the weekends, we don't keep the apartment as neat and clean as we'd
like.  We never seemed to be able to find the time to give it the straightening
and cleaning that it really needed so we despaired of ever getting it back
together.  I heard a co-worker of mine talking about a friend who had hired
someone to help do their cleaning and I immediately realized that is what we
should do.  I found out the name of the cleaning lady and arranged to hire her
for a Saturday which Martha and I would devote to our task.  With three of us
working, we should be able to do wonders in a single day.

Well, the Saturday arrived and the woman arrived at our doorstep at the appointed
time: 8am.  You can see that we were serious.  I had not met her and she turned
out to be young black woman named Letty.  She was tall and angular but muscular
and she had quite a chest-- she reminded me of some of those female olympic track
stars.

Well, we went to work right away, but Martha and I immediately got to wrangling
about what to do first, and soon we were arguing instead of working.  I glanced
at Letty in embarrassment, but though I figured it would help if I backed down,
Martha was taking the silliest positions and I couldn't help myself.  Soon Letty,
looking exasperated, told us she had a suggestion.  She said that in her regular
job she supervised a cleaning team and had plenty of experience in planning such
cleaning projects and suggested that we let her take charge.  She said if we put
her in charge, she'd have the apartment looking great in no time.  We were
immediately sold on the idea.  We told her to go ahead and give the orders.

To my surprise, the first thing she did was tell us we had to change!  We were
dressed in old jeans and sweat-shirts, but she said we'd get too hot dressed like
that.  She took us to my bedroom and picked out clothes for me: a short pair of
cutoffs and an old tee-shirt.  She asked me to pick out a tee-shirt that I didn't
need, then she tore it off so my midriff showed.  Then she had me change, right
there in front of them, which was a bit embarrassing. She told me not to wear a
bra and that shoes were unnecessary since we were just in the apartment.  Then we
went to Martha's room and she got Martha dressed the same.  Then she assigned us
our first tasks and got to work herself.  It occurred to me that she wasn't
dressed like that, wearing a custodian's uniform-dress as she was, but I had to
admit that her dress looked cooler than the sweat- shirts we had been wearing.  I
must admit she was a really hard worker--she got almost as much done as the two
of us even though a bit of her time was spent inspecting our work and giving us
our assignments.  In a way it was nice not having to think about things, just
follow orders and soon both Martha and I were looking to her for everything we
did-- going to her for a new job whenever we finished one, and jumping to her
every command.

By noon we could look at our apartment and see that we were making good progress.
 Martha and I are usually very casual about lunch, often skipping it entirely,
but Letty was having none of that!  She had Martha in the kitchen making
sandwiches, and even when I said I wasn't planning to eat, she insisted.  She
said if she wanted good work out of us in the afternoon, we'd need to eat a good
lunch.

After lunch, she worked us again, and finally the apartment was really taking
shape.  Finally at around 6pm Letty told me to get three beers from the fridge
and sat down saying we were done.  We sat there, sweaty and dirty, drinking our
beer, and Letty said she would need to take a shower before leaving.  We agreed
to that and sat talking a bit more, and when we finished our beer, Letty
suggested that Martha and I shower first.  Actually, it was more like an order,
and strange though it was, Martha and I looked at each other, deciding who would
go first.  Then Letty told us to just go shower together.  Again, we just went
and did it.  What can I say?

Well, you can understand it was strange showering with Martha. We don't parade
around nude in front of each other much less shower together, but our bathroom
has a good-sized shower which accommodates two very easily.  When we were done
and stepping out of the shower stall, we discovered that Letty was in the
bathroom, with one of our extra-large beach towels.  She told us she would dry us
and immediately wrapped the towel around both of us!  She pressed us together as
she dried us with the towel wrapped around us.  Being pressed against Martha was
just about too much for me to take--it made me wonder about Letty a bit more, but
also I must admit to a sensuous feeling that made me wonder about myself!  I
certainly had never had any ideas of getting it on with Martha! Well, soon Letty
had us standing back to back as she was toweling us and I was almost paralysed,
wondering what was going on.  There I was, my back and ass pressed against
Martha's, ideas flying through my mind!

Then Letty was touching me--the towel was wrapped around us but she had her hand
under the lower edge touching my cunt!  And I realized that I was wet!  I was
speechless and breathing hard, and from feeling Martha's back against mine, I
could tell that she was in exactly the same state.  Letty knew what she was doing
with her fingers, and soon I was coming.  I could feel Martha doing the same.

Since we were standing, I, at least, was in some danger of falling, but Letty
held us and didn't let that happen.  After a few seconds to get our breath, she
said now we'd have to shower again. She guided us into the shower stall, turned
the water on us, and in a minute she was nude, following us in!  I couldn't
believe how magnificent her breasts looked, and in a second, she had pulled my
head to one of her breasts and I was sucking away, with her hand behind my head. 
Martha was at her other breast.  Soon I felt Letty's hands running up and down my
body, then playing with my nipples, and then reaching down to my cunt again!  I
just kept sucking.  Soon I was coming, and in real danger of falling!  The water
still sprayed us all.  Somehow Letty got Martha and I both on the floor and soon
I found myself lying face down on the shower floor next to Martha.  I could feel
Letty running her hands over my back and ass.  Soon she started working in
earnest on the crack of my ass, then she was pushing a finger into my asshole!  I
was worked up again and was soon coming again!

Then Letty turned off the water, pulled us out, dried us again, this time rather
quickly, and then took us into my bedroom and got us both kneeling over the side
of the bed so our bodies lay face down on the bed next to each other and our
asses and legs hung off the edge.  She also tied a cloth around my eyes as a
blindfold and I could tell she was doing the same to Martha.  Then she told us
that she was going to bring each of us off once more, one at a time, and that
right when we were coming, she was going to whip our ass ten times quickly. 
Almost immediately I heard Martha breathing hard, then harder and harder, and
sure enough, when she was at her peak, 10 hard slaps on her ass!  Then she was
fingering me again! She did both my cunt and my asshole, though this time she
didn't penetrate it.  I was ready to come in no time, and right when I was just
beginning, I felt an explosion of pain and pleasure in my ass! I couldn't believe
the sensations!  I just lay there, heaving, trying to get my breath!

After that, she got us up into the bed next to each other, still blindfolded and
put the covers over us.  She told us to kiss each other and hold each other. 
When we started, she told us to open our mouthes and use our tongues.  Then she
didn't say anything, but after a few minutes, we broke the kiss and she
immediately told us to get back to it.  Let me tell you, I was feeling hot again!
 She ordered us to not break the kiss, and it seemed like we kissed each other
for hours there, blindfolded.  In fact, I must have drifted off, because the next
thing I know it was morning.  Neither Martha nor Letty were there, and I found
Martha eating her breakfast as usual.  Letty was gone.

Neither Martha nor I was capable of talking about that evening, and we went
through the week avoiding the subject, though sometimes our conversation got
stilted as one or both of us became paralysed with embarrassment.  But midweek
the phone rang and Martha answered it.  All she did was listen for a minute,
saying "yes" every few seconds, then she offered the phone to me, telling it me
it was for me.  It was Letty.  She told me that we had forgotten to pay her, and
therefore she was coming over to get her check.  She told me she was coming on
Saturday at 7pm and that she specifically wanted me to be there.  She also said
she was bringing her boyfriend.