Juan's message (II)

The door closed behind me, I headed to the elevator and while I descended I felt good, but I didn’t know if I was happy about closing the deal or because of how Juan smiled at me as I left.

That afternoon and all night, I tried to stop remembering how everything had ended, downplaying the fact that I had licked his feet, but I couldn't stop recalling his last words: “When you come, don’t forget to clean my feet before you leave, maid.” I knew Juan wasn’t joking; quite a while had passed and I still felt discomfort in my mouth.

I wanted to fall asleep with the idea that I wouldn’t see him again; I still had the touch of his feet etched in my mind and how I had sucked his toes; I didn’t understand anything, why I had accepted to do it and why I hadn’t rebelled. I was embarrassed recalling the situation and didn’t want to repeat it.

But I kept mulling over the situation; if I had known what was going to happen, I would never have jokingly knelt down. Was it my fault? Juan's? Deep down, I knew there wasn’t any culprit; I had offered as a joke and moreover, I did it without refusing or complaining at any moment.

I fell asleep in a sea of doubts. When I woke up, it was ten o'clock, I felt fine, there was no discomfort, and that gave me the push I needed to confront Juan. I was determined to call him to tell him I wasn’t going to go, that I was no longer interested, and to put an end to it all.

Juan didn’t give me the option; I had a message from him on my phone, received at nine in the morning, saying: “Good morning, I have a commitment, I expect you today before 14:45, as I have to leave at 16:30. Thanks.” I spent almost an hour in front of my phone, writing and deleting my response until I finally decided to reply: “Thank you for the opportunity Juan, but I can’t accept it, I’m sorry for the inconvenience and thank you very much.” But I sent him: “Okay, I’ll be there, see you then.”

Since he was in a hurry, I assumed it was going to be a normal and simple service, and I convinced myself of that. I couldn’t leave Juan hanging; I didn’t want to disappoint him, I wanted to go.

I arrived at the agreed time, dressed in jeans and a polo, something more formal to make a better impression, and I knocked on his door to let me in.

I was disappointed to arrive and see that Juan wasn’t waiting for me at the entrance. I followed the instructions and took off my shoes to enter the apartment. Stepping on the floor barefoot made me feel exposed and nervous again, recalling the ending from yesterday.

I wasn't very sure what was going to happen, but anyway, I entered the living room and found Juan again; my gaze instinctively went to the floor, once more coming upon those feet I already knew.

Juan was sitting on the sofa, focused on his laptop, and didn’t notice that I was looking at his feet. He was dressed in comfortable clothes, and without looking at me, he said:

- “Good afternoon, start in the bedroom, do a wash with the sheets. While that’s happening, sweep and mop the floor. I don’t need you to clean the kitchen today; I ate out.” He looked at me and smiled.

- “Perfect Juan, I’ll get to it,” I replied, very relieved; his smile made me feel good.

I headed to the bedroom, gathered the sheets, and put them in the wash. When I returned to the bedroom, I realized I didn’t remember where they were stored, and I had two options: search the closets or ask.

Since time was pressing, I preferred to ask Juan. So I yelled from the bedroom:

- “Juan!! Where are the sheets?” and waited for a response that didn’t come.

Instead, Juan appeared in the room. Upon seeing him, he wasn’t smiling; he approached with a serious look, and instinctively, I lowered my gaze to the floor, not daring to speak first.

- “There’s no need to shout; if you’re in doubt, come where I am and ask me normally; they’re in this wardrobe,” and he took out some clean ones and handed them to me.

- “Thanks, Juan, sorry,” I said, looking him in the eyes.

- “Don’t worry, I’ll take advantage of being here to grab some clothes and go take a shower.” He grabbed casual clothes and went to the bathroom.

I continued with my work; I didn’t need his help and focused on what I had to do. The beeping of the washing machine signaled it was time to hang them. Meanwhile, Juan had been in the bathroom getting ready; all my fears and hesitations had been for nothing. We hadn’t had much contact today, and everything had been normal.

It was 16:15; there was a quarter of an hour left until Juan had to leave, so I finished putting things away and knocked on the bathroom door:

- “Juan, I’ve hung the wash and finished the tasks,” I said happily.

- “Come in; I can’t hear you well,” he said.

I entered; he was covering himself with a towel, just having applied moisturizer, and his skin was shining. He was standing in the middle of the bathroom, occupied with his phone, I suppose waiting for the cream to soak in before getting dressed to leave.

- “Juan, I’ve hung the wash and finished the tasks,” I repeated, more nervously, recalling his phrase from yesterday.

Juan smiled a little, approached my position, and brushed against me with his belly, saying:

- “Very well, you know what comes next, maid.” I could see in his gaze that he was enjoying the situation; the way he pronounced the word ‘maid’ made me shudder.

- “Yes, Sir,” once again, I was going to lick Juan's feet, I convinced myself it wouldn't take long. And so, I got to work.

I knelt down and began to lick and suck his feet, trying to do my best and replicating what I had done yesterday.

- “Are you enjoying it?” Juan asked.

At that moment, I was sucking his big toe as if it were a pacifier; I looked up, and my gaze slipped inside the towel, seeing his cock for the first time. It was shaved and in a relaxed state, his balls were big and formed a bed; in size, it seemed normal like those I saw in the gym locker rooms.

I froze; I saw myself in a mirror in the bathroom, kneeling, sucking Juan's feet. I had been alternating between them, licking, kissing, sucking, etc. All this while he was towel-clad. I was blown away by the mental image, and at the moment our gazes crossed, I replied.

- “Yes,” I said, not quite understanding why.

Juan let the towel drop to the floor while maintaining his gaze and said:

- “You are enjoying it.” His tone had changed; he stated it.

And I nodded again; he smiled and said:

- “For today, that’s well done, maid; you can go, see you on Monday.”

- “Thank you, sir,” I said happily, and I got up to leave.

I put my shoes back on at the entrance; without his presence in the hallway, I missed him; I liked receiving his attention. I left the apartment, leaving Juan behind. I left without doubts and with fewer worries; I enjoyed obeying him, I preferred cleaning under his direction and attention rather than on my own.

I would see him again on Monday.