The interview -1

Lydia was quite nervous as she drove up the driveway of the estate. She'd been working for a local housekeeping agency for the last year. They had hired her on the spot, without an interview. She did mostly on-call suburban jobs and ordinarily had her car full of supplies. But not today. Today the company had recommended her for a live-in position with a wealthy family. She'd heard mixed reviews of such jobs from women who had done so and had no idea what to expect. She'd heard the pay was usually good, and that would be welcome in her current situation. It would be the very first interview of her life, at the age of forty-five.

Like a lot of homes in Cocoa Beach, the two-story manor had a Mediterranean style with beige stucco and a red Spanish tile roof. It had an attached, three car garage on the left side. The home had multiple wrought iron sconces that held amber lenses, and decorative metal scrollwork between the windows. The home sat on a ten-acre lot, which she knew must have cost a bundle in this area. It was fenced and the immense lawn was meticulously cared for, with live oaks twisting their way out of the earth around the edges of the property.

There were several cars out in a separate parking area, and surprisingly, her ten-year-old sedan didn't look entirely out of place.

She got out and smoothed down her turquoise gypsy-style skirt and matching button-down blouse. She approached the front door and was surprised when a young, golden-haired woman opened the door and smiled widely at her. "You must be Jasmine."

Lydia stopped. "Umm, no, I'm Lydia. I'm here for the housekeeper position."

The lovely blonde cocked her head like a dog hearing a high-pitched noise. She was barefoot and wearing only a pink silk robe that barely covered her body, leaving her long shapely legs to be admired. "Hmm, I thought for sure I was right this time. Oh well. I'll be right eventually. Please come in!"

Utterly puzzled by the silly but intensely attractive woman, she stepped across the threshold into a very lovely home. The floors were tile she was happy to see, and the foyer had a warm welcoming feel using deep earth tones and greens. A large print of a painting by Gustav Klimt called "The Kiss," hung next to the archway into the main room.

"I'm Glori, by the way. It's super nice to meet you. I'm sure you'll be super happy here," the effervescent young woman said, with a happy smile.

"Who's there, Glori?" Came a husky female voice with a pleasant English accent, from the big front room.

Glori spun and hopped forward a step into the main room and looked to the right. "It's a woman for the housekeeper job!"

Lydia stepped into the big room. On the left was a modern fireplace and what must have been a very expensive entertainment system. On the right was a plush leather couch and seated upon it was a beautiful mature woman who was naked to the waist. She held a baby to her left breast.

Above the sofa hung a beautiful large print of The Brunette Odalisque by François Boucher. It depicted a curvy brunette woman reclining on her stomach, revealing a lovely round derriere. It had long been one of Lydia's favorites as she was a lifelong fan of erotic art.

Lydia waved nervously. "Hi, I'm Lydia. I have a two o'clock interview for the housekeeper position."

The woman before her was just gorgeous. Her makeup and hair were perfect. Her dark chestnut hair fell about her shoulders in beautiful waves. The woman smiled widely and cradling the baby to her, stood and walked towards them. "Wonderful. It's nice to meet you, Lydia. I'm Dana Freebody."

Dana looked over at Glori. "Would you take him and put him down for a nap?"

Lydia's eyes got wide as the sleepy child was passed over. She couldn't help but admire Dana's trim physique. She was wearing a red bikini with a lovely sheer sarong around her waist. Her bikini top had been folded down to expose her breasts. She was curvy with full breasts and a pleasantly round ass. There was still a little extra baby weight left from her pregnancy, but it suited her. The little belly pooch made her look even more warm and feminine.

"Also, would you ask Rudy to come in here, please?" Glori nodded with a wide smile and walked away carrying the child, who was happily sucking its thumb with its eyes closed.

Dana held out her hand and Lydia shook it. "That's Glori. She's one of my husband's live models and part-time nanny. She's a little flighty but a terrific person. She lives here with us."

The older woman's bare breasts were incredibly distracting, but Dana never seemed to notice her discomfort. It was at that moment it occurred to her that Dana seemed a bit old to have a breast-feeding baby. Surely, she wasn't much younger than Lydia was.

Dana took a step back and put her hand to her jaw as if inspecting Lydia. Her breasts hung enticingly with fat drops of milk leaking from her engorged nipples. Lydia's heart was racing as she imagined leaning over and licking the droplets off. "You're quite lovely. How old are you?" Dana said finally.

Lydia stammered. "I'm ahh ... forty-five."

If that factoid bothered her host, she showed no sign.

"Do you have children?"

Lydia nodded. "Yes, one of each. My daughter is in the Navy, and my son is off at college in Gainesville."

"How nice. Husband?"

Lydia shrugged, "He passed. Last year."

Dana's face fell. "Oh, I'm sorry. Was he a good man?"

Shaking her head, Lydia replied. "No."

Her host covered her mouth, hiding her sudden smile. "Well then, I'm not as sorry as I was."

Lydia laughed. "Me neither."

They both heard footsteps on the tile behind Lydia and turned as a handsome young man crossed the foyer, from another room. He was dressed in a white dress shirt with black trousers. He was tall, trim, and well-groomed with honey-blonde hair.

"Glori said you wanted me," he said.

Lydia turned in time to see a shameless look of admiration on Dana's face.

Dana chuckled. "Always." She motioned with her hand towards Lydia. "Rudy, this is Lydia, she's here for the housekeeper position."

The man smiled at Lydia. "Welcome. I'm the driver for the family and I run errands and such."

Dana touched him on the shoulder and motioned toward her breasts. "Would you help me with this? Junior isn't drinking enough."

The man smiled. "Of course."

Dana turned and sat back down on the couch, spreading her legs suggestively.

Lydia couldn't keep the surprise from her face as the man knelt between her knees, leaned over, and began to suckle at her left breast.

Dana looked down affectionately at the man, and let her fingers slide through his thick hair.

She looked back at Lydia. "Where were we?"

Lydia cleared her throat and met Dana's eyes. "Husband is dead and neither of us is sorry."

Dana smiled. "So, much housekeeping experience?"

"I was a stay-at-home mom and housewife for twenty years. And I have been working with Mobile Housekeepers for a year." The sound of the man energetically suckling distracted her. She glanced down. "Was he ... rubbing himself ... down there?" she wondered for a moment.

Dana nodded. "This house is nearly six thousand square feet and has seven bedrooms and six bathrooms. A gym, formal dining room, this great room," she spread her arms to indicate the room they were in which contained seating for at least ten around the room, angled toward or facing the entertainment center. "My husband's studio, and the library."

"You will not be responsible for cleaning the kitchen, as our cook, Stella, takes care of that. Nor my husband's studio except to empty his trash."

The beautiful older woman looked lovingly down at Rudy, as he switched to her other breast. "Rudy here, Glori, Stella and yourself, are staff and responsible for your own rooms. There are no slobs here. My stepdaughter Jessie has her own room that she shares with her current boyfriend, Dalton. You'll be responsible for her room when she's here and of course the master bedroom."

Lydia cleared her throat. "Umm ... laundry?"

Dana smiled. "Just my husband and I, and of course yourself. Maybe Jessie, I guess, but she rarely asks. We raised her to appreciate the lifestyle we have, but to still be self-sufficient. I'll bet Paris Hilton doesn't know how to iron her own clothes or cook a meal," she said with a measure of pride in her voice.

Lydia nodded and was about to reply when she heard someone whistling. She looked back to the foyer to see a lean bespectacled man, wearing only a terrycloth half-robe. He was sort of strolling while making marks on a sketchpad with a pencil.

Dana smiled. "Oh Lars, darling, come in here and meet Lydia. She's here for the housekeeper position."

The man looked up and smiled at his wife. Lydia was shocked when the fact that an adult man was sucking on his wife's tits, didn't even register on the man's face. He turned to Lydia and did a double take. He walked into the room and set the pad and pencil down on a chair without taking his eyes off her.

He approached Lydia slowly, examining her from head to toe. He walked around her as if he was examining a car he wanted to buy. It made Lydia a little nervous. His dark curls seemed unkept in a wild but not unattractive sort of way, and his hazel eyes seemed to examine every detail of her body. She felt her pulse race as he removed his wire frame glasses. Lars smiled at the tall, curvy woman.

"I umm ... I was wondering what happened to the previous housekeeper," Lydia asked.

Dana smiled as she watched her husband. "Oh, she got pregnant. Decided to get a less demanding job." She frowned slightly and looked at Lydia. "You're not planning on having any more children, are you?"

Lydia started. "Oh heavens no. After Kim was born, I had my tubes tied."

Dana grinned. "How wonderful," she purred.

Her reply struck Lydia as odd, and she was about to remark on it when she felt Lars' hand upon her shoulder.

"My dear, you are incredibly attractive. Would you mind disrobing for me?" he asked without any hesitation or shyness in his expression.

Lydia's shock was evident on her face. "Would I mind ... what?"

Dana spoke up. "My husband is an artist. He paints nudes." She looked at her husband lovingly. "He's also somewhat lacking in social graces. He once asked the mayor's wife the same question at a dinner party."

Lars was in his own little world at that moment. Lydia was exquisite in his eyes. About five feet, eight inches tall, she had large breasts and hips, with a round ass that would have made Botticelli weep for joy. She had a Mediterranean skin tone and deep black hair that was worn short in a style that curved around her face, to the edge of her jaw. Her green eyes were captivating.

Dana looked down and laid her hand on Rudy's shoulder. "That's enough, sweetie."

Rudy nodded and stood up. She handed the tall man the towel she had across her belly, who wiped his chin with it. "I'm going into town for groceries unless there's something else you need," the tall man said.

Dana shook her head and rose from the couch. She saw the shocked look on Lydia's face had changed to recognition.

Lydia looked at the half-naked man. "You're the Lars Freebody?" The man simply smiled and nodded. Lydia couldn't believe it. Lars Freebody was considered a modern contemporary of the famous artist of the late 1800s, John Williams Waterhouse. Freebody's work was sometimes discounted by critics as it leaned toward the risqué and erotic. But that didn't keep his paintings from selling for obscene amounts of money and prints of his work selling like hotcakes.

"I've been such a fan of your work. I have three of your prints at my apartment," she said softly. She shrugged shyly. "Small ones."

The man barely heard her. He looked at his wife, excited. "She's perfect. Hire her."

Dana laughed and nodded. "My husband is entering a new 'period' if you will. Like Picasso had his 'blue period'. He wants to do more ... Rubenesque women now, like Botticelli. I had a feeling he might like you."

Lars was nodding emphatically. He pulled a cell phone from the pocket of his robe. "If you won't disrobe for me, may I take a photograph?"

His face was so earnest and innocent. "I umm ... of course. Please." Lydia replied, feeling unusually good.

The man smiled and stepped to the side a few feet trying for better light before he took the photo. "Thank you. I would very much like to paint you. I hope you come here to stay with us." Then he turned and stepped into the foyer again.

Lydia turned back to Dana. "My husband didn't like my ... figure. He called me fat. And I suppose he was right, I found it very difficult to lose all the weight after our second child."

Lydia heard the man's bare feet stop on the tile floor behind her, and she turned to him. "Nonsense, my dear. The man sounds like an idiot. You've a fine hourglass figure with ripe hips and bust; I cannot wait to see you naked." The man turned again and walked away after picking up his pad and pencil.

Dana was tying up the top of her bikini. She then picked up her sunglasses and turned back to Lydia with a grin. "Well, I think we know where my husband stands on your hiring and I think ... I think you'd be a good fit here." She grabbed up a magazine. "Why don't you take a tour of the house, and see what you're getting yourself into? No room is off-limits." She smiled. "There is no Bluebeard's forbidden room here," she said with a giggle. "Then go home and think it over. Call me tomorrow."

Much to Lydia's surprise, Dana stepped right up to her, and their breasts touched as she leaned forward and placed a light kiss on Lydia's lips. Then she spun and stopped just short of exiting through a glass door onto the lanai. "And as for your salary ..." she began and then gave Lydia a yearly figure before stepping outside and closing the door.

Lydia stood rooted in place, staring after the gorgeous woman. She could still feel the kiss and found herself strangely excited. The salary was nearly twice what she'd expected. Add to the fact that she would not be paying rent or a mortgage, utilities, food, nor commuting every day, it would be quite the windfall. With her late husband's medical and credit card bills outstanding, it would be the difference between just scraping by and actually having a life again.

The house seemed full of beautiful people who clearly had no personal boundary issues. Also, she had been complimented on her attractiveness twice in twenty minutes, once quite persistently. It wasn't all that unusual the last year or so, but it was usually some barfly trying to get into her panties. But before that, it would have been a rare thing indeed. She was feeling extraordinarily good about herself.