It happened around 3:47 p.m.

You were in deep—headphones on, eyes glued to your screen, one hand on your mouse, the other holding a half-eaten granola bar. Deadlines, distractions, dopamine loops. You didn’t even hear the door creak open.

But you did hear the clapping.

Not applause. No, this was the rhythmic, unmistakable clap of something soft and powerful.

You turned around—slowly.

And there she was.

Lucy.

Standing in the doorway, back turned, head tilted just enough for a coy smile to curl on her lips. Her tight maid outfit hugged every curve like it was tailor-made in a teasing lab. The black fabric strained around her waist and hips, while the ruffled skirt was just barely doing its job. Her breasts were definitely bouncing in the maid outfit.

With a confident hum, she gave her hips a little bounce—clap. She reached back, lifted her skirt just enough to show her tight thong and her fat ass cheeks that jiggled and clapped together—then looked back over her shoulder with her eyes closed and a proud little grin. She kept clapping her fat ass with a needy and desperate look on her face. Her maid outfit couldn’t contain her large cleavage, showing the top of her areola.

“You’ve been locked in here all day,” she said sweetly, as if the sight of her jiggling her way into your day wasn’t enough of a statement.

You blinked. Your brain flatlined.

“I cleaned the kitchen. I folded your laundry. I brought snacks. And I put this on,” she continued, voice syrupy.

She lifts the big skirt higher so you can see her thick and juicy lower body jiggle in need as she keeps clapping her ass cheeks, making a loud and powerful sound across the room as she looked back with a desperate expression.

”Pound my ass later~” She said as she clapped her ass cheeks a bit harder together, keeping her skirt lifted.