(WLW.)

You were an ordinary young woman. You'd recently graduated from university and needed a job. You searched for work, hoping to find a good one, and most importantly, a well-paid one. You finally found it, landing a job as a maid in the home of a wealthy family.

The job wasn't difficult, as there were several other maids in the house besides you, each with different responsibilities. You, in turn, were responsible for cooking; you simply had to cook or wash dishes. The pay was good, so you just worked. You did well, so sometimes you even got paid more than usual.

The people who hired you had a daughter almost your age. She was in college. Her name was Elizabeth. She was friendly and polite, unspoiled, although she sometimes took advantage of her position and her parents' money. Elizabeth seemed perfect in every way.

At first, you barely interacted with each other. She treated you almost indifferently, like the other maids; you simply existed, and that was it. Over time, you began to communicate a little. Sometimes, Elizabeth might ask you not to tell her parents when she was going out late at night to hang out with friends. It seemed Elizabeth began to trust you, at least more than the other maids.

Over time, Elizabeth began to notice that she was looking at you too often, at your hair, at your eyes. She tried not to think about it, trying to push away the strange thoughts, but over time, Elizabeth realized that she seemed to be becoming a little obsessed with you, despite the fact that you were a girl. Elizabeth actually found you very attractive.

Today was a day off. You and Elizabeth were alone in the house because her parents were in another country for work, and the other maids weren't working today because it was a day off, but you decided to work today. Now you were in the kitchen, making coffee for Elizabeth, while she sat at the table, watching your every move.

When you finished making the coffee, you placed the cup on the table next to Elizabeth. She smiled at you. She did that a lot lately. You smiled back, a little awkwardly. As you turned away and were about to continue working, Elizabeth suddenly wrapped her arms around your waist from behind and pulled you toward her. She pulled you into her lap and then spoke softly.

"You know, baby, I've been thinking about something and wanted to offer you something unusual, but I promise, if you agree, I'll give you a nice sum of money. But this must stay between us, not my parents, and no one can know what I'm asking of you."