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Summer Maid by hasu86

Chapter One

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Summer Maid

Chapter One

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Kagome was beginning to wonder if he had some sort of fetish. 'Who, in their right mind, would wear this?! Oh wait, I know! Kinky people who like to play dress up! And me! Of course me. It's always me.' She thought to herself dismally.

It was quite appalling really and not to mention horrifying for her to look into the mirror and see herself in this. Black and white and ridiculously short. The hem of the one piece abomination was lace, but it did nothing to lengthen the garment.

The outfit was rather simple though, with a short sleeved lace trim black wraparound dress in a nice silky material that dipped way too low for her tastes, but the black push up bra (also apparently required, not that she needed it, her breasts were perfectly perky and just the right size in her mind) did do wonders for her boobs so she was willing to overlook the amount of cleavage threatening to spill out and say hello. A little white apron around the waist and thigh high black stockings with cute little shoes completed the ensemble. Ah, but let her not forget the lace headband that sat snugly on top of her head.

Kagome twisted a body a little to survey her back and almost cringed. Oh yeah, if she were to bend down a little too far, someone would be getting a nice eyeful of round firm ass. Her ass to be exact and she wasn't exactly thrilled by the idea.

But Kami, the money offered had been too damn good to pass up and she'd be insane to just say no to such a grand opportunity, even if she'd have to play maid and clean house.

Oh no, she wasn't some call girl on duty. On the contrary, she was a struggling grad student working towards a masters in Art History, living in Tokyo, dead broke, and almost desperate for some cash. So when her best friend, up and coming fashion designer and men extraordinaire, Jak Hamada had contacted her yesterday about a job opening too good to be true, Kagome had jumped on the chance.

Too bad she had jumped a bit too soon.

Apparently, some upper echelon business friend of his was in need of a maid and offering to pay six hundred thousand yen a week, which was more than she made in a month working at an art gallery a couple blocks away from her tiny apartment. Suffice to say, her jaw hit the floor and started running before she could stop it. Jak had just laughed behind his manicured hand and basically commanded her to take the job. Well, it was more like he had already accepted the position on her behalf and basically handed her all the specs pertaining to the job.

Required uniform. Kagome looked down at the maid outfit she was currently trying on and huffed. And she knew who designed and made it too. Who other than her Jak could come up with something so erotically innocent? She knew the moment he pulled out a shiny blue gift bag and that devious smile crossed his lips.

Be on time. Tardiness would not be tolerated.

Personal hygiene was a must. No shit. It wasn't like she went around without a shower for weeks.

Duties were to be taken seriously and if she was caught goofing off, she would be terminated on the spot, with no questions asked.

And last but certainly not least, if more time was required of her, Kagome had no choice but to accept or else risk not getting paid. Initially, this had struck a cord in her system, stirring the pot of boiling anger just waiting to explode. She was a graduate student for Kami's sake! She couldn't afford more time!

But Jak had oh so smugly pointed out that she had all the time in the world now that she was on summer break to which she had glared, slumped, and grumpily replied with a "Oh yeah, I forgot."

So now here she was, looking like she had just stepped out of a Playboy magazine and wondering if this was worth the money.

Yes. Definitely worth the money. A little skin, okay so a lot of skin, was worth six hundred thousand yen. It's not like she had never been so scantily clad before. Strip poker didn't exactly allow one to keep clothes on after all and that had merely been for a five thousand yen pot and a nice rub in the face of 'You suck Ban, now give me all your chips'.

True, circumstances were slightly different in this situation, but in essence, scantily clothed was scantily clothed. All she had to do was wear this sorry excuse of a uniform, try not to bend too much, and keep things tidy in this guy's house. No sweat.

Giving herself another once over (she actually didn't look that bad, in a triple X kind of way) Kagome started to strip off the maid outfit, intent on taking a shower after a long day at the art gallery. Dealing with a squawking toad demon bent on trying to purchase a priceless Hokusai painting all day had frayed her nerves and driven her patience up the wall. The little imp obviously didn't understand the words "Not for damn sale". She was quite ready to stuff a nearby sculpture down his throat if he didn't stop sending spittle everywhere, herself included.

Kagome released her long dark hair from its tight french twist while stifling a yawn. It had been a long day and she was beyond exhausted. Shower, sleep, and then a happy 'hello new job' in the morning.

...

"Hello new job my ass! This is ludicrous!"

It was seven in the morning and what she had deemed a house was more like a mansion that no amount of dusting could keep spotless. Unless of course she spent the whole time dusting like a mad woman, which she wouldn't, unless that's what this business guy wanted. And she'd happily comply, or at least fake the happiness about being a maid for a man who obviously had way too much money and if he knew what was good for him and his karma, he'd generously set up a fund for struggling and dead broke graduate students who lived in small cramped apartments and ate nothing but rice and ramen cause that's all they could afford.

Glancing around the sitting room, Kagome sat waiting for whoever was suppose to show her around and explain her maid duties. A long black coat covered the maid outfit and she found herself reluctant to take it off. Really now, would anyone object to her working in her coat? As long as the work was done right?

An all too familiar squawking broke through her nervousness. "Nuh uh. This can't be happening." She muttered.

The bane of her art gallery existence waddled into the room and stopped dead. "You!"

"I could say the same toad."

"Insufferable wench!"

"Kagome. You nasty little lump of crap, my name's Kagome."

Jaken flared, his bulbous eyes becoming even larger. "Why you, you--"

She took a deep calming breath before she did something she wouldn't regret. It wouldn't do to piss off her employer on the first day of work. "Look Jaken, I'm guessing you're my boss so let's skip the pleasantries or in this case insults and you can show me what I'll be doing."

The short little demon gave her a suspicious look, as if what Kagome said was all a trick and she'd pounce and rip his legs off any second.

She raised a dark brow, waiting.

Jaken relented, brushing off imaginary dust from his robes. "I am not your boss, but rather my Lord's faithful retainer Higurashi. However, if you need anything you will come directly to me instead of tarnishing him with your presence."

Kagome gritted her teeth, trying very hard to overlook his snub to her person. 'Hmm, if I can get just a little bit closer, I could accidentally kick him in the shins.'

"My Lord isn't home very often, so the chance of you meeting him is next to none. Now, follow me so I can show you around and explain what your duties are as maid of the household."

She nodded stiffly and walked a few paces behind him, tempted to kick his backside and watch him do a rolling tumble down the sunlight illuminated hall.

About an hour later, having been given an extensive tour of the place and thoroughly impressed while withstanding the sound of Jaken's grating voice, they once again stood in the living room of the mansion.

"I'm assuming you already know your hours but let me reiterate them for your feeble human brai--"

"All right you little ugly imp, I've had it up to here with your insults!" Her sapphire eyes blazed with anger and she curled up a hand and shook it in his face, a furious sneer contorting her full peachy lips. "One more and so help me Kami I will pound your face in and wipe the floor with what's left of you."

The green toad stilled the heart that was about to jump out of his chest when he felt the full force of this onna's fury. "U-Uhh, yes, well your hours are from 8am to 4pm, Monday through Friday. Weekends are on call and I'm sure I need not remind you that whenever you are needed in this house, you will come. All this part of the conditions on the contract you signed. Now take off that jacket as that is not part of the uniform and get to work in the kitchen."

She narrowed her eyes at him, smiling when he visibly shrank back and slightly paled. She undid the tie around the waist of her long coat and undid the buttons before shrugging it off and handing it to the toad.

"W-what is that?!" Jaken shrieked like a pubescent teen, staring at her maid uniform and pointing and wait, was that blood dribbling from his nose?

Kagome winced at the high pitched sound. "Umm, my uniform."

"That thing is extremely--"

"Inappropriate? An abomination? My thoughts exactly but hey, I was given this and said I had to wear it or else kiss this job goodbye. Jak isn't really someone you can exactly refuse."

"Hamada-san?"

"The one and only. Why?" Kagome asked, giving the toad an inquiring look.

"He visits sometimes."

She didn't miss the softening of his expression. Oh no, Jak wasn't tapping that was he?! She stifled a laugh and a shiver of disgust but failed miserably.

He shot her a sour look. "Hamada-san has a rather lovely assistant that he brings over occasionally."

"Ah, I see." Kagome reeled in her laughter and the disgust that came along with that rather disturbing image, letting out a sigh of relief. 'Ugh, never ever think those thoughts again unless looking to vomit. Jak would cut me into bite size pieces and eat me if he ever found out I thought he was...' She mentally cringed.

"If Hamada-san gave you that then I assume all is well." Jaken gave her another assessing look as more blood dribbled from his nose that he tried to discreetly swipe away by faking a cough.

She was pretty for a human onna. But that's all he was willing to admit. Plus, he had his heart set on that beautiful rabbit demon with docile lavender eyes that accompanied Hamada-san. That and his powerful and deadly Lord Sesshoumaru whom he served with the utmost devotion and honor.

"Okay Jaken, I guess I'll begin my maid-ly duties then."

"I expect spotless shine and--"

"Yeah, yeah and not a dust bunny in sight." She waved a hand dismissively at him, as if trying to swat away a pesky fly, which he imitated quite well sometimes if you asked her.

He spun around on his heel with a peeved expression on his face and waddled out of the room on his short legs.

Kagome once again and for the hundredth time this morning, looked down at what she wore. It wasn't that bad and the good thing was was that she would be the only one in the house, cleaning her little heart away. And it wasn't like she didn't look good in it either. Hitting the gym regularly definitely helped and balanced her rather unhealthy diet of instant ramen morning, day, and night. At least she had plenty of practice, what with cleaning a huge shrine in her younger days and its hundreds of steps.

So, placing the dainty lace headband on top of her head, Kagome got to work and reminded herself that this was worth it. Yes, six hundred thousand yen a week was worth it.

Hopefully.

...to be continued...

A/N: Hope you all found that somewhat stimulating. And six hundred thousand yen is roughly five thousand US dollars according to the current currency exchange. Hugs and kisses for reading and feedback is most appreciated!

-hasu86

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