'Miss Drake,
We regret to inform you that due to recent missed payments, your power will be shut off...'
Barb groaned and threw the letter aside. Part of her wanted to cry, and part wanted to scream for letting her mother talk her into dropping out of college to join her in that so-called 'business opportunity' she claimed would be great for them both. Needless to say, she wasn't happy about losing the chance to become a professional chef just because that woman wanted them both to be strippers.
Now, because of that, she was broke four days out of the week, behind on rent, and since dropping out put a black mark on her resume, left her stuck at a shitty little convenience store that cost more to get to then it paid! It didn't help that her mom called every couple of days to brag about her pay, thinking it'd get her to come join her.
'I am NOT shaking my tits at strangers for a paycheck!' Barb growled to herself, snatching up the recent want ads, hoping she could find something. "Let's see...Librarian...not qualified and I can never resist taking a nap when I'm in there. Pizza delivery...no car...computer repair...college required...shit." She was about to toss the paper aside when an ad in the corner caught her eye.
'Wanted: Live-in domestic; cleaning (vacuuming, dusting, polishing, laundry primarily) moderate repair knowledge recommended, cooking skills a bonus. Must be willing to stand for long periods, able to work with others, and possibly work in slightly unfavorable weather. Room and Board, monthly pay, Five-on/Two-off work weeks, holidays off with pay.'
The dragoness' eyes lit up at that. A place to stay AND pay? And all she had to do was be a cleaning lady? She quickly tore the ad out of the paper and did a whoop of joy, taking another look at the address and contact information. "The Sparkle mansion. Isn't that that big old place outside town? Ah, who cares! I got a chance!" She ran over to the phone, calling the listed number. "Hello?...Yes, this is Barb Drake, I'm calling about the live-in domestic job. 'Please say it's still open!'...I have no problem being on my feet a lot.....No, moving there is fine! I don't any problem with that what-so-ever!...Sure, I can be there in a couple of hours, no problem...Great! I'll be there." As soon as she hung up, Barb squealed gleefully. "YES! Take that, Mom!"
After making a quick tally of what to bring with her and what to sell, Barb changed into jeans and a sweater that she hoped looked presentable. Since it was a few miles away, and the piece of crap she had the misfortune of calling her car was almost dead, she had to take the bus. The trip itself wasn't too bad, aside from the fact that by the time she arrived, she could hear a rumble of thunder in the distance.
"Well, they definitely like privacy." She told herself, looking at the way the teen foot high hedges ran around the property. The fact there was an iron fence that stuck out at spots helped drive that home.
Approaching the front gate, Barb realized that the place was...well, a little intimidating. Setting on what looked like three or four acres, the three story manor had a slightly gloomy feel to it, even with the sun out. The metal squeak of the gate didn't really help the scene when she opened it, or the constricting feel the hedge-boarded walkway to the front entrance gave her as she made her way to the front door. Large double doors greeted her when she finally arrived at the porch, both with old-style knockers. She couldn't help but wince at the loud clang when she knocked.
"Hello?" A soft female voice spoke up from the intercom by the door.
"Um, I'm Barb Drake...here about the job." She responded.
"Come in. We're in the drawing room, just off the entry hall to your left." It took a little bit of pushing, but she managed to get the door open.
The inside, while fairly normal looking for a manor room, still didn't help the gloomy feel of the place. While it was somewhat bright inside, the dark-colored walls and floor made it feel barely lit. Barb found herself wondering how anyone could live here. 'Maybe they just find it comfortable...' She told herself, narrowly avoiding walking into a piece of statuary before finding the door. 'Ok, Barb, just keep your cool and be polite.' She pushed the door open. "Hello? I-" Her voice faltered and her cheeks pinked at what she saw inside.
While the drawing room was lighter-colored, it was the three unicorn mares lounging on the sofa that had her full attention. All of them were close to a foot taller than her, and one had a broken horn. Their attire, though, was what really had her staring.
"I was almost worried no one would answer the ad." The one who spoke in the intercom said. She was lavander with a dark blue mane, and wearing a sweater...with nothing else if her bare legs were any indication. The one beside her, dark orchid with a dark red, mowhawk styled mane, had even less on in the form of tiny red jogging shorts and an equally small t-shirt that was blatantly transparent, allowing Barb a view of her plump-looking breasts. The third...orange with a red and yellow mane, was naked save for a see-through pink nightie that bared her curves for all.
"Kinda...kinda surprised myself..." Barb managed to get out, silently praying that her pants would be able to hide her slowly growing arousal.
"Well, not many jump at a job cleaning. Now, I believe introductions are needed. I'm Twilight Sparkle, this is Tempest Shadow and Sunset Shimmer."
"H-hi." She said, gulping slightly when she felt the tent trying to form.
"Ok, let's see...your qualifications..."
"Um, well, I've cleaned up my own place more than once, and was learning to be a professional cook before I left college due to a rather bad decision. As for standing a lot, I'm working at the local Fuel'n'Fries...nine to nine shifts, so there's that."
"Good...good." The one named Sunset leaned forward a bit, her breasts jiggling slightly from the movement. "Now, we have a few questions that might seem a little...personal. We just want to be sure you'll be comfortable with the work environment. First off: how comfortable are you with exhibitionism?"
Barb blinked. 'Wait, are...are they asking if I'd...' Her blush deepened at the idea of actually being seen like that. "Um, heh...w-well, I'm up for anything once. Went to a nude beach for my eighteenth birthday." 'Should I tell about loosing my virginity that same day...?'
"Ooh, now THAT answer I like. Ok, next question: how do you feel about being touched?"
'Guess they're talking about hugs and stuff.' Barb shrugged. "Don't really mind, long as it's not to scare the crap out of me. I have a habit of throwing punches when I'm scared."
"I think we can work with that. Next: your sexual preferences. This is mostly just in case there's a...'guest' or so over so there's no uncomfortable or awkward moments."
"Oh um...well, I'm more attracted to girls if that counts."
"That works. Now, it's probably obvious that we're rather relaxed..." Sunset ran a hand over her breast, pinching her nipple slightly. "How experienced are you when it comes to spontaneity?"
"Huh..?' Barb stared at the nub, still between Sunset's fingers. "Oh! Uh, um...does getting a blowjob at that nude beach count?"
"Blowjob?" Tempest joined Sunset in leaning in. "Does that mean what I think it does?"
"You're a futa?" The interest in Twilight's voice was unmistakable.
"Well, yeah..." Barb shrugged. "Been told it's nothing to be...ashamed of-"
"You're hired!" The three mares declared in unison.
The following couple of days proved to be a whirlwind for Barb. Since she'd be starting for real next Monday, she worked fast to get everything ready. Living there would let her save up a nest egg, so the furniture she had was sold and she managed to get her deposit back. When her mother found out, though...Barb shook her head. The less said about that, the better. Was a bit rich for her to complain about Barb working as a maid when she strutted around on a stage with everything hanging out.
Sure, she'd gone commando with a skirt a few times, but that was because she wanted to, dammit!
She sighed with a modest measure of satisfaction as she pulled her trunk and bags into her new room. "And thus begins my new life." The room itself was fairly normal, bed, dresser with a full-length mirror beside it, closet, and a window overlooking an ivy-covered gazebo in the back yard. They'd told her to decorate it to her taste, so she went ahead and popped the trunk open, taking out a rolled up poster.
She'd just set it aside when a knock at the door got her attention. "Come in?"
It opened to reveal Tempest, again in shorts and transparent top. She was holding a modest-looking maid uniform. "Here's your start-out uniform, Barb. If things work out, then you'll be getting the actual one next week. Twilight, Sunset, and I handle our own room, so your main duties will be keeping your room, the ground floor, kitchen and entry hall clean. This time of year the house gets rather uncomfortable when the stove is on, so we tend to order out. And there's a gardening service that comes every two weeks to handle the yard"
" That doesn't seem too bad. Wow, never seen one up close like this." Taking the uniform, she held it up to get a better look. The skirt was just above knee-high with white lace hemming and an attached apron. The top had a bit of a low cut neckline, just enough to show a hint of cleavage, with the usual poofed sleeves and a lace choker. "Kind of cute. It ok if I see how it fits?"
"Go ahead." Tempest started to turn to leave when she saw Barb didn't hesitate to start undressing. "Not worried about me seeing you naked?" She asked, her gaze drifting to the dragoness' acorn squash-sized breasts, firm with a pair of light green nipples topping them.
"Well, I saw you three nearly naked, and I already told you I'm packing meat and two veg." She pulled her pants off to show what she had dangling downstairs. She lifted her scrotum a bit to show her mound behind it. "And yes, I have a pussy."
"Oh my..." Tempest grinned. "No panties?"
"Nah...I'll wear some briefs if I'm wearing a skirt and I have to go somewhere. Otherwise I go commando with some comfy pants." She faced the mirror and held the uniform in front of her. "Hmm." Before she could start to put it on, she saw Tempest slip up behind her. "Miss Shadow...?"
"Please, " She said, gently slipping her arms around Barb. "Call me Tempest." She looked into their reflection over Barb's shoulder. "Tell me, Barb..." She smiled as Barb watched her hand slowly trailed down and run a finger over her now hardening penis, making her inhale. "When you arrived for your interview...did seeing us dressed like that arouse you? Please, be honest."
"Well, y-yes." She replied, biting her lip when Tempest gently cupped her breast. "You...you three are...hot, for lack of a better ter-ahh..." A moan escaped her as more fingers were added down below.
"That's very kind of you. You're quite the stunning sight as well." Tempest purred, squeezing the breast she had. "Your tits are magnificent. And this delicious-looking cock!" Barb squeaked and her hips bucked when she wrapped her hand around the fully erect shaft. "You should proud of sporting a beast like this."
"Th-thanks..." Barb purred at the feel of Tempest's hand slowly gliding up and down her shaft. She bit her lip slightly as she slipped her own hand down near the base.
"This brings up another thing I was picked to tell you; your new job means a bit more than just what I mentioned." She guided Barb to the bed and gently pushed her onto it. "You see, Barb, the three of us don't really go out too much." She proceeded to pull her top off, letting her rounded breasts spring free, the nipples already rock hard. "So, despite the fact we have each other, it gets a little lonely here."
"That...that must suck." Barb watched her then slowly peel off the shorts, her cock almost throbbing at the unobstructed view of Tempest pussy, her honey already trickling from it. She couldn't help licking her lips hungrily at the sight. The smile Tempest gave her indicated that was what she was aiming for.
"As for what your...other duties are," She licked her own lips as she crawled in between Barb's legs and nuzzled her cock, "Why don't I give you an example?"
"Oh god...!" Barb moaned at the feel, fisting the bed sheets to try and contain herself.
"Mmm..." Moving down to playfully boop her scrotum, she pressed her nose in and inhaled deeply. "You smell heavenly..." Cupping her, she gave each ball a kiss and slowly dragged a trail of licks and light kisses up her length.
"Oh yeah..." Barb sighed, feeling her free hand get pulled onto Tempest's head, where she gripped a handful of mane on reflex.
"My, you've been pent up for a while, haven't you." Tempest added, gently massaging her sack. "These poor things feel like they're ready to burst."
"Kinda has been a bit..." She admitted. "Work's been taking up a lot of my free time...plus some girls kinda got put off by...you know." She looked at her cock.
"Well, then. I think I know just the cure." Before Barb could respond, Tempest descended on her, taking her full length in one go and sucking hard.
"OH FUCK!" She cried out, her breath halting for a sec while the mare's head began to bob up and down on her, looking her right in the eye as she did, the smile never leaving her lips. She shivered at the feel of Tempest's tongue rasping over her balls every time she reached her base.
Tempest let out a low purr as she slurped her treat eagerly, rubbing her already soaked pussy. She bobbed once more before pulling off. "Ever done anal?"