Slave to Awesomeness

Chapter 6:A House Warming Gift
I awoke to the feeling of someone shaking my shoulder, much like I had tried to wake up Ms. Dash. I just stayed still, trying to get some extra time of glorious unconsciousness. I realized that before, referring to her as such made me feel kind of odd but now it seemed fine. In fact, it sounded professional and that’s what I needed to sound like. After all, I was officially a fully fledged member of the labor force now.

I smirked mentally at my parents first assumptions that I wouldn’t be able to find employment.

Hah! I guess they owe me an apology. Then again I can’t exactly imagine my parents being proud of my current job, least of all my father, but this was what I needed. A nice and steady entry level job because that’s where I was at now. The entry point into the real world, as it were.

Besides, I did plan on going to college sometime in the future and having a job would look good on my application with the experience and what not.

I could envision it now, the person interviewing me would be so impressed that they would only agree with my decision to study to become an anesthesiologist.

That would have to wait though as I was once again shaken. This time whoever was disturbing me knew I was awake now.

“Mister Carmichael? I could tell by her voice that it was the receptionist. Mrs. Scribe, I think her name was. “Are you awake?”

I give her a slight grumble in response and straightened up in the chair I was sleeping in.

“Um, yeah, hey.”

She shakes her head and looks down at me with a smirk. “Sleeping in the lobby, on your first day no less, like some drunk colt who couldn’t remember where his house was? Impressive indeed, Mister Carmichael.”

That got a reaction out of me as I bolted up, wide awake now.

“Um, well you see…” Before I could come up with a good enough excuse to explain my hobo-esque manner, she cut me off with what I realized was a good natured chuckle.

“Not to worry Mister Carmichael. I am well aware that Ms. Dash was going to be up quite late tonight, interviewing you all.” She gave me an understanding smile before she continued, “How did it go? Seeing as you are the only pony, I mean, um, person standing I can assume you that it was in your favor?”

I smile and point back at Chloe who was in a chair not too far off from us. “I’m not the only one who got lucky. We both got the job.”

That seems to give her pause as she looks between Chloe and I a few times, trying to think of why there were two of us here.

“What?” is all she manages to say.

“Well, we both didn’t fit the full requirements so we decide to ask her if we could come as a two-part package. She seemed to agree”

“You know that each Wonderbolt’s quarters come with only one maid’s room right?”

“Yeah, I know but we’ll work something out. I’m sure I can sleep somewhere else, on the couch if really necessary.”

She got a devious smile on her face, which worried me slightly, and accompanied those eyes that were much larger and so much cuter than a humans and you had one sexy looking receptionist.

“Work something out mmhhh? You know that sleeping with co-workers is against the rules, right Mister Carmichael?”

Why was everyone on this damned planet so obsessed with sex?!

Any normal guy would either laugh or say something suggestive but, that’s right, you guessed it, I just stood there with my mouth open and my face getting progressively redder by the second. At this point I was probably going to go into cardiac arrest.

As I stood there, staring at her dumbfounded and surprised that she would just break her professionalism so easily for a little fun, she put a hand on my shoulder and burst out laughing much like Chloe and I had in front of Ms. Dash.

When she was done, she looked up at me with that that smile, “But rules are meant to be broken after all, aren’t they?”

This actually got a chuckle out of me. The chuckle turned into a full blown laugh and soon enough, she was laughing along with me. As the hilarity of the conversation died off, we heard some movement to the right of us.

I looked over to see Chloe shuffling about in her impromptu sleeping place, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and stretching her arms and legs in an effort to shake off the inviting embrace of rest.

The way her shirt got tighter and tighter around her torso the more she stretched was certainly noticeable. Not like I was blatantly staring at her chest or anything.

Mrs. Scribe caught me looking at Chloe and the in a split second that annoyingly sexy and somehow smug smile was all over her face.

God, this planet was doing something to corrupt me because I’m usually not so prone to glancing at women.

I was never innocent; I mean I was a teenage male after all, but seriously. I mean come on, I never thought I would be thinking that a married woman’s, or pony’s in this case, smile would be something I’d describe as sexy.

Between all the sex innuendos and all the good looking people and ponies around me, it felt like I was hitting puberty again, only this time surrounded by some of the most beautiful beings I’ve ever seen.

Come to think of it, I haven’t seen one bad looking pony or person sense I’ve gotten here. Not even one that could be described as average, let alone anyway under that mark. Every single mare (and stallion for that matter) was at least a solid seven.

Snapping out of my admittedly appealing thoughts I could see that Chloe was beginning to get out of her chair. With one final yawn she opened her eyes and looked directly at me.

“Well, someone looks ready to tackle the day.”

“Um, thanks. I guess” came my awkward reply.

She just did that laugh that seemed to spread joy to those who heard it. Well, at least to me. “What time is it anyway?”

Mrs. Scribe looks to the clock with a sense of trepidation present on her face, “8:23, almost time for work kids”. She gives us both a smile and waves to the chairs. “You might as well take a seat. I believe Ms. Rainbow will be here at any moment.”

You nod to her and take a seat as you notice her change in mood and posture. She adorned a slightly posh accent and her shoulders and back were straight. I’ve realized that I didn’t notice these things disappear before during our casual talk. It seems that she could let her mane down after all.

Chloe took her seat next to me and let out a sigh, “You ready for this?”

I turn to her a give her a nod, “As ready as I’ll ever be. It can’t be that bad be right? I mean it’s our first day and we’re maids. I’m sure we’ll just be doing basic everyday things anyway.”

She nodded to me and then turned to look out the nearby window. The sun hit her face and made her hair shine.

By now Mrs. Scribe was at behind the receptionist desk and I looked over to and saw that she had caught me staring. She gave me that smile and added a waggle of the eyebrows, just to tease me further.

I stuck out my tongue at her and made a face. I wasn’t looking at anything lewd. It was the back of her head for fucks sake!

She just chuckled and put her tongue between two of her fingers and somehow, smiled even more deviously than before. And there we go again; I’m frozen and as red as a tomato. She tries her best to mute her laughter with her hand.

After a few minutes I had recovered and looking at the clock, I could see that it was going to be 8:30 in a few seconds. I mentally and physically prepared myself for my new boss to walk out of the interview hall. I was instead greeted with the sight of the Wonderbolt’s team Capitan, Spitfire.

“What was my time, Elegant?” she says with a challenging smile on her face.

It took me a while to realize that the question was directed at Mrs. Scribe. Huh, Elegant Scribe. It was a good name. It suited her pretty well in my opinion.

Think about this brought up a point that still me. How did ponies name their kids when they were born? From my understanding, ponies aren’t born with their ass tattoos or more proper name, Cutie marks, yet these symbols have been recorded to always be in line with their name and what that pony will do for a living or in the future. While some names didn’t follow their lives and Cutie marks to the specific detail there was always the relevant semblance between pony and Cutie mark. I would have to do some research up on it later.

“You missed it by 7 seconds Spitfire.” Elegant informed her.

“Darn, maybe tomorrow” she almost whispered in a cheerful manner.

Elegant just shook her head and laughed. “These are Ms. Dash’s new maids, Spitfire.” she said as she pointed to Chloe and I.

She turned her head and gave us a smile and wave and then did a double take, “Wait, two of them?”

“Yes, Ms. Dash deemed it fit that she would need two maids. From my understanding, none of the candidates fit the requirement list entirely so these two decided to pool their efforts together and become a team of sorts, or a duo I suppose. I hope Ms. Dash did not break any violations in hiring two people for the job.”

“Oh no, its fine. Just didn’t expect it was all.”

She comes over to shake our hands and introduce herself.

“Hey, I’m Spitfire, Capitan of the Wonderbolt’s. On behalf of the entire staff I would like to welcome you aboard.” Her smile was genuine and her handshake was firm and commanding. Two contrasting greetings if I’ve ever seen one.

“Hey, I’m Chloe O’Neill” and before I can get a chance to introduce myself, she does for me, “and this is Andrew Carmichael”

“Well, like I said, welcome aboard. If you guys need anything or if Rainbow pushes you guys around to hard just give me a holler,
a’ight?” Chloe laughs and thanks her while I just smile and nod.

“Well I gotta start training. You guys have a good day, kay? That goes for you too Elegant.”

“And too you too Spitfire,” she says with a distinct cool tone of voice.

As Spitfire leaves to go to the training grounds, I can see Chloe positively gleaming about something.

“What’s got you so excited all of a sudden?”

She turns to me with a smirk of evil incarnate adorned on her face whispers, in what I assume was meant to be a demonic voice, “Now I’ve got someone to tattle-tale our new boss on.”

“Being a tattle-tale, really? I’d have expected better from you Miss O’Neill,” the slightest hint of a playful tone in my voice.

“Pffff, whatever Carmichael. It’s just job security,” she states matter of-factly.

“How so?”

“Sweet, sweet blackmail.”

I just laugh and shake my head in mock disappointment. “Whatever am I going to do with you, young lady?”

“Whatever you want with me, killer,” she says in a sultry voice, putting her index finger on my lips. My deadpan stare doesn’t discourage her in the slightest. “Just watch out though, Rainbow might get jealous.”

You know what I ain’t even mad. I burst out laughing and she soon joined in. Elegant just looked at us oddly from her desk before chuckling and getting back to work.

Speaking of work, where was Ms. Dash? Looking at the clock told me it was 8:40 now and there was still no sign of her. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. She and another Wonderbolt, Soarin’ burst into the reception area.

“Aw, crap I’m 10 minutes late. Spits is gonna kill me” Soarin’ muttered in despair, trying to pull on one of his boots and walk to the training grounds door at the same time.

“Spitfire is at the training grounds now Soarin’. You best hurry up.” was Elegant’s response to him.

“Thanks Elli.” He looks over to Chloe and I, sitting in our chairs. “Oh hey new guys! I’m Soarin’, can’t talk right now, see you later.”

Not a moment after and he is through the door. He didn’t seem to notice or care that the position was now filled by two people.
Either way, I’m sure I would get to met him later.

Rainbow Dash just chuckles and then looks us over.

“Why you guys so wrinkly?”

I looked to my suit and realized that it was covered with creases from sleeping in it. I looked over to Chloe and her clothes were in no better state.

“Whatever,” she states as she shrugs. “Sorry ‘bout being late, just forgot to turn on my alarm.”

“Not a problem,” we both say in perfect unison.

“O…kay. Not weird at all. You guys are a team and all but you don’t have to talk like that.”

“It wasn’t intentional Ms. Dash,” I tell her, almost apologetically.

She smiles “No problem. And you don’t have to calm me Ms. Dash. Actually, don’t. At all.”
Chloe and I nod understandingly and get up as she motions for us to come with her. She leads us down the interview hall towards her room.

“Did you guys sleep in that room?” she asks, looking back at us.

“Um, yeah kind of.” Chloe responds awkwardly.

“You know that there are chairs in any of the rooms, if you like sleeping on those so much,” she states with a laugh.

“Oh, Chloe was already asleep and I was basically there. And carrying her would have been a potentially awkward situation.” I flash Chloe an apologetic smile. She just smiles back in return.

“You just didn’t want to get caught out on your first day, did you lover boy?” she says, obviously bring up Chloe’s comment from last night.

This time, it’s me who laughs first and I can see Chloe visibly stutter out of the corner of my eye.

I quickly pick up on Rainbow’s joke, “Oh, she was all but throwing herself at me last night. I had to be somewhere public just to dissuade her from mounting me like an animal!” I state in classic damsel in distress voice. I fan myself with my hand, the perfect finishing touch.

Chloe punches me in the shoulder and gives me glare that I’ve given her many a time since we’ve met. Rainbow and I just laugh at her embarrassed and admittedly cute expression.

“You guys really are a weird couple, aren’t you?” Rainbow asks, obviously rhetorical.

Wait…what? Couple? You look to Chloe and find she is just as confused as you are, if not, more so.
Before either of us can correct Rainbow were at her quarters.

“This here is my place,” she sweeps her hand across the view of the place.

Marble floors and walls and everything is white or grey. A sense of pride fills her as she says “Designed this bad boy myself. Anyway, moving on.”

She walks up the marble steps that lead to the first floor and takes a down a hallway into a room with two beds, a bathroom and a spacious closet. The floors and walls were still marble. From here on in, I could assume that her quarters were basically coated in marble, on the inside at least.

“This is your room guys. I guess you can find the kitchen and the other things later on by yourself, right?”

We both nod an affirmative and she continues with the tour. When we get to a room with a poster of her on the door, I can guess
who the room belongs to.

Before we go in she stops and looks to us, “I guess you can see that this is my room. I’ve gotta go to practice really soon and when I come back it would be really cool if you guys could clean it up for me.”

With that she opens the door and Hell is unleashed upon my soul.

The first thing I notice is the smell. It’s like sweat and vomit had a love child. The room is pretty much trashed with clothes and bits of food and other things lying about. Her laundry basket is filled to the brim. We step inside and look into her bathroom to survey the damages. My feet meet water that was probably from a shower she had this morning. The sink is dotted in some kind of fungus and a tooth brush is in the shower. Not to mention that there are globs of toothpaste on the mirror. I exit the bathroom and look at her with a disbelieving stare.

I liked being clean and I wasn’t exactly a clean freak but this was a violation of our most basic human rights. She wanted us to clean this up?!

As if reading my mind, she gave me her best apologetic smile and a nervous laugh while wringing her hands together. Her eyes had widen in size and she swayed about on the tips of her feet. Meanwhile Chloe just came out of the bathroom, probably with a case of PTSD.

“Heh, well I told you I was messy…” I just nodded.

“Do you think you can just this done by the end of the day?”

I couldn’t even answer that. Chloe came to my rescue though. With shaky breath, she muttered and answers “Uh, y-yeah. We got this, right Andrew?” I just looked at her incredulously.

“Ohreally?Cleaingstuffisunderthesinkandyoucantakeaslongasyouneed.Thanksguysyourthebest.Bye!” One rushed jumbled sentence and she was out the door in a dash. I couldn’t even appreciate the pun.

I feel Chloe grab my shoulder and turn me towards her, “Well, shit.”

Again, it seems that I will remain mute as I just nod.

“Well, the faster we start ,the faster we’re done.” I sigh and head off into the bathroom to gather cleaning supplies with her.

Author's Note

Hey guys! I'm back, sorta...
Anyway, sorry about the incredibly long wait and all that. A lot of my procrastination was because of being busy but a fair amount was because of laziness.

If you guys find any errors or have any questions send me a P.M and I'll probably reply the day after I get it. Thanks again, to those of you that favorited and liked this sad excuse for a story.
Hope you guys enjoy this chapter! The next one should be coming next Sunday or Monday depending on my schedule. Here's hoping for the best.
Sincerely,
T.X.B