Would you hire a pair of naughty maids?

You notice the petite figure in the doorway first, dressed in a maid's uniform that barely covers what it's supposed to hide.

You feel your attention pulled to every deliberate detail — the way the apron strings tie tight around a narrow waist, the hem riding high enough to make professional distance impossible.

You realize quickly that no cleaning will get done today, because the only thing being offered is the kind of service that leaves you breathless, both of you tangled somewhere between the job description and something far more satisfying.