Arilia

  transgender, lesbian, exhibitionism, servant

  [colpse]

  Refuge 2.3: ?? Housekeeping

  "What kind of skills does she have?” I asked. Lily and I were discussing one of the newcomers figuring out their pce in the community, who asked to stay in our cabin.

  “Ceana doesn’t have much experience with skills the community really needs. She graduated high school with honors a few years ago, but then bounced around between a bunch of minimum-wage jobs as an adult.”

  “Why not college?”

  “Got a schorship, but couldn’t go. Had to work to support her sick mom. The dad was out of the picture long ago.” Lily sighed and shook her head. “Her mom passed st year. The schorship wasn’t avaible anymore, so she started taking courses at a community college, and hoped to get into a 4-year university some day.”

  “That’s rough.”

  “Yeah.”

  “She sounds smart, and probably could learn to help out with something the community needs. How can she contribute until then?”

  Lily shrugged her shoulders. “The kitchen has plenty of workers already, and she has no experience with wilderness survival or firearms, so she can’t immediately help with hunting, security, or stuff like that.”

  My girlfriend paused a moment. “When I told her this, she… uh… she asked to be our housekeeper.”

  I blinked. “Wait, what?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I’m… not sure how I feel about that. I don’t want her to think she owes us anything personally. And gosh, I’ve never even hired a maid before, or wn maintenance, anything like that!”

  “Same.”

  “Huh.”

  “Ours, and others, I think. It kinda makes sense. Helping people clean up can give others more time to focus on other jobs. Even so…” she hesitated. “I get the sense… there might be something else to it.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah. Not sure what.”

  “Okay.” I took a breath. “Well, doesn’t hurt to talk it over. She’s outside?”

  Kira nodded, then brought the young woman in.

  Her attire made her look older than her age. The bright red hair atop her chalky-white, freckled face was done up in a tight crown braid, with just a hint of makeup. A professional-looking bck dress with a white colr covered her thin body, like the sort of uniform you’d see hotel staff wear. I hadn’t seen anyone else wearing something like that. Did she bring the outfit with her? I didn’t want to pry.

  I offered a welcoming smile. “Hi, I’m Navalea, nice to meet you.”

  “Ceana MacLeanach,” she responded with a faint accent and slight curtsey.

  Huh.

  “No need for that,” I gestured for her to sit. I’d never seen someone actually curtsey before.

  “Oh, I know, I just grew up that way. Polite habits drilled into me by my mom,” she said cheerfully as she bounced onto a seat. “Is it okay?”

  “Oh, absolutely!” I reassured her. “I just don’t want you to feel pressured to act any certain way.”

  “Okay!” she said with a bubbly smile.

  “So, Lily said you wanted to be our… housekeeper?” I paused a moment. “I’ll be honest, I don’t know how I feel about that.”

  Ceana looked crestfallen. I felt like I’d just kicked a puppy.

  “I mean,” I stumbled out more words, “You can do what you want, of course! I just don’t want you to feel… obligated to help us. We have a lot of people in this cabin, and have been handling things okay.”

  “Oh!” she brightened up, then shook her head. “No, I understand that. I’ll be helping clean all the cabins and other buildings. I just…” She thought for a moment. “Lily was kind to me on the road, and you’re her friends, so I’d feel safer staying with you than complete strangers.”

  I looked over to Lily. “Fine by me,” my girlfriend said.

  I took a deep breath, then let it out. “Okay. If you ever change your mind, please let us know?”

  “Oh, I know. I want to do this,” Ceana responded with a bright smile. “I want to feel useful, you know? Not just leeching off your generosity. I’d be happy to help keep the area around the cabin neat and tidy, run errands, whatever your household might need.” A faint flush touched her incredibly pale cheeks. “If I can join?”

  “We’ll have to check with Kira and her boyfriend Jurien, but I think they’ll be okay with it. You can rest here for now, if you want.”

  ~~~~~

  Ceana jumped straight into her work, starting to go around and meet everyone that day. Then the next day, she knocked on the door in the te morning hours.

  I looked up from the fantasy novel I was reading. “Come in!”

  She entered in that snappy housekeeping outfit, pushing a cleaning cart. “Hey there, Navalea! I’m just making the rounds.”

  “How’s it going?”

  “Pretty good. Most people are really nice and friendly!” Her face drooped a little. “Others, not so much.”

  “Yeah, some people will be assholes.” I offered a reassuring smile. “Don’t let it get you down.”

  “I won’t!” she said in a chipper voice, and pushed the cart into the bathroom, where she remained a while.

  I returned to reading my book.

  After she came out, she started cleaning the main room, tidying up the beds, folding and tucking in sheets. I gnced over as she kneeled down to clear dust and debris from under one of the beds.

  I blinked.

  Then looked quickly away. Back at my book. Feeling myself blushing.

  I tried to continue reading, but struggled to make any progress.

  “Is everything okay, Miss?” her soft voice snapped me out of my reverie. Ceana had stood up, and was tidying up our bedsheets, but looked my way briefly.

  “Oh, yes, I just was a bit surprised, that… well…”

  Is it rude to ask?

  I felt like I’d started a sentence I couldn’t easily back out of. I tried to keep things casual, friendly, as I continued, “I’m just surprised it’s… comfortable, to do work without, um, underwear on?”

  “Oh, same here. I usually wear panties,” she responded cheerfully and continued straightening out the bed. “I just felt like being a little more free in our home, I suppose?” She shrugged while going about her work. “Everyone in this cabin seems so open about things. It’s nice! Don’t worry, I’ll put them back on before leaving.”

  She leaned over the bed to tuck the sheet into the opposite side, giving me another view up her dress. A view of fuzzy, untrimmed red hair sparsely covering pretty pussy lips between pale, freckled thighs.

  I felt my heart thudding.

  “Well, I’m… gd you feel comfortable here,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. I realized I hadn’t understood a single thing I’d read on the current page of my book. I had to go back and re-read everything over again.

  Ceana finished cleaning up. Then she picked up her panties from the cart, gave me another fsh as she tugged them back on, and left the cabin.

  Lily got back ten minutes ter. My girlfriend was barely inside the door before I pushed her up against a wall, quickly leaving us breathless and sweaty.

  ~~~~~

  In the afterglow, I told Lily how Ceana apparently felt comfortable with nudity, like Kira did. I didn’t want to hide anything from her. Lily shrugged her shoulders. We’d seen a lot more from other people. I suppose she was right?

  The next day, I didn’t have anything to do, so I slept in. By the time I woke up the cabin was empty. I knew Kira was on patrol, while Jurien was inspecting the dam again. Constant risk of damage from aftershocks. Lily left a note that she needed to help fix something with the community’s internal computer network.

  I woke up still feeling incredibly frisky, so I pulled out the toy Kira had given me. Naked on my bed, I started caressing my breasts and quickly thrusting into the fleshlight, while my other hand pushed fingers into my pussy.

  I was on the verge of a fast climax when the door rapped with a sharp knock.

  Fuck!

  Ceana was already here? I didn’t realize I’d slept that te!

  “Just a moment!” I called out and quickly threw a sheet over myself, then turned onto one side, trying to hide my erection while pulling out the book. “Okay, come in!”

  Ceana entered the same as st time, pushing her cleaning cart in front of her. “Sorry, am I interrupting?”

  “No, not at all,” I said in a somewhat strangled voice.

  “I can come back…”

  “It’s okay.” I responded more firmly, and gestured casually around the room, while pretending to be focused on my book.

  She nodded and came in, starting to tidy up the various beds. When she turned away and her dress hiked up, I didn’t look, but just being aware of her presence made it impossible for my arousal to go back down.

  Then her voice grabbed my attention. “If you wouldn’t mind, could you move to the table for a minute?” she asked and gestured to my bed.

  My bed. I felt like an idiot. I was so worked up, I’d forgotten she’d get to it eventually.

  “Oh, um, that’s okay. You can skip it today.”

  “It’s really no trouble.”

  “Well, um, I…”

  “Miss, it’s…” she paused. “It’s okay if you’re not clothed,” she said, still in that calm cheerful tone, without a hint of shyness. “We’ve both seen that a few times already, while changing clothes and showering and stuff.”

  “Oh. Okay.” I guess that was a good point? Roommates will inevitably see each other naked sometimes. It just felt different now, for some reason.

  I felt my cheeks burning. I hesitated a moment, then slipped out from under the sheet, and pulled my panties under the shirt dangling down over my hips. That didn’t do much to hide my arousal; there was no way to tuck things in when I was that hard.

  I tried to ignore it. Quickly sat down at the table, struggling to actually read my book. The chair under my butt felt cold through the panties.

  “Thank you, Miss,” Ceana said without missing a beat, and started tidying up my bed. No awkward looks, no comments, just professionally continuing her work.

  After she finished, she pushed the cart back towards the front door. She paused a moment, then said without looking at me, “If you ever need help with anything else, please let me know.”

  Then she left. I breathed a sigh of relief.

  Maybe she was right. We’d seen each other naked a lot over the past few days, and I was just masturbating. No big deal.

  Right?

  …then I saw the fleshlight ying atop the dresser at the end of the bed.

  Which I’d left under the sheets.

  ~Kill me now!~