Janet van Dyne giggled as she flounced around the mansion in her tight, skimpy maid's outfit. It showed off so much of her cleavage that her huge tits looked about to fall out and her skirt was so short that it barely concealed her butt, and left most of her legs, in their fishnet stockings, visible for everyone to see.
She giggled against as she ran her feather duster over the books (silly books!), making sure everything was spic and span. She liked cleaning! She liked doing a good job for her master and mistress. Maybe if she did a good job, her master would fuck her with his giant throbbing cock (she knew that if she did a bad job, she'd be spanked so bad!).
Janet felt so lucky to work in Homemaker Hills. Sometimes she had some thoughts that this was strange -- that she wasn't supposed to be a servant in a mansion, that she owned a mansion herself. But whenever that thought got too strong, she giggled and shrugged. It was so silly!
"Janet is good maid!" she loudly announced to the empty room.
Saying that turned her on.
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Meanwhile, a decidly different woman was walking in the Pink Light District.
Jubilee was sauntered down the street, her long black stiletto boots clicking on the sidewalk, her tight ass bobbing back and forth inside her tight black leather hot pants. Her hair was spiky, her face covered in numerous piercings, and she had a cigarette between her full black lips.
She adjusted her leather jacket around her tits. She looked tough, punk. And also very slutty. A hooker who knew the streets and wouldn't take any shit from anyone. She took a puff of her cigarette and glowered at the nervous person in front of her.
"So, yer Big Daddy's new whore, huh?" she said. "Well, trust ol' Jubes to show yah the ropes."