Title: The French Maid
Author: John O'Connor
Email: lushcoltrane@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17.
Pairings: Sam and Janet.
Date: 20 April 2004.
Series: None.
Website: http://www.asstr.org/~John_OConnor/
Disclaimer: "Stargate SG-1" and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, SciFi Channel, Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author.
Summary: Who says you can't get good help anymore?
A very tired Sam Carter got out of her car and fumbled with her keys as she neared the front door. Just as she got the keys sorted out, the door itself opened.
"Welcome 'ome, Ma'am'zelle."
Sam stood googly-eyed at the vision before her. There was a petite woman with her reddish-brown hair tied up loosely under a maid's hat. The shapely body was clad in a stereotype black and white maid's outfit.
And what an outfit. Sam's eyes traveled from the black stiletto heels over the fishnet stockings to the very short black dress. The dress itself was low-cut, showing an amazing amount of cleavage, with short, turned-up sleeves. The skirt ended just below the junction of the shapely thighs. Lastly, white lace gloves covered the hands, one of which held an archaic feather duster with a carved wooden handgrip and a knob at the end.
"Pleeze entre, Ma'am'zelle. Yoo must be very tired, nez-pa?
"Um, I... What is going on?"
"I em zhe maid. I am to zee zhat your every need eez provided for. Doctor Frazehr was ve-ery speezific. Now, pleeze zit and be comfortable."
Sam walked into the living room and sat on the couch. She was completely lost but decided to go along with whatever Janet had up her sleeve.
The maid knelt at her feet, setting the feather duster aside. Then she removed Sam's boots and socks. Sitting on her heels, the woman cradled Sam's foot in her lap and gently massaged it. Sam's head fall back as a sigh escaped her lips.
"Oooo... Zo...I mean...so, what is your name? And don't stop what you're doing with my feet. It is heaven."
"Je m'appelle ees Babette. I am from Franze. Would Ma'am'zelle care for zee bubbly bath?"
"A bubbly...uh, bubble bath? I haven't had one of those for... Sounds heavenly."
Babette nodded and smiled, "Oui, Ma'am'zelle. Eet ees tres bien."
The maid released Sam's foot and stood. "I weel prepare your bath. Pleeze take your time getting ready."
Turning her back on the tired, but very intrigued major, the maid bent at the waist, her legs straight, to retrieve the duster.
Sam could care less what was being picked up. She was gazing in admiration at those fishnet-stockinged legs.
The seams running up the back were straight as an arrow and practically parallel - given the natural curves of the woman's slender legs. There was white skin exposed at the tops of the stockings that was framed by the black lace garter straps. And Sam could see, hidden by the white ruffles of the short skirt, black, lace panties that were too tight, exposing some white, round flesh.
'It's practically a g-string,' Sam thought.
The maid disappeared into the bedroom and shortly, Sam detected the sound of water spilling into the tub. With a sigh, she heaved her tired body up and entered the bedroom. On the bed was a short, white terrycloth robe.
Stripping and tossing her clothes to the side, she pulled the robe on and entered the steamy bathroom. The tub was brimming with bubbles and looked incredibly inviting.
"Eet ees ready, Ma'am'zelle. Let me 'elp you."
Babette stood behind Sam and reached around to the knot. As she undid the belt, her arms brushed Sam's breasts. The tall blonde's nipples hardened quickly.
Warm breath flowed over Sam's shoulder as the robe was gently removed. It was exceedingly erotic. Sam shivered slightly.
"Eez Ma'am'zelle cold?"
"No," Sam said a bit too quickly.
Babette, subtlely eying the naked for before her, held out her gloved hand. "Pleeze, let me 'elp you eento zee tub."
Sam took her hand and stepped into the warm water. She slowly sank beneath the suds and lay back, a contented sigh escaping her lips.
"Eez zhe water to your sateezfaczuhn, Ma'am'zelle?"
"Oh, it's perfect."
"Tres bien. I weel leave you to relax and be back zoon to 'elp you."
Sam barely paid attention to Babette's words. She was thoroughly contented by the warm, tingly water. The combination of bath salts and bubble bath was heavenly. She didn't even realize when she dozed off...
Sam jerked awake, sloshing the water around her, as she heard Babette say, "Would Ma'am'zelle like me to zcrub 'er back?"
Sam nodded and sat forward as the maid removed her lace gloves then immersed a loufah in the still-steamy water. Sam grimaced at first as the raspy sponge scrubbed her skin.
Babette, noticing Sam's expression, quickly said, "I am zo zorry, Ma'am'zelle. Eez theez too 'arsh?"
"No, Babette. I just... It's fine."
And it was. Sam's back was tingling and she felt a warm glow spread along her spine as the woman scrubbed her back from her shoulders to her hips.
"Per'apz eet eez time to zcrub zee front?" Babette asked.
Sam nodded sluggishly, she found her languorous mood too enjoyable to be ruined by speech. She lay back as Babette gently directed her with a hand on her bare shoulder.
Eyes closed, Sam was ready for the harsh rasp of the loufah. She smiled when she felt the softness of a new sponge as it stroked her shoulders and arms. She actually purred when it brushed her nipples.
After spending a trifle more attention to Sam's breasts than might have actually been necessary, Babette rubbed down across the blonde's abdomen. A finger slipped and tickled Sam's belly button. Babette apologized at Sam's giggle.
Sam purred again, deeper and rougher, as the sponge slid between her legs. Then the sponge disappeared and nimble fingers danced lightly across Sam's sensitive flesh.
Sam's eyes opened, her pupils dilated with pleasure. She found herself looking into Babette's laughing, brown eyes.
"Ees thees okay, Ma'am'zelle?" she asked as two fingers slipped inside Sam.
"Oh, very okay..."
The fingers slid together then separated slightly inside the highly aroused officer. Then, all too soon, as far as Sam was concerned, they were withdrawn.
"Pair'apz we should ajoorn to zee bed," Babette said in a husky voice.
Sam merely nodded and slowly stood as Babette helped her to her feet. Stepping out of the tub, Sam walked into the open towel the maid held for her.
"Pleeze ztand ztill az I dry you," the petite woman said.
Slowly, sensuously, the soft towel caressed Sam's slender body, exciting her while it dried her. Her nipples were practically painful as they stood out proudly from her round breasts.
"Zee towel duz not zeem to be 'aving much zuccezz in your zpecial plaze. You zeem to be quite damp. Pair'apz zum zpecial care eez required."
After putting her gloves back on, Babette took Sam's hand and led her into the bedroom. She directed the tall blonde to lay on the bed and Sam willingly complied.
Babette, still clothed, lay next to Sam and kissed her. The maid's tongue pressed into Sam's mouth to toy with Sam's own. Then Babette sucked Sam into her mouth.
All the while, her gloved fingers circled Sam's areolae, brushing the small bumps but avoiding contact with the nipples themselves. Her fishnet-covered thigh was rubbing against Sam's thoroughly wet mound.
Pulling away from the passionate kiss, Babette began to kiss along Sam's jaw and down her neck, pausing to suckle at her pulse-point.
The maid resumed her path down the major's body, replacing her fingers with her mouth as she kissed all over the soft mounds. Sam groaned loudly when her nipple was washed by the other's talented tongue.
Babette was careful not to spend too much time on one nipple but moved to the other and lavished her oral praise on that.
Sam arched her back when she felt cloth-covered fingers trace her netherlips. Those inquisitive digits followed every curve and wrinkle of her outer labia.
The maid moved down Sam's body, kissing her flat stomach and dipping the tip of her tongue into the blonde's navel. Then on to trace the outline of the dark blonde thatch of hair.
"Oh please... I need it! Now!" Sam pleaded.
"Oui, Ma'am'zelle. Your wizh eez mah coemmand."
A soft tongue followed the questing fingers, dipping into the source of Sam's wetness then licking the lips that surround her pooling passion.
Babette sucked one labia into her mouth, gently worrying it like a dog with a favorite toy. Her fingers slipped into the major at the same time.
The fingers sliding in and out of her with that oh-so talented tongue probing her secret places brought Sam very close to a climax. So close that she felt an electric charge in her body when the maid stopped.
"Wha... Don't...don't stop..."
"Mais non, Ma'am'zelle. I just wizh to retreeve mah zpezial toy."
Sam glanced down to see the maid smiling up at her, the fingers of one hand combing the short, passion-wet curls while the other held the carved wooden handle of the feather-duster.
"Ma'am'zelle zhould enzhoy zees."
Slowly, the knurled shaft slipped into Sam while the duster's wielder resumed her sucking of the sensitive, and very aroused, flesh.
It didn't take too much. Some slow, deep thrusts and Babette taking the major's pearl into her mouth and Sam was screaming out her orgasm.
Babette slipped the duster out of Sam while the woman was still convulsing. Her mouth replaced it as she drank deeply of Sam's nectar.
This questing tongue brought Sam to a second, slightly smaller climax as Babette searched for every drop of Sam's cum she could find.
As Babette licked Sam's pubic curls clean, Sam lay limp, panting. She finally reached down and pulled Babette up to her and kissed the wet mouth thoroughly.
The flavor of her essence on the other's mouth always turned her on.
"Did Ma'am'zelle enzhoy 'erzelf?"
"God, Janet, it was incredible." Sam sighed as she ran a hand down to grasp Janet's lace-covered ass. Then with a giggle, she added, "And you have the worst French accent I've ever heard. The worst."
Janet smiled, "Well, I guess I won't play the maid anymore."
"No! No, please. Don't do that. Just..."
"Just what?" Janet said as she stroked one of Sam's nipples.
"Ooh... Just don't get mad...ooo...if I snicker when you talk... Oh, don't stop."
"I won't. But tell me, who do you like more? The maid or the cheerleader?"
"Ooo! I can't...can't decide." Sam sat up, "You stopped!"
Janet was standing by the bed, removing her clothes. "Just for a minute, darling."
"Good. Leave the gloves and stockings on. And the cap..."
Janet laughed, her full breasts bouncing. "But the gloves are... You are so nasty, Sam. I love it."
Sam just smirked.
"So, which do you prefer? Me as a horny maid or a lusty cheerleader?"
"Well, who do you like more, Doctor? Me as the leather-clad biker bitch or the lecherous gynecologist?"
"Sam, you are so funny as a doctor..." said the doctor/maid as she rejoined her lover, moaning as Sam took one of her nipples in her mouth. The moan drew out when she felt long, lean fingers enter her.
In seconds those fingers were replaced by the blonde's tongue. Janet squealed and forgot all about role-playing for that moment of ecstasy.
The End (for us)