Maid To Order

Chapter Two-3

Some weeks later…

Not much changed for Daniela in the dilapidated clapboard agency house, her first stop in the United States. The men still wanted to use her. Some were kinder than others. However, they were all the same, bribing her with promises at the end of her rainbow.

When the bright, yellow taxi pulled up to Miles Covington Hitchcock’s summer house, a picture perfect Alabama plantation house – even in the driving rain – she thought she’d found her pot of gold, the realization of her dreams, something worthy enough to pay her for all the abuse it took to get there.

That’s why when the stately, middle-aged Mr. Hitchcock said that she was a mistake, not the right girl, not the mail-order maid he’d ordered, she had set him straight at once. She couldn’t leave this place. She couldn’t suffer through another round of interviews and videos and opening her cunt to bribe the men in the agencies. Maybe it didn’t surprise her that she wasn’t the girl Mr. Hitchcock expected, but that didn’t matter to her now. Now she was here, and she had no intention of leaving. She wanted her new home, her dream, her life to begin now.