Season 2, Episode 6: Maid To Order

Episodes May 21, 2026

"Hi, I'm Stella Morgan. I hope this is OK."

"Absolutely fine, Stella. Thanks for coming over. Come on in!"

"Well, I have a sorority sister who's moving in with me. She's actually helping me with the business. Anyway, her movers have come to deliver her stuff, and so my home office isn't really..."

"It's not a problem. Here, let's do this in the dining room. Amber's going to be down in a second. She's finishing up something for me in my office."

"So she's..."

"My personal assistant. She's actually great at it. She handles my scheduling, she does my billing, she'll help with proposals and reports - honestly, for that stuff alone she's a terrific investment."

"Oh, you don't have to tell me. I have Millie at my house and she's becoming my everything."

"OK, I'm done. Sorry I wasn't here to greet you, Mrs. Stella. I'm Amber!"

"Oh my goodness. Look at you. An absolute angel! Oscar, she's so beautiful. She looks like Millie, but...different. Did you have them customize her?"

"Kind of. I sent them pics of Penelope Cruz and they did her face a little like that."

"Oscar, you didn't tell me that! I'm Penelope Cruz?"

"Well, a little, yeah."

That made Amber smile.

"Well," said Stella as we all sat down, "I wanted to do this in as friendly a way as we could, because what I hope is that this venture is fun for everybody. I know it will be!"

"That sounds great," Amber said. "But what venture?"

"You haven't told her?"

"I kinda wanted to wait," I said.

"Told me what?"

"Oh, well, so... Amber, darling, I have a new company. It's called Les Servantes, and..."

"That's French for 'the servants,' right?"

"Actually it's 'the maids,' but yes."

"OK, so it's a maid service?"

"More to the point, it's a French maid service."

"As in, the girls are French maids."

"Oh, that does sound fun! And you're looking for our help with..."

"I have something for you, honey," said Stella. "You might want to go and try it out."

"Oh, I..."

"It's OK, Amber," I said. "Just use the little bathroom right there."

Stella gave Amber a large paper bag, and Amber took it into the bathroom.

And then when she came out a couple of minutes later...

"Oh, wow," said Stella. "She's perfect!"

"She does look pretty fetching in that uniform."

"So I'm a French maid."

"Yep," I said. "And by the looks of it we have found your calling."

"OK, but... I don't understand what's happening."

"Part of the business model of Les Servantes is that I'm using Factory Girls to supplement our staff," said Stella. "I have Millie, who's my Factory Girl. I bought her from the Z Company. And I wanted to add to her, but the new line is so expensive that I didn't have the capital. But then they told me they had a special opportunity to lease a Factory Girl. Which brings me to you."

"So I'm being leased?"

"Amber," I said, "this was how we were able to get your new body. We're doing a three-way deal with Stella and the Z Company. We get the replacement body at a price we can afford, and Stella gets a French maid."

"For how long?"

"Well, they were at 30 grand and it got cut in half with this deal."

"Our rate for Factory Girls is $15 an hour, and we expect to bill them out at 170 hours a month, so it comes to a little bit more than $2500 a month."

"I have to do this for six months?"

"Then you get to keep what you're making, babe. It's a good deal."

"And you'll have so much fun," said Stella.

"Oscar... you didn't tell me anything about this."

"I know. But it is pretty awesome. You have to admit. You said you wanted to have a job, and that you were bored in the house like Katie is. So it's really a good fit."

"And Oscar tells me you're an excellent housekeeper here," said Stella, "so with just a little training I'm sure you'll be a star for Les Servantes."

Amber just looked at Stella, then at me, then back at Stella.

"I probably should have given her fair warning," I said. "But she'll come around."

"I mean..." said Amber, and then she started to cry.

Just then Katie, who I'd sent on an errand, came back.

"Hey, what's going... Oh My God, is that a French maid uniform? SOOO hot!"

"Wait, are you... also a Factory Girl?" That was Stella.

"Stella, Katie here is Amber's sister. She's living with us because the company she worked for went out of business."

"I'm his secretary, at least until we can come up with something else I can do."

"But... you're perfect too!"

"I am? For what?"

"There's a bag in the bathroom," said Amber. "Go... do your thing."

So Katie went to check it out.

"This is... I've been looking for a third crew member for Equipe Blonde, and that girl would be perfect. Would you allow me to have her?"

"Equipe Blonde?" asked Amber. "So, what? You have a blonde crew and a brunette crew?"

"I do. You're going to have to change your hair, darling. I'm sorry. But I'm sure you would look much more stunning as a blonde anyway."

"She's a very pretty blonde," I said.

"So you want me to change my hair and I'm going to work all day cleaning houses in this?"

"But you'll be with your sister, darling. And Paula will be your crew chief, and she'll train you to be a perfect French maid."

"What's that mean, though?" asked Amber.

"Elegance, grace, sophistication, attention to detail... French maids at their height were the ultimate in feminine allure," said Stella. "Les Servantes will bring back that tradition, and you'll be part of it."

"Well? How do I look?" said Katie.

"Magnifique!" said Stella.

"I've got to get a picture of this," I said.

So Stella insisted on being in the shot with Amber and Katie.

Amber was really bummed about the whole thing, but that gave me an idea.

"Stella," I said, "Katie's compensation would work just like Amber's, right?"

"Yes, it would."

"What would you say to, instead of one Factory Girl for six months, you get two of them for three months each?"

"Oh, I think that would be just fine. And after that time, the girls would go on an hourly wage rental fee paid to you."

"Wait," said Katie. "This would be a way for me to pay you back for the room and board for staying here, right?"

"Yep," I said.

"I'm all in. This is great."

"What say you, Amber?" I asked her. "You're pretty quiet."

"Sure," she said passively. "It's three months. It's fine."

"Wonderful!" said Stella. "So tomorrow, Paula will come and pick you girls up and you'll start your training, and then next week you two and she will begin your appointments as Equipe Blonde. I'm so excited for you!"

There was a little more small talk, and Stella promised she'd provide a couple of more uniforms so that Amber and Katie would each have a spare, and then she left.

I expected all hell to break loose once Stella departed, but I was pleasantly surprised. It was actually Katie who saved the day. She was so excited to finally have a job outside of the house that she just bubbled over. She even said that if I was willing to pay her she'd do my personal assistant stuff.

Amber wasn't quite as enthusiastic.

"Yeah," she whined after Katie voiced her enthusiasm over their new employment opportunity. "It's cleaning houses. You won't clean this one, but you'll do everybody else's?"

"To get paid? Hell yeah, I will," said Katie. "Amber, you've never been in debt. You do whatever you can to get out when you are."

"I'm in debt now," she groused.

"But you have an absolutely gorgeous new body which is a lot nicer than your old one," I said. "What's that worth to you?"

"No, I get it. And it's not a bad deal, Oscar. Three months and I'm free and clear?"

"Unless you want to keep doing it," I said.

She just nodded. I could see that Amber was getting over the shock of her new situation, and that it would be OK.

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Then came the training.

Paula came to pick up Katie and Amber the next day, which was on Friday, and she didn't bring them back until Sunday. She and Stella had essentially run a two-night sleepover camp for Factory Girls and others in the French Maid service at the home of Stella's main investor, Amber said.

"It's a gorgeous house. You're going to laugh when you find out whose it is, though."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Dan Cole's!" Katie exclaimed.

"Oh, shit. The guy we're trying to prove is stealing Virgil Smith's bids on those industrial jobs? His house?"

"He's got some sort of relationship with Paula. I don't quite know what it is, but..."

"But they're definitely screwing," said Katie.

"What do you think of Paula?" I said. "I got to meet her for all of 30 seconds on Friday."

"Weird," said Amber.

"Awesome," said Katie.

"Seems we don't have a consensus," I said.

"Why don't you like her?" Katie asked Amber.

"She's... inappropriate."

"Oh, why? Because she rubbed your ass? Please. She did that to everybody."

"Which is why it's inappropriate!"

"What's this about rubbing asses?" I asked.

"She was giving examples of what a man might do in appreciation for a maid's good service, and she was saying that it's OK to like it," said Katie.

"Not a very modern approach to things," I said.

"It's fine," said Amber. "Anyway, on Monday we go back to Cole's. He's having us clean the place twice a week. It's a big house. Seven bedrooms. It sounds like he's Stella's main client."

"And almost certainly the money behind the business," I said. "Hope he doesn't find out you girls are mine, and what I'm doing for Virgil."

"We aren't saying a word," said Katie.

Just then the doorbell rang, and Amber went to get it, and...

"Hi! I'm Millie. I'm Stella's Factory Girl. I brought your spare uniforms!"

"Hey, Millie. I'm Oscar. How are you?"

"I'm... I mean, I'm great! Why would I not be great?"

"Exactly, honey," said Katie.

"Millie's everything to Stella," said Amber. "Like EVERYTHING. Right, Millie?"

"We're very close," she said.

"I can understand why," I said. "You're cute as can be, Millie."

"Thank you! OK, I've got to go. Paula's waiting for me in the car. We have a project at home."

She said goodbye and beat a hasty exit.

And Katie went to change and then volunteered to take Rufus for a walk, leaving me alone with Amber.

Who, in something I noticed was increasingly a pattern for Amber in her new body whenever she could, insisted on stripping down to her bra and panties. And then she was dragging me to the bedroom.

"I need cuddling," she said. "But in return I have sooooo much to tell you."

"That sounds like a good trade. What have we gotten ourselves into?"

"OK, so..."

Thirty minutes later, I was mostly filled in.

Stella was full of zany, creative ideas, but contrary to how she presented herself she was an utter mess.

When Amber had said Millie was Stella's everything, what she meant was that Millie was her bed buddy as well as her personal assistant. And that was really weird for Millie, because Millie wasn't into girls. She was pair-bonded to Stella, as Stella was her owner, but she wasn't into girls.

"That seems like a conflict," I said.

"Ya THINK?" said Amber. "The funny part is, she could have told the company she wanted a Factory Girl who'd be, y'know, into her. She didn't even bother to do it and now Millie is, like, torn apart over how to handle it."

And then there was Paula. Amber said Paula scared the heck out of her. She said she was a complete psycho. But the way she talked about Paula was peculiar.

"Do you have, like, a thing for her?" I asked.

"Me? No! She's completely crazy. I mean, I'm not gonna lie, I really would like to be as graceful and sophisticated as she is, but Paula's creepy."

Amber said Paula had moved back to town after being engaged to a guy in Houston. He fiance had literally left her at the altar because he'd found out she'd had a long-running affair with the groom's dad.

There was even viral video of it that had gone around.

And Amber said that Paula knew all about the French maid soubrette thing she was teaching the girls because after college she'd actually done it for real.

"She said she lived it nonstop for like six years," Amber said. "She was an au pair, then full-on lady's maid for some crazy Russian billionaire's wife who was obsessed with the whole thing. Paula's an expert, but... scary expert.

"And Oscar? I don't think I want to be an expert in being a French maid."

"Well," I said, "look at it like this. You're going to be around a bunch of rich, successful people who live in really nice houses, and that'll help you gain some perspective on leveling up."

"Yeah, well," she said, "I'm just gonna say this - after my three months is up, I'm not leaving your side."

"Aw, really?" I said. "That's very sweet of you to say."