As the taxi pulled up at the villa I was immediately impressed with the size of it, and the fact that we had to go through some barred gates set into the surrounding garden walls gives an idea of the size of the enclosed garden we drove through to get to it.

Miss William's husband paid the driver as she went to unlock the front doors. Her daughter obviously knew where everything was, and ran off around the back of the house.

When her husband just walked away from the cab and followed Miss Williams into the house, I felt as if it had been expected of me to get all of the luggage, which seemed unfair as mine wasn't among it. They had a few big cases and I struggled to carry them all in the house.

When I stepped in I was struck by the beauty of the Andalusian styled interior, the wide curving staircase to the upper floor, the polished wooden flooring, and the heavy wooden doors with rough metal hinges and handles.

It looked almost medieval, and had been cleaned to a very high standard.

'They must have very good staff' I thought, who obviously knew of Miss Williams temper, something I had realised I hadn't seen before we arrived. It was almost as if she had changed into a different character.

I heard her shout from what I presumed was the kitchen "Take the cases up to our rooms Nick, you will be able to work out which ones are ours. Your room is at the very end of the right hand corridor. You might have to clean it a little before you can use it, you will find some cleaning equipment in the small bathroom. I'll come check you do a good job in 10 minutes".

'Not even a please' I thought to myself. But then they were paying for my trip so I felt I owed them something, and I didn't mind doing anyone a favour. I heaved the luggage up the stairs, careful not to make any marks, so clean was everything I passed.

As I got to the top of the stairs, immediately facing me were two doors, so I tried them and they opened into a large luxurious room with a huge four poster bed with curtains, raised slightly from the rest of the room.

I placed Miss Williams’s cases on a small stool and looked around at the decoration. There seemed to be some fixings on the wall that I couldn't work out what they would be for, almost like rings that you would tie a boat to. There were patio windows that lead out onto a balcony, and a large en-suite bathroom.

I took her daughter Lucy's case with me and turned right when I left the room, and walked down the hallway. When I came to the end I opened the door to what was obviously Lucy’s room. The pinkness almost shone, everything was lacy or covered in some sort of chintz. Huge wardrobes covered one end of the wall, along with lots of chests of drawers. I put her case down on the stool in front of a dressing table, covered with boxes which I assumed contained make up.

I left her room and walked down to the other end of the corridor, and opened a quite heavy door into what I guessed would be my room. I immediately thought there must be some kind of mistake, as this room was smaller but almost the same as Lucy’s. Very pink, and again with wardrobes and drawers, another dressing table and more make up boxes.

'Oh well' I thought, 'At least the bed looks comfy, if a bit girly'. It was in a bit of a mess, which seemed strange considering the state of the rest of the house, there was some dust on the table and the bed needed making.

I had noticed the door I had passed on the left of the corridor, so opened it and found it was a small bathroom, with a tiny shower and old style toilet. There were lots of cleaning equipment on one side of the room, mops and buckets, brooms and cloths, and what looked like a suit bag, obviously containing the clothes for the cleaners. I took a cloth and went back to my room.

"5 minutes left Nick" I heard Miss Williams shout. 'OK, OK,' I thought to myself, 'I'll do it, stay calm'.

I set about cleaning the room and making the bed, and not a minute too soon as Miss Williams strode through the door. She had changed and had a very sheer long sleeved top over her, which revealed her buxom body contained by a very tight skimpy bikini revealing the shape of a wonderful pair of tits with protruding nipples. A slight cameltoe in the soft material made me give out a slight whimper involuntarily. I must have been very obvious with my eyes, as she gave me a stern look and said "Don't stare Nick! How rude are you?!".

She looked around the room as if inspecting my work for faults, and said "OK that will do for now, but I expect you to keep this room immaculate. It costs me a fortune to have this place kept and I don't want you to cost me any more money than you already have, or I might have to claim it back from you somehow".

She smiled when she said that last bit, which made me wonder what she was thinking of doing.

"We are all going in the pool for a swim, you will join us".

"But I don't have anything to wear Miss, my trunks were in my case"

"Ah, well you will have to wear something from the wardrobes here, I'm sure there will something in your small size. I'll leave you to find something, but make sure you join us quickly, we don't want to have to wait for you. See you out back in 5 minutes".

With that she turned sharply and strode out. I watched her walk down the corridor, her bikini thong bottom revealing a bouncy but obviously well-toned bum, with a nice thigh gap showing a little pussy shape that I found fascinatingly beautiful. My cock twitched automatically, and I felt it go a little harder with a small rush of blood.

'Right, I better find something' I thought as I took my clothes off and put them on the bed neatly folded.

I went to a wardrobe and opened the doors. 

To be continued....