Janet P.O.V.
I came home from a sound check and dance rehearsal to find that Toni was already home, cooking in nothing but one of my State of the World Tour t-shirts, a red Fenty lace thong, and 6 inch red Louboutin stilletos. I licked my lips, undressing my sexy ass wife further than she already was with my bedroom eyes. I sat my things down and quietly crept up behind her, wrapping my arms around her tight frame, kissing her neck. She instantly melted from my touch, leaning into my body and moaning softly. I groped a handful of her juicy, soft ass. Sometimes I can’t believe that Toni Braxton is mine, but I am Janet Jackson after all. Ms. Jackson if ya nasty, and Toni is. She is a very nasty girl, but a classy lady in public. When I have her at home all to myself she turns into a lust demon. Neither one of us is a top or a bottom. We get very creative in the bedroom.
Janet: Damn baby you are so sexy and you’re all mine.
My voice dripped with seduction. I didn’t give a damn about dinner. I just wanted to get straight to desert.
Toni: Can you stop being such a pervert and set the table? I spent hours cooking dinner and I’m not going to let it go to waste just because you have an appetite for me.
Janet: Maybe if we got a new maid like I said we should months ago, you wouldn’t have to cook dinner for hours and we could sneak in dessert before dinner. Plus I miss our morning sex too. A pretty thing like you belongs on my face, not in a kitchen.
Toni:*sighs* Here you go again with this maid stuff. Will you just drop it J? You know exactly why I don’t want another maid. Celia stole from us and she tried to come on to you every chance she got! Don’t you understand that I don’t want to go through that again?! I don’t know why you want to so bad. You must’ve have liked the sexual advances she made towards you.
Janet: See, now you’re going too far like you always do. All I’m saying is that I think a maid would benefit us both. There are many more things we could do together, including outside of sex, if we had a little extra help around this place. I know you get tired of cleaning this big ass house from top to bottom. Come on baby, just think about it. All maids aren’t like Celia.
Toni: You know all this talk about cleaning makes me want to get dirty.
Janet: So hire a maid and we can get filthy.
I smirked, rubbing on her booty trying to cop a feel while helping her stir the shrimp linguini.
Janet: There was really no need for you to cook babe. All I need to feed my craving is your pussy on a plate. No fork, no knife, just tongue.
Toni: Babe stop! I worked really hard on this meal.
Janet: Someone else can work hard on our meals. The only meal I want you working on is me. We’re getting a maid and that’s final. We can hold interviews tomorrow. I don’t have rehearsals for the rest of the week and I know you aren’t booked until the AMA’s this Sunday.
Toni: Ok fine, but only if you sit down and eat the food I cooked. I made shrimp linguini and chicken parmesan. Can you get the rose’ out of the wine cooler please babe?
Janet: Sure.
I planted a kiss on her neck for the last time before setting the dining table. I poured us both a glass of rose’. I took my seat at the head of the table, and Toni sat in my lap. I fed her, but she was going to feed me later.
Toni P.O.V.
After persuading me all night and into the early morning sun, I finally decided to make Janet’s wish of getting a maid my command. Today at 5 we’re holding interviews. I imagine we’re going to have a line of potentials and hopefuls going out the door and down the driveway. Who wouldn’t want to work in the presence of Janet Jackson and Toni Braxton? Janet was already downstairs, prepping a stack of interview questions and sifting through the multiple applications and portfolios piled up on the coffee table. I didn’t feel like walking down the winding staircase, so I took the glass elevator down we got installed last week. Janet and I both went for a business-sexy look in the attempt to intimidate our potential new maid, but I also have an ulterior motive. I want to ensure that the woman we hire will only be interested in her job, not my wife.
Toni’s Outfit
Janet’s Outfit
I joined her on the sectional couch, resting my hand on her thigh and looking through the portfolios with her. She glanced over at me, the lust from the last night still in her eyes.
Toni: I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.
Janet: It was less talking and more so licking, sucking, fucking, etcetera.
Toni:*chuckles* Well, you are very good at what you do Ms. Jackson.
Janet: You are very good to do it to, Ms. Jackson.
She laughed, pecking my lips that still had a little taste of her on them. Time passed and the interviews began. Most of them couldn’t answer our questions straight because they were too busy oggling me or my wife, or both of us. Others fangirled through their entire interview, wasting time that I could’ve been spending making love to my fine ass wife. I was ready to wrap the interviews up, but we had one more that was unexpected to say the least.
Janet P.O.V.
I was shocked to find Tamar standing on our doorstep.
She and Toni haven’t been on good terms for 10 years now, and I don’t trust her at all. I don’t know enough about her to trust her. All Toni is willing to tell me is that Tamar pushed her family away and did some unforgivable things in the process. Why is she here now after so much time has gone by? I stared at her, searching her eyes for any twisted motive, but she looked as innocent as a woman like her could look. I heard heels clicking and I knew Toni was coming to the door. She folded her arms, her silky ponytail sweeping the floor behind her.
Toni: What the hell are you doing here?! I told you a long time ago to stay away from here!
Tamar: I came for the interview, nothing more and nothing less.
Toni: Last time I checked the only thing you were good for was sliding up and down a pole and screwing married men for money. What can you possibly do for us?
Tamar: A lot, if you give me the chance.
She looked at me, her voice suddenly more intense with her last words. And I could’ve sworn she winked at me, but maybe my eyes were just playing tricks on me.
Janet: She’s our last option Tone, plus she’s your sister.
Toni:*sighs* Come in and have a seat. Don’t touch anything you can’t afford. You better make this worth our time.
Tamar: You don’t have to worry about that Toni. I’m very good at pleasing others.
She smirked at me, walking inside. As much as I tried not to, I couldn’t help but to stare at her perfectly plump ass in that short pencil skirt. She sat down on the couch opposite of us, her skirt rising up her thick thighs teasingly. The last time I saw her, she was just a teen. Every youthful curve on her body tells me she’s not a little girl anymore, but a woman. Toni squeezed my thigh, causing me to tear my eyes away from Tamar.
Toni: You currently work in a strip club, correct?
Tamar: Yes, but-
Toni: And I imagine it isn’t a very clean place, right?
Tamar: Yes, but-
Toni: So why would my wife and I want some dirty stripper trying to clean our house?
Tamar: I’m not just some dirty stripper off the streets, I’m your sister. I need this job. I’m 27 years old, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life on a pole. Please Toni, I’m begging you. At the end of the day no matter how much you hate me, we’re all we have. I won’t get in your way and I won’t cause any trouble. I just want to get away from that place. It’s a living hell. Please Toni, Janet.
Janet: That’s Ms. Jackson to you. You start tomorrow.
She jumped up, hugging me. Her hands gently squeezed my ass on the sly, but I let it go. If I would’ve known then what I know now, I would’ve let Toni slam the door in her face like she wanted to.
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