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Regular Crack Chapter 23

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~23rd crack pairing: Benson and Mr. Maellard~
Benson and Skips sat across from Mr. Maellard's desk, sitting in upright, professional positions while the old lollipop man browsed through the park records, reports and bank statements. As always, his face showed no emotion.
Skips randomly cleared his throat. Finally, Benson decided to speak up.
"Are those all the papers you needed, Mr. Maellard, sir?"
He finally looked up. "Yes, yes, I have everything I need." He looked back down at his papers.
Benson and Skips glanced at each other. Maellard was rarely in a 'content' mood. He's usually nasty and overbearing while he complained about everything, but this time....he was quite pleasant.
It scared the two workers. Plus, the old fool had been staring at those papers mindlessly for thirty minutes when it usually only takes him about fifteen at the most.
"I-Is something wrong, sir-"
"No, there's nothing wrong, Beanie!" He said as he let down the papers. "Everything's in tip top shape!"
"....really?"
"Yes, really."
"But last week, I wrote down on my report that those slackers messed up the sprinklers again, and I figured-"
"Nonsense, everything is fine, end of subject!"
Benson raised an eyebrow with confusion. "Uh okay, well, did you need anything else before you go?"
Maellard formed a tiny smile. "Yes, indeed I do. And it requires your help."
"Of course, sir, anything!"
He smiled. "....Be my maid."
Benson nearly fell off his chair. "What?"
"You heard me, Ben. You see, I had to fire my original one because she tried to sneak her little boytoys in while I was out. You won't do things like that, will you, Beanbag?"
Benson blushed a bit. "Uhh..no."
"Good. You'll be my temporary cleaner boy until I can find a permanent one I can trust. And you," He said, pointing to Skips. "You'll take over Ben's duties here at the park while he's gone."
Skips nodded.
Benson couldn't believe what was happening. "Sir, I-I don't know if-"
"It's settled. You start on Monday, be at my estate at 8 a.m. sharp. Oh, and you'll need this." He tossed a skimpy french maid outfit to Benson, who looked at it with petrified eyes.
"Look, Mr. Maellard, I don't-"
"Go on now, you two, get back to work! Meeting adjourned!"
Benson and Skips exited his office and closed the door.
Benson glanced at the outfit, then at Skips.
"Please don't tell anyone about this."
Skips nodded. "My lips are sealed."
The following Monday morning, Benson walked up the steps to Maellard's estate. It had atleast three floors and was flawless on the outside.
All Benson could think about was how he felt like a peasant compared to his own boss, and the fact that he was temporarily demoted.
Just when I thought my job couldn't get any worse, THIS happens! I'd rather be locked in a room with those two idiots than be considered a 'maid'! Ugh, I hate him, I HATE HIM!
Benson ringed the fancy doorbell at the front door, forcing a gentle smile onto his face.
Finally, Maellard came to the door, wearing his usual attire. "Ah, Beancan, you look rather astonishing."
Benson smiled. "Oh uh, thanks, sir."
As they walked in, Benson was about to observe his rich surroundings, but it seems Maellard already had duties for him.
"Make sure everything is clean, from the foyer to the living room to the balconies to the bathrooms to the kitchen to the dining area, pool, library, make sure you don't forget my six bathrooms and poker room on the second and third floors, and of course, my five bedrooms need a sprucing up as well."
"No problem, sir."
"Oh, and one more thing, the only room you are forbidden to enter is the one with the tie-dye colored door."
"Okay. May I ask why?"
Maellard shrugged. "I just don't want you going in there, Benjie, that's an order. Now, get started." He started to walk away.
With that, Benson sulked off to begin his cleaning trek, carrying nothing but a feather duster.
A couple hours later, he was already done with a good portion of the rooms. Even though he felt like the biggest loser, Benson kept a straight face and did what he was supposed to, though he hadn't seen Maellard in a while. He wasn't even by the breathtaking pool area.
I never thought I'd actually WANT to be around Mr. Maellard. Maybe it's this ridiculous outfit thinking for me....
"Beandip!" Maellard called from outside the poker room.
Benson was beside the door when he heard his boss call his name. He heard a few older men mumbling as well. He slowly sulked to the door, slowly entering.
All eyes were on Benson instantly. They wolf-whistled and burst into laughter, Maellard as well.
Benson simply blushed. "Umm, did you need something, sir?"
"See?" Maellard ignored Benson as he conversed with his poker buddies. "He looks just like her, thin legs and everything!"
"Oh!" The short one smirked. "Does he do special flavor favors as well?"
Maellard chuckled a bit. "Yes, but he only takes quarters, he doesn't like small change!"
All four men guffawed at the suggestive gumball machine joke. Benson's face seemed to get redder and sadder by the minute.
I've never felt so humiliated, I can't believe this! My own boss, treating me like this? I should shove a bucket of quarters up his-
Soon, they stopped laughing.
"That was a good one, Maellard, though very dirty, it's still a good laugh."
"Yes yes, I know, it describes Beancan perfectly-"
"My name is Benson."
They all stopped to look at him, Maellard as well.
"What's that?"
"I said, my name is Benson."
"I know that I don't-"
Benson stepped closer, pointing at him, "And I don't appreciate you treating me like this. Look, it's fine if you don't wanna remember my real name, but don't treat me like I'm the dirt under this duster. You may not like me in general outside of work, you probably hate my guts for all I know, but that doesn't give you the right to disrespect your own employee that does everything he can to maintain the park, and in this case, clean your mall-sized home."
"Benson, I-"
"It's fine, 'sir', I'll just get back to cleaning your mansion, then I'll go back to my crappy one bedroom apartment so I can come back here tomorrow and feel like the biggest failure in the world, no matter how much work I do."
With that, Benson walked out slowly, leaving Maellard to blankly stare where his unappreciated employee stood.
"You know," One of the men spoke up. "What he says is true. He makes it seem like you hate him by the way he talked."
Maellard raised an eyebrow. "I don't hate him at all, I just...."
He truly wasn't sure what he thought about his employee. Maellard is such a busy man, his numerous credit cards could never buy him time to think about anything! Everything was mixed around in the old man's head, going from his franchises and homes, to his business, to his son sometimes,...to Benson's extreme outbursts, the random thoughts about his gumballs and now his maid outfit..
Well, he did wear that maid outfit rather well..
"You should chat with him, Mael."
"Yeah," The short one replied. "He ain't perfect, but c'mon, he seems like he takes care of your park real well."
Maellard nodded, his face filled with regret. "Help yourselves, boys. I've got work to do."
"Good luck, comrade!" The men said to him as he left the card room.
Maellard went off to find Benson, trying to keep himself from shedding a few tears.
I don't understand, why are my eyes leaking? I know I've been rough on Ben, but why would I get so emotional about it?
Then he started to remember the many times he made Benson feel like a complete buffoon, and the face he'd make whenever he would yell at him over the most random things, as well as belittling him in front of everyone constantly....
....Well, I certainly have some explaining to do..
He looked into the bathroom on the right, where Benson was plunging the toilet.
"Benson?"
Benson stopped when he saw Maellard. He put the plunger down and approached him.
"Yes, sir?"
"I-well," He remembered the secret room. "Come with me."
They walked up to the third floor and walked down the hall to the forbidden tie-dye door.
"You didn't go in here, did you?" Maellard questioned him.
"No, I stayed clear of the door." Benson smiled a bit. "I was tempted though."
Maellard smiled. "Ah. Well, no need for the temptation anymore." He slowly opened the door, revealing the forbidden secret.
"Behold!"
Benson was in complete awe. As they walked in, they saw it all. The walls were a bright neon green, there was a full-service bar, a line of exercise equipment, a movie screen and a set of seats, a small wading pool, and to top it all off, a five-star spa tub that could fit ten people.
"This is....amazing."
"Now you know why I kept it a secret from everyone but family and colleagues. It's simply too flawless for words."
"Very much so."
"C'mon, let's rest our feet in the spa tub."
They walked over. Before Benson sat, he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Should I take this outfit off now?"
"Mmm, not yet." Maellard said, smiling. "However, you do look simply amazing in it."
Benson's face turned bright red again. "Oh, well, thanks, sir!"
He sat down next to Maellard, letting the warm, bubbly water swallow his feet and ankles.
Maellard spoke up. "Benson, I want you to know that..well, even though I can be harsh on you at times, I'm still grateful for all the work you do."
Benson smiled. "Really?"
"Of course! Trust me, if I really despised you, I would've let you go a long time ago. But look, I'm a very busy man, and I also like to have things done right, you know? Maybe that explains all of the complaining and nitpicking I do on your reports and whatnot."
"That's fine."
"Anyhow, when you confronted me a bit ago about how I've been disrespecting you, I-I hadn't realized I was affecting you so deeply! You must understand that I don't mean to cause any harm or damage to your mental well-being. It's all business, so it's not like I'm trying to be your enemy, though I suppose I come off as one sometimes, don't I?"
Benson shrugged a bit. "Sometimes."
Maellard smiled. "I'll be sure to think before I talk from now on, I thank you for your honesty. In the meantime, don't take anything I say personally."
"I'll try, sir."
With that, Maellard took off his clothes and left nothing but some swim trunks on, slipping into the tub. "Well, I'm ready to relax and collect my thoughts."
"Should I go back to work?"
"No, stay with me, it's pretty quiet around here."
Benson glanced down at his maid outfit, then back at Maellard.
Maellard smiles. "Yes, yes, you can take it off now."
Benson took the outfit off and set it aside, slipping into the tub as well. Now that he was relaxing in bubbly warm water, he could actually put on a genuine smile.
My boss admitted that he appreciated me, complimented my appearance, let me see his secret room AND let me relax in his hot tub!
These pleasant thoughts slowly drifted through Benson's head as he smiled and closed his eyes.
I hope I get to be his maid more often....
This one's MaellardXBenson. I noticed that most of the Maellson stories on here center around bondage and all that random freaky deeky stuff. :no:

So, if you're looking for a down-to-earth Maellson story that has a realistic amount of fluff, you've come to the right place :la:

Chapter 1: [link]
Chapter 2: [link]
Chapter 3: [link]
Chapter 4: [link]
Chapter 5: [link]
Chapter 6: [link]
Chapter 7: [link]
Chapter 8: [link]
Chapter 9: [link]
Chapter 10: [link]
Chapter 11: [link]
Chapter 12: [link]
Chapter 13: [link]
Chapter 14: [link]
Chapter 15: [link]
Chapter 16: [link]
Chapter 17: [link]
Chapter 18: [link]
Chapter 19: [link]
Chapter 20: [link]
Chapter 21: [link]
Chapter 22: [link]
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PrincessF92's avatar
Yay, Maellard finally being honest with Been-teen! I hope Maellard shows up in a another episode one day. :)