"Good morning, sir!" Samantha's voice rings in my ears.
It's been several months, but it still comes as a surprise to see the curvy brunette next to my bed each morning. Samantha stands upright at attention with a clip-board under one arm.
"I've got everything ready for your day," she beams. "I've prepared your breakfast and lined up your itinerary for the day."
I swing my legs around the side of the bed and push myself to my feet. Samantha watches my every move with a gaze as lustful as it is predatory.
"But before we do anything else," she says with a faint smile. "You'll need to take your morning shower."
I know by now it's not worth arguing with her and walk over to my apartment's bathroom. Stepping inside behind me, Samantha turns the dial on the shower and warm water begins to pour out. Testing its heat for a moment, she seems lost in thought before stepping aside.
I still feel a pang of embarrassment as I remove my clothes in front of her. Though her gaze does travel down, I can see she quickly catches herself and raises her clip-board as I step into the warm deluge.
"I've replaced the shampoo bottle," she says matter-of-factly. "It was getting low."
I lather and rinse beneath the warm water. The temperature is perfect. Samantha really does know me very well. I think back to when we first met. I grew up in the same town as her, but we went our separate ways when we went off to college. It was only later that she somehow found me and offered her services. If I had known then just how... intimate her services were, I might have turned her down.
"That's enough time in the shower," Samantha's voice chimes from the other side of the curtain. "It's bad for your skin to be in there too long."
I turn off the shower and step out to see Samantha already has a towel ready to dry me off. She reaches out and begins to pat me down.
"Here, let me handle this," Samantha says.
She runs her hands up and down my sides, making sure to rub my skin thoroughly. Her touch is firm but soft, gentle but insistent. I sigh in relief as her hands continue to caress me. Samantha smiles a little wider. Her eyes are shining and glisten like two jewels in the morning light. She gently