Denise heard David's car pull away and muttered "What I wouldn't give to have another chick around the place. Someone to watch the game with, whose first comment isn't likely to be about how cute the players are, and how fake the cheerleaders look."
Meanwhile in the kitchen Andy had just finished wiping down the side and putting the breakfast things away. "This is never as fun with no one watching." He sighed.
"But of course, with Madame in the living room it is bound to be messy!" And with that he flounced off to fetch his feather duster, dust pan and brush.
The first quarter was just coming to an end when Denise heard the door open and Andy swept in. "Dammit! Can't I have a bit of girl time to myself." she thought. "Mind you at least this one's good about the house. Can't think of the last time Steven or David cooked a meal... or did the laundry"
"Parfait!" Andy crowed silently. "As long as I make sure I don't block Madames view of the screen I can do everything" And with that thought he made a start on tidying up. It was a matter of pride for Andy that not only did he keep the house immaculate but he made sure that he gave anyone who was watching a good show. Bending from the waist to flash stockings and/or panties, or leaning over to draw attention to his cleavage, or even something as simple as just balancing with one leg cocked behind him whilst reaching to dust.
Denise was fairly engrossed in the game but every so often her eyes would be drawn to Andy's antics, and try as she might Andy always caught her peeking and would play up to it. Yet he somehow managed not to grab her full attention away from the game so she never missed a play. She'd get really mad at him for doing it, if she didn't get so horny.
Andy knew he had done a good job when one of Madame's hands disappeared inside her boxers and stayed there beyond the need of just a casual itch. With one last flourish of his duster he strutted out of the room to let Madam 'finish off'.
As he headed up to his room he heard a series of ecstatic cries that seemed, according to the TV commentary, to startbefore the home team scored. With a deep feeling of fulfilment Andy locked his door and took out his 'special' feather duster.
