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Improvisation	By : Rina76 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 1721 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Georg Listing, Tom Kaulitz, Bill Kaulitz or any members of Tokio Hotel. This story is a complete work of fiction and not true. I don't own this fandom am not making any money from the writing of this story.

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The woman slips the key into the lock and turns it, juggling a bucket with bottles of disinfectant, window cleaner and liquid soap, along with rags, toilet paper, a broom and a mop. A vacuum cleaner sits on the ground next to her. She opens the door and sits the bucket on the floor near the entrance, and then grabs the electrical appliance and lugs it up the steps with her. She surveys the rooms, noting everything that needs to be taken care of, what needs to be cleaned, dusted, polished and disposed of. Just as she is about to plug the vacuum cleaner in, a figure comes out of the bedroom and she jumps, dropping the cord, uttering a startled, “Fuck!”

   “Sorry; I didn’t mean to scare you. I forgot it was cleaning day today,” Tom says apologetically to the momentarily alarmed female who is gaping at him with her hand over her chest to calm her pounding heart.

Being a red-blooded male, he looks her over. At a rough guess he would say she was in her twenties and pretty fit too, going by her small waist and the round swell of her breasts revealed by a tight white tank top. Her curvaceous lower figure is clad in the tiniest pair of tan shorts and her legs are amazingly toned. She has dark eyes and coral-coloured lips, her skin an exotic shade of chai latte. There is a pink bandanna wrapped around her head underneath which two long curly golden-brown pigtails peek out. Tom hadn’t expected the person who cleans his trailer three days a week to be so utterly hot. She doesn’t look like a maid but she must be because she’s surrounded by cleaning products.

   “You’re Ria, right?” he asks curiously. She blinks and shakes her head slightly, as if to clear her head.

   “Um. Yeah,” she answers, astonished that he remembers her name. Nobody remembers her name. Especially not actors. To them she’s just a lowly servant, no higher up on the ladder than say, a cockroach. But this actor remembered. Not that they had ever actually met. The only reason Tom Trumper knows her name is because when she started cleaning for him, she kept finding a pile of crumpled dollar bills on his kitchen table. She tidied up his trailer and always left the cash right where it was, being an honest person and never, ever stealing from any of her clients, even though they sometimes left obscene amounts of dough and expensive jewellery lying around out in the open. The fourth time she cleaned for Tom there was more money on the table and a note reading, Dear Maid, these are your tips. Please take them. It was simply signed, Tom. Thrilled with the benevolence of the young actor, she wrote back on the piece of paper, Dear Mr. Trumper, thank you very much for your generosity. It is greatly appreciated. Sincerely, Ria. She couldn’t resist adding, The Maid.

And that’s how Tom knows her name. She recalls her manners and says politely, “Yes, I’m Ria. How are you, Mr. Trumper?”

He snorts. “Mr. Trumper. Please, call me Tom. I’m not an asshole celebrity so just treat me like any other dude, okay?”

   “Okay,” she replies, relaxing at his informal attitude. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Tom.”

   “Likewise.” Tom smiles and offers his hand, which Ria takes, once again astonished by his friendliness. And how good he looks up close. She has only seen him once from afar as she curiously peeked onto the set and had no idea that his features were so breathtakingly perfect or his eyes were so darkly mesmerising. He’s a lot taller up close too. After they shake, Tom self-consciously gazes around the hovel that is his trailer. There is junk everywhere.

   “Sorry it’s such a pig sty,” he apologises sheepishly. “You must hate me.”

   “Oh, it’s not so bad. I’ve seen worse,” Ria says dismissively. “A lot worse. I get to see the ugly side of Hollywood’s beautiful people.”

Tom grimaces at the thought of what unsavoury items she must discover on her daily rounds. Things like used condoms, tampons and syringes and God knows what other gross surprises waiting in the bathrooms.

   “I used to clean for one daytime television actor who thought it was amusing to take a dump in the middle of the bed and leave it for me to clean up.”

Tom’s mouth drops open in revulsion. “What kind of sick fuck would do that?”

   “I’d like to tell you who it was but I’m not allowed,” Ria replies regretfully. “Client confidentiality, you know.”

With a great deal of respect, Tom states, “I do not envy your job.”

   “But someone’s gotta do it, right?” she comments wryly. She sweeps her eyes around at the waiting litter. It looks like a mini-tornado ran through the place but she doesn’t mind cleaning up Tom’s clutter because he leaves such great tips.

   “Don’t worry, Tom. Compared to crap on a bed, this is nothing. I’ll have this sty looking respectable in no time.”

On his knees rummaging through a pile of dirty clothes on the couch, Tom glances up, half-smiling. “You’re a fucking angel, you know that? You leave this place absolutely spotless every time. I’m so grateful for what you do. I really am.”

   “My pleasure,” she says with a smile, lip-gloss glistening on her pretty mouth.

    “I’ll be outta your way in just a sec,” he promises, glancing in her direction as she bends over to plug in the vacuum cleaner, her shorts pulling tight across her shapely buttocks. “I know I’ve got some cigarettes around here somewhere.”

   “Take your time, honey,” Ria remarks, grinning at him cheekily over her shoulder and Tom freezes, realising he has been sprung looking at her ass. She raises a teasing eyebrow at him as she straightens, letting Tom know that she doesn’t mind at all. Still kneeling on the couch, Tom bites his lip awkwardly – not knowing how to respond – and she grins wider, looking his teenage figure up and down with inviting eyes.

The manager of the cleaning agency Ria is employed with would give her an instant dismissal notice if they ever found out she is behaving this way. Making passes at clients is a huge no-no, especially if they’re only eighteen years old. But the young blond actor is so attractive; she can’t help overstepping her bounds. Besides, he does seem interested in her and a bit of flirting won’t hurt anyone. Little moments like these break up the drudgery and monotony of scrubbing toilets and mopping floors. Sensing that the kid is far from an innocent virgin, Ria wonders if perhaps they could do a little more than flirt. He wouldn’t be the first actor she’s had a tumble with and he probably won’t be the last.

   “Fancy a bit of fun before you go back to work, Tom?” she proposes naughtily. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

With his maid hitting on him like a hammer, Tom turns pink. Finally locating his packet of smokes, he shoves them into his pocket and clears his throat. “Hey, I’m sure you’re a cool chick and all and I’m very flattered but I have a girlfriend.” There is a pause and then he elaborates shyly, “Actually, I sorta have a...a boyfriend too.”

Tom doesn’t know why he is telling a total stranger this private information when he hasn’t even considered telling anyone else about his recent guy-on-guy fling, not even his closest friends, but there’s something about this woman he believes he can trust. Maids are known to have extremely high standards of confidentiality. Plus, he can’t really call her a total stranger. Not only does she clean his bathroom and take his garbage out, but she washes his sheets. He’s pretty sure she’s seen the remnants of masturbatory activities on his bed linen. And she definitely would have found the one with both his and Georg’s sperm on it, not to mention soiled towels and underwear. With everything she sees here, she probably knows more about him than his own mother does. Actually, that’s not so far-fetched, seeing as Tom hasn’t seen his mother in nearly six years.

   “It’s nothing personal,” he clarifies to Ria. “I’m just so not available right now.”

At hearing this revealing information about him having both a male and female lover, Ria gazes at the fine-looking youth before her with interest. She doesn’t know the girl that Tom’s involved with, but she’s figured out who the guy is. She figured it out two days ago. It’s Georg Listing. She knows this not only because of all the evidence on the linen in the laundry hamper, but because she’s smelled Georg on Tom’s sheets too. She knows what Georg smells like due to the fact that she cleans his trailer as well. She is quite familiar with the older actor’s alluring cologne. It’s the first thing that hits her when she opens the door. That masculine aroma permeates everything he touches, and apparently Tom is sleeping with him, as well as an unknown female.

    “Well, lucky them,” she says to Tom, envious of the ones who get to kiss that pierced mouth and play with those silky blond tresses. “I bet all that juggling keeps you busy.”

Tom sighs. “Yeah. It’s kinda hard.” Then, after a quiet moment during which he looks at Ria intently, he asks, “Have you ever been involved with two people at once?”

   “Actually, yes,” she admits, squirting disinfectant into her bucket. “I have.”

“How do you handle that? How do you choose between them?”

   “You don’t.” Ria shrugs, putting the bucket in his kitchen sink and starting to fill it with hot water. “You won’t have to; you’ll see. Life will do the choosing for you.”

   “Life, huh?” Tom contemplates this response. It seems to satisfy him. He brightens and makes his way over to the door. Before he leaves, he stops and looks back at her.

   “Listen, because I’m completely unorganized I don’t have cash on me right now. I’ll leave your tip next time. Is that all right?”

She nods and smiles, pulling on pink rubber gloves. “Sure. I’ll take your word for it.”

   “And, uh…thanks, Ria.” He means not just for the fantastic job she does of creating order out of chaos on a thrice-weekly basis, but for the experienced love advice.

   “You’re welcome, honey. If there’s anything else I can do for you – and I mean ANYthing - let me know,” she offers with a mischievous grin, making it entirely obvious that she’s not talking about cleaning.

Trying not to look at her awesome boobs, Tom stammers out a dorky, “Okay. Um. See ya round,” and gets out of there before he gets an unwanted hard-on.
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