This is a G!P story! Though I know a lot of you have been asking me for a sequel to Not A Virgin Anymore!
This is not what this is going to be. Instead... It's a whole new story. A whole new journey...
And I hope you'll all be joining me for the ride!

At least… that's the idea…

This is a test chapter. I have a lot of the rest of the outline of the story written out but before I continue on working on it … I want to check in with you guys to see if there's any interest

- as I mentioned... It's a g!p story so if you're not into the whole girl with penis thing...
Don't torture yourself and skip this fic :O

Eventually, the story would contain very explicit sexual content.
(Not A Virgin Anymore is a good reference of what I mean by that)

This is a SwanQueen story. Feel free to share it if you know any SQ fanfic readers that might want to give this a go as well. Spread the love! (That's definitely what this is going to be about) :)
Peace !

Unemployed Emma Swan decides on a career switch and gets hired as a cleaning help by Regina Mills. A gorgeous business woman with one big ass loft and an adorable five year old son. Things become intense when their situation turns into something less professional and feelings and other stuff... are revealed...

And just when you think you know it all, you really don't.

FATE AT WORK

"Hi."

Early-twenties, blonde, female, muscular, loose jeans, checkered shirt, leather jacket, pretty, pretty white teeth and flushed cheeks.

Regina's eyes do a quick scan of the young woman in front of her.

"Are you Emma Swan?" She tilts her head a little.

Immediately, the girl nods and takes on a professional stance.

"I am. And I promise I'm much better at my job than I am at being on time."

The little smile she gives the older brunette is, although meant to look entirely innocent, strangely charming to Regina.

It isn't usual for her to be so easily impressed by a pretty face, especially when said pretty face can't even manage to be punctual.

But there's something about this… Emma Swan…

Something Regina isn't able to point out though, not yet anyway.

"That's great advertisement, dear."

The brunette snorts but not maliciously so and takes a step to the left so the younger woman can enter the spacious loft she calls home.

Emma tries hard to not let her eyes act on impulse and go wide as saucers as she takes in what must be the most exclusive looking living area she's ever found herself in.

"Lovely place." She really tries to sound casual.

Regina knows better though, the girl is clearly impressed… and smiles softly at Emma's back.

"Thank you."

"So." The blonde swiftly turns around, not at all expecting for Regina to have moved so much closer towards her.
Or to find her potential new boss so incredibly beautiful.

She gulps and bites her lip while taking a subtle step backwards

"I'm sorry." and murmurs.

Regina doesn't quite know what to make of her awkward behavior,
raises a single eye brow in amusement and shakes her head casually.

"It's alright, dear." The woman chuckles but keeps her eyes locked onto the blonde's face exploring pale, pretty features.

"Soooo, you found the flyer?" Emma asks. Pale, pretty features are schooled into a professional smile.

"Ah yes. Seeing as you left it in my mail, it would have been hard to miss."

Regina nods while gesturing for Emma to move towards the sofa and take a seat.

"Right. Well, I'd hoped for that to be effective."

"Would you like something do drink, dear?" The brunette moves so gracefully through the room,
Emma is instantly mesmerized and simply has to look away if she wants to be able to stay professional.

"Oh some water would be nice, thank you."
She gratefully accepts the offer… feeling how her throat has been becoming so desert-ly dry solely due to the older woman's presence.

"Sparkling?"

"Tap is okay."

Regina furrows her brow and can't help but snort at the girl's assumption that she would consider let alone actually serve anyone water from the faucet.

Emma doesn't notice though… she's consciously averted her eyes and is focusing all of her attention on anything but Regina Mills.
Her greens take in the spacious white room, the exclusive artwork coloring the walls, the exotic plants adding some life to the place, the ceiling high windows that allow the loft to look out over the city,
the pitch black marble floor that is entirely free of even the smallest specks of dust,
the soft but strong leather seating of the couch she currently finds herself seated in.

"So tell me Miss Swan, how long have you been in the business for?"

Regina smiles while placing a glass of water in front of the girl.

On a coaster of course. And taking a seat into the stand alone chair on the other side of the designer coffee table.

Emma is pretty sure the offered glass isn't actual glass but crystal and notices how inside there is a triangular shaped piece of lemon.

"Oh." She gulps and clears her throat nervously.

She wills herself to look into Regina's eyes again.
She's going to need her confidence if she wants to at least make a chance at being hired.

The last interview had been terribly disappointing, so she really hopes for this to work out.
Although, looking around this place… it doesn't really seem like she's needed here at all.
She feels her chances are rather slim, but she has to at least try to sell her services, right?

"I just recently started to work for myself. I used to be a copywriter.
I worked for "Once Upon A Time." Perhaps you've heard of it?"

"The book publisher? I thought they'd gone bankrupt." Dark brows furrow a little in question.

"We did."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Regina grimaces sympathetically. And it's so fucking cute.

"Well, I only worked for them of course but it still sucks." Emma shrugs and then instantly regrets her choice of words.
Regina must think she came crawling from under a rock or something… and that for a copywriter…
someone who's supposed to have an affinity for language.

"I'm sorry… I meant" she shakes her head.

"It's alright, dear. I don't need you to speak eloquently." Regina merely chuckles though.
She honestly doesn't seem to be offended by Emma's lack of classy speech.

"I could if I wanted to." The girl narrows her eyes a little, defending her honor and English skills.

"I don't doubt it." Regina's eyes go wide along with her smile. Radiant and gorgeous.

"It's just that I don't want to." Emma can't help but smirk now.
Feeling how her heart rate is picking up with each second she allows her eyes to stay locked onto those beautiful deep browns.
And what the hell is she even trying to prove here?

"Why would you?" Regina shrugs playfully with a twinkle in those eyes that completely steals Emma's breath and heart.

"Exactly." She just manages to say without chocking.

"So, what made you choose getting into the cleaning business?"

Thank god Regina changes the subject. It's about time they talk business.

"Since it's impossible to get hired as a copywriter nowadays… I obviously needed a new source of income.
This led me to consider any other skills I might have." Emma begins to explain.

"Cleaning." The older woman nods and voices the obvious.

"Yes."

"What makes you so confident you're a good cleaner?" Regina logically asks.

"I have a lot of experience." Emma offers her, kind of hoping it will be enough of an answer.

"Where from?" But the brunette is going to need more than that.

Emma bites her lip and takes a few seconds to consider how much she should share.

"Fair enough…" She exhales and smiles a little before deciding on just telling the truth "I grew up in different group homes.
Everyone had an active role in the household.
You either helped with the cooking… or you cleaned… it's always been pretty clear that I was not born to feed the hungry…
whenever I tried… people would remain hungry

So, I got to develop my cleaning skills from a young age."

She tells her lightly. Not wanting to make a bigger deal out of her story than is necessary.

"I see." The beautiful brunette in front of her nods slowly, still looking straight into her eyes.

"I assure you that your house will shine, if you were to hire me of course."

Emma tells her decidedly and convinced but not very loud and rather airy.

But Regina's mind seems to be elsewhere already.

She's actually already moved on to the next question.

"How are you with children?"

Emma hadn't really expected this question.
Emma really had not expected this question.

"Well…" She momentarily looks away to gather her thoughts and then smiles softly.

"Did I mention I grew up in different group homes?"

Once again, their eyes lock.

"Of course, pardon me…" Regina shakes her head a little.

"It's just that… I'm a single mother to a young son and he means everything to me.
If you were to work for me you'd occasionally see him around the house and I'd have to know that I can trust you."

She tells the girl openly…

Anyone that enters her home and life must know that Henry is and always will be her top priority and concern.
That includes the cleaning lady.

"Evidently… I'm not sure how I can prove it to you, but I'm entirely trustworthy and I…
well, all that I can say is that my respect for parents that care so greatly for their children is endless…
as is my happiness for kids that get to experience that kind of unconditional love."

At some point during her explanation Emma's eyes found their way upon the floor.
She breathes out slowly and regards the reflection of her hair that's fallen into her face.

"That's… quite beautifully put, Miss Swan." Regina pulls her from her thoughts.

"Please, call me Emma." The girl smiles and tells the brunette kindly.

"Okay then… Emma… How would you like to work for me?" Said brunette now smiles wide.

"I… Seriously?" And Emma pipes up immediately. She sits up straight and waves an excited hand through her long hair.

"I don't usually joke around, dear." Regina straightens out her features to glare at Emma playfully.

"That would be great. I'd do my very best not to disappoint you." The young woman gulps and then quickly nods.

"I'd expect nothing less, of course." Regina nods too now.

"Of course."

"What days of the week are you available?" She requests to know of Emma.

"Any and every day." The girl informs her quickly.

This startles her now boss a little.

"I'm your first client?" Regina tilts her head in question.

"You are." Emma nods rather uncertain. But for no reason because Regina merely shrugs and continues.

"Well, actually… that's convenient. The house is rather spacious… It might be a good idea to divide it over two days."

"Okay." Emma can't help but smile excitedly.

"I think it would be best if you came on Mondays and Tuesdays."

"Perfect." She confirms but Regina doesn't seem to be done yet because the woman then says…

"And then Fridays and Saturdays."

"Oh." Emma's expression becomes one of slight confusion.

"Unless you don't work on Saturdays." Regina reasons

"No that's not it… I'd work on Christmas if I had to but… you want the place cleaned twice a week?"

"Yes I would." Regina nods as she gives Emma a clear answer.

The girl waits a few seconds for her to change her mind,
surely she'll realize that paying someone to clean your house twice a week might be a bit over the top,
but Regina doesn't seem to have any doubts about it.

"Oh… Okay… of course… as you wish." The blonde then smiles tight lipped and thrilled about being hired for a job this big.

"Well then that's settled. I guess we'll have to wait and see about the hours.
I suggest you begin around 9 each morning. I work from home so I should be here to let you in."
Emma's eyes momentarily follow the motion of Regina's hands as they absentmindedly trace lines along the brunette's perfect jawline

"Sounds great." She softly says. Soft enough to startle herself and draw her eyes back to Regina's

"Is there anything else you want to ask or tell?"

The question… the wording… this woman's kindness… the situation…
all of this leads Emma to just blurt out the single most moroninic thing.

"I'm gay." She spills, instantly crowning herself her least favorite person in the whole wide world.

"What?" Regina curls up her nose in confusion and then chuckles at the weirdness of Emma's sudden confession.

"I mean… I'm sorry… I don't know why I said that…"

"Are you not gay?"

"No, I am… but."

"Okay, well… thank you for the information." Regina furrows her brow a little awkwardly and smiles tight lipped and painfully formal.

Emma sighs annoyed with herself and the situation she brought upon herself.

"No wait, Miss Mills… It's just… I do know why I said that… I just want to make sure that…
See, right before I came here I had a meeting with a couple in this building… potential clients but… they quite quickly interrupted me and ambushed me with questions about my sexuality and they didn't seem too keen on hiring a lesbian as a cleaning help or…
well, anything I guess."

"The Blanchard's?"

"Yes, I believe that's them."

"I'm sorry you had the displeasure of meeting those imbeciles, Miss Swan.
Why would they even ask for such personal information?"

"I don't know… Mister Blanchard said he'd seen it the moment he'd opened the door."
Emma curls up her nose and honestly has no idea how to even feel about that.
She also probably shouldn't have told Regina that as it puts them in a bit of an awkward situation.

"Well" Regina slowly says, causing for Emma to wince.

"You don't have to say anything." The blonde averts her eyes and clears her throat.

"Miss Swan, they had no right to say those things. Regardless of how you look."

How the hell do I look? Emma inwardly panics.

"Which is fine… You look good, don't worry. I can practically read the worry on your face."
Regina rolls her eyes and smiles and it might very well be the prettiest eye roll Emma's ever seen.

"Thank you. and really… call me Emma. If I'm going to be cleaning your bathroom, you can call me by my first name." She shrugs casually, attempting to hide the slight blush on her cheeks. Yes, she feels it's presence.

"Unless you find that entirely inappropriate… in which case… Miss Swan is fine, of course."

"Shut up, Emma before I regret hiring you." Regina deadpans and then snorts in amusement.

"Did you just…"

"Did I not just tell you to shut up?" So very obviously a rhetorical question, right?

There's not a single other thing Emma can do than nod in that moment.

"Great. So I will see you on Monday?"
The friendly smile on flawless features has returned and Emma's certain this woman's going to give her a whiplash any moment now.

Another nod.

"Splendid." Regina slams her hands onto her upper thighs and quickly goes to stand up.

"Now if you'll excuse me. I have to go pick up my son from his dance class."

"Oh cool, what type of dance does he do?" Emma finds herself asking before she can think better of it.
It's not any of her business really. But she finds herself wanting to keep talking to her new boss...
The woman is just fascinating…

Well, she's hot and she's clearly super friendly…
She's actually obviously fucking perfect… enough reasons for Emma's interest to be successfully and most likely irreversibly peeked.
Not that she'd ever stand a chance… she's not delirious but she is only human.

"The first year is ballet, but next year he wants to switch to modern."

Regina explains and the pride in her tone is just impossible to ignore.
It makes her even more beautiful and to Emma it's just astounding how that's even possible.

"Sounds awesome. I have zero dancing skills. I'm in awe of the kid already."

AND OF YOU Emma nods and blushes. But she means it. It's clear that Regina and her son have a very very good thing going on.
This family is definitely a warm one. One that at some... or well… a lot of points in her life she would have been so jealous of…
but not now and here. No. For some reason… right now, she can only feel warmth in her heart too.
It kind of takes her aback a little and she swallows thickly.

"The kid is called Henry. And he has his suppleness from me." Regina chuckles. Oh and another eye roll.

Emma's quickly growing addicted to those and realizes she's kind of screwed because of it.

"Uhu." The younger woman murmurs and draws in her upper lip to bite on to distract herself from envisioning her new boss in positions that would prove said suppleness.

Brown eyebrows furrow obliviously.

"Are you alright, Miss"

"Emma." She recovers quickly and corrects Miss Mills. Regina.

"Emma." and is offered a soft, gorgeous smile.

"Yeah thank you… I'll be going then. I'll see you on Monday! Say hi to Henry from me!" The blonde then quickly says.
She really really will have to work on averting her focus from all of those features she wants to drown and get lost in…

Basically… looking in Regina's direction could be catastrophic for her job.

And heart.

"He doesn't know you yet, dear." Regina chuckles and Emma realizes that when Regina Mills chuckles,
she becomes embarrassingly weak in the knees.

Great. Just fucking great.

"Shit. Right. Well, tell him I can't wait to meet him!" She pulls up her shoulders cutely and warily tells the brunette.
She allows their eyes to meet once more… only because she doesn't want to come across as rude or entirely socially awkward and throws in a –non-intentionally shy- smile in the mix, after which she turns around and makes her way towards the elevator that'll both literally and figuratively speaking bring her down from this high on Regina Mills she's on.

"I will, Emma." She hears the woman say from behind her.
A voice smiling and friendly and warm and everything she's never had but always wanted.

Great. Just fucking great.

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I'd love to continue but I'd have to know that some of you'd actually read it otherwise I'll just keep it for my imagination ^^ Anyway... have a great day !