When Chase Walks In and Catches Shayla in Her ‘Maid for Pleasure’ Outfit — While Anthony Watches in Shock!

 When Chase Walks In and Catches Shayla in Her ‘Maid for Pleasure’ Outfit — While Anthony Watches in Shock!

Setting: A luxury vacation villa in Miami. Anthony and Shayla are enjoying a playful, romantic getaway. Shayla has surprised Anthony with a sexy twist — a sultry maid outfit for some fun roleplay. But just as the mood heats up, Chase, Anthony’s cousin, shows up unannounced…

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[Scene opens in the villa’s master bedroom]

Anthony (sitting on the edge of the bed, smirking):
“Damn, girl. I did not expect you to take that ‘room service’ joke seriously.”

Shayla (twirling a feather duster in her hand, wearing a tight, black-and-white lace maid outfit):
“Well, sir,” (she says in a fake French accent), “I am just here to clean up... all your dirty little secrets.”

Anthony (laughs, leaning back):
“Oh, we’re doing accents now? Okay, bet. Don’t break character.”

Shayla (kneeling on the floor, slowly crawling toward him):
“I am here to... polish your wood... and fluff your pillows.”

Anthony (eyes widening):
“Oh, we really roleplaying, huh? I like this Shayla. She bold.”

[Suddenly, the front door swings open downstairs]

Chase (shouting from the foyer):
“Yo, Ant! You left the damn pool bag in my car! You said you needed—"

Anthony (alarmed, eyes snapping to the door):
“Wait—did you lock the front door?!”

Shayla (panicking, jumps to her feet):
“No! I thought you did!”

Anthony:
“Dammit, Chase always shows up uninvited!”

Shayla (scrambling for a robe):
“Oh my God, Anthony, I can’t be seen like this!”

[Footsteps approach fast — too fast. Chase walks in and freezes mid-step]

Chase (eyes wide, jaw dropping):
“Yo… what the—?!”

Shayla (screaming, grabbing a throw pillow to cover herself):
“CHASE?! Turn around!”

Chase (backing up, hands in the air):
“NAH. No way. What is happening in here?! Why Shayla look like she just stepped outta a fantasy film?!”

Anthony (standing between them, facepalming):
“Bro, knock! You ever heard of knocking?!”

Chase (pointing, laughing now):
“Nah, nah, nah, hold up. She got the little apron and everything. Yo, y’all out here doing... ‘50 Shades of Windex’ or something?”

Shayla (furious and mortified):
“This was supposed to be private! Get OUT!”

Chase (still grinning, stepping back but lingering in the doorway):
“I just came to drop off your pool bag. But clearly, you two got other kinds of... maintenance scheduled.”

Anthony (gritting his teeth):
“Chase, I swear—if you don’t turn around and get out…”

Chase (laughing as he backs away):
“Say less! But don’t act like I’m the bad guy here. You left the door open like y’all hosting auditions for an adult film.”

[He disappears down the hall, still chuckling]

Shayla (plopping onto the bed, hiding her face in her hands):
“I want to die. I literally want to melt into the carpet.”

Anthony (sits beside her, rubbing her back):
“Baby, it’s fine. He’s just being stupid. He’ll forget in a week.”

Shayla (muffled voice):
“No, he won’t. He’s going to bring this up at every family cookout. 'Remember when Shayla was playing French maid in Miami?'”

Anthony (smiling softly):
“Look at it this way — at least he didn’t walk in five minutes later. That would’ve been way worse.”

Shayla (groans):
“Anthony!”

Anthony (teasing):
“What? I’m just saying. You know it was about to go down.”

Shayla (throws a pillow at him):
“You’re unbelievable!”

[Cut to Chase downstairs, still laughing while texting someone]

Chase (texting):
Yo. You won’t believe what I just walked in on. Shayla in a maid outfit. Ant living the dream. 😂

[Back upstairs, Shayla peeks out from under the pillow]

Shayla:
“You think he’s already telling people?”

Anthony:
“Chase? He probably already texted the group chat.”

Shayla (groaning louder):
“I can’t go back home now. We gotta move to a different city.”

Anthony (pulling her close):
“Or we can just own it. Next time, maybe I’ll dress up. How you feel about a shirtless butler?”

Shayla (laughs despite herself):
“Oh no. You? In a bowtie and nothing else?”

Anthony (grinning):
“Hey, if we’re doing this, we’re doing it right.”

[They both laugh as the tension breaks. Shayla kisses him on the cheek]

Shayla:
“Just lock the door next time, okay?”

Anthony (mock salute):
“Yes ma’am. I’ll secure the perimeter before any more sexy missions.”

[Downstairs, Chase’s voice echoes again]

Chase (yelling up):
“Hey, y’all good? I left the bag on the counter... and I didn’t touch the feather duster. I swear!”

Anthony (shouting back):
“Chase, if you want to keep your teeth, walk away now.”

Chase:
“Damn, Ant. Just say thank you and stop acting like I saw something sacred!”

Shayla (under her breath):
“Sacred? I’ll show him sacred… with a mop handle.”

Anthony (laughing):
“That’s my girl. Feisty maid and all.”

[Curtain closes on the chaos with laughter, love, and a clear reminder: Always lock the damn door during roleplay!]