NEIGHBOR AND MAID 2

Putting aside her natural modesty, Laura undressed and slipped
the satin corset around her waist. Millie laced it very tightly and
told her to put on the sheer black stockings which reached
within an inch of her crotch. Laura snapped the garter tabs in
place, then put on the black panties, which were so small that
they hid very little.

Laura looked at herself in the long mirror. The dress was long-
sleeved. The neck was deeply scooped and had a boned bodice that
supported the undersides of her breasts, thrusting them upwards
to maximize there size and shapeliness, and squeezing them
together to form a deep cleavage.

The hem was very short, just concealing her stocking tops in
front and leaving a glimpse of the curve of her ass cheeks
exposed behind. Laura slipped into the spiked heeled pumps and
looked into the mirror again, adjusting the little lace cap and
apron.

"Oh Millie," she said in a high pitched whine, "I'm not so sure about
this..." but, the sight of her reflection was curiously exciting.

Millie said she was having a couple of women over for lunch and
she wanted to get their opinions on Laura's costume. Laura
protested, but Millie would have none of Laura's objections and
grabbing her arm she led her out the door.

After they got inside Millie's house, she disappeared into the
bathroom. The doorbell rang. Millie yelled to her to her,
"Answer the door."

Laura looked at herself in the hall mirror. She looked for all
the world like a woman right out of a fetish dream. The dress
emphasised her pinched in waist and her outthrust and well
exposed breasts. Her long legs covered in the tautly held dark
tone nylon stockings were visable from the peek-a-boo view of a
darker top band on her thighs to the tall high heeled pumps in
which she stood. With her hair combed and make-up freshly done
she looked ravishing. The lacy white cap atop her head together
with the matching apron clearly articulated her status as a
domestic, a maid...maid Laura Petrie.

"You can practice being 'in character'," she added with a note of
laughter in her voice.

Balancing precariously on the spiked heels, Laura opened the
door to admit two women. Lynne Jenkins was blonde, blue eyed,
and wearing a blue dress that hugged her ample curves, stockings and
dark blue pumps. Carole Ling was Oriental, black hair with
dark eyes. Her nylon covered legs were well displayed in a
slitted black skirt and high heels. She, too had ample breasts
which were evident in the white silk blouse she wore. Laura had never
seen either of the women before and was a bit surprised.
She was also more than a little embarrassed.
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