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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NEIGHBOR AND MAID 1

NEIGHBOR AND MAID
Author:Dodge


Laura and Millie were neighbors and friends, and they had
gotten into the habit of having coffee at her house on weekday
mornings. Usually Laura was wearing just her old work clothes
and Millie was often still in her robe.

One morning as Laura poured the coffee, Millie joked, "I'd like to have
you as my maid and have you serve coffee to me every
morning."

At the time Laura didn't place much emphasis on it as she was
somewhat preoccupied. Laura and husband Rob had received an
invitation to a costume party, but she couldn't decide what she
wanted to wear. Guests were asked to come costumed and act 'in
character' as part of the party theme.

The next day, Laura was asking Millie for suggestions about
costumes. She looked over a coffee cup at her and said, "I think you
should go dressed in one of those sexy naughty French
maid outfits. You certainly have the figure for it. I even know of a
store where we can get one from."

Laura winced at the thought of prancing around for an evening in some
skanty outfit, but Millie continued, "Rob can dress as a butler. You
two will make a great couple!"

Being at a loss for any other ideas, Laura agreed. That
afternoon Millie returned with several boxes and a big grin on
her face. In one box was a classic maid's outfit of black dress with a
white apron and cap. It had a very short skirt and was
cut very low in the front with a very bare bosom effect. In
another box Laura found a severe looking black satin corset with old
fashioned laces and garters with lace and ribbon bows on
each garter.

They took the costume into her bedroom, where Millie started
lookingthrough her dresser and closet. "I thought so-nothing
appropriate," she said, and reached into her bag again. She took out
terribly tiny pair of lace trimmed, black bikini
panties, dark toned nylon stockings, an almost nothing bra and
incredibly high pointed toe pumps in polished black leather.
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TRANSFORMATION D'UNE BOURGEOISE - 7

We arrived in front of the elegant 19th century residential building
in Avenue Victor Hugo. She was an excellent driver and she knew to
drive around the maize of Parisian streets quite well, how on earth a
'femme de menage' was so competent in driving? Another mystery about
Monique. what was her real past, I wonder? She interrupted my thoughts :
"Allez, out of the car, I leave you here, just walk to the side door
where 'concierge' is written and ring the bell, Conchita will let you
in. Run along now, I'll come and collect you in about 3 hours, probably
I'll ring before and see how you are doing. Good luck Maria!"

She practically pushed me out of the car, my ex car, and speeded away. I
practically run to the door and rang the bell, looking sideways to see
if someone was coming. The door opened and a formidable lady appeared in
front of me. She looked at me from head to toes and said casually in a
heavily accented french : "You must be this bourgeoise, Monique mentioned
that wants to become a cleaning woman, what a weird decision." I looked
at her aghast and surprised. I said hastily : "Can I come in please,
I feel uncorfotable in those clothes in public." She looked at me again
and laughed, a rather loud but good hearted laugh I must say. "Mais
oui, come in, but if you feel uncomfortable now, imagine how you will
feel later when you will be down to your hands and knees scrubbing the
landings between floors, ha.ha,ha...!" she continued laughing.

Inside her miniscule apartment I could see her better. She was a big
woman, a few centimetres taller than me and also fatter. She had the
derriere of a woman of her class, big bottom in other words, but also
she seemed a strong woman, her body was somehow muscular. She was
wearing black pantyhose and a short blue nylon smock patterned with
flowers. You could see below the smock her black skirt and her cheap
plastic sandals. She turned again to me and said : "Look, Monique said
to me that you decided to exchange places with her and become 'une femme
de menage, une bonniche', is it true?"

Obviouly she wanted to test me and see if I do things on my own
will. What could I say, that I was partly pushed into this. Not really,
if I was strongly against I wouldn't have stand right now in front of
her dressed as I was dressed! I looked at her and said.: "Yes Conchita,
this is true, I want to live a true experience of a cleaning woman,
a maid, as you said it. Can you help me?"

She relaxed and smiled at me broadly. "Of course I can help you 'ma
petite', let me look at you, remove your coat and scarf, let me see
you face. Look at those hands, they are so soft, so not used to menial
housework, 'par contre' look at my hands pet".

She was holding her hands in front of me, I looked at those big hands,
skin cracked and wrinkly, the nails with remains of a vulgar red.
(7 - a suivre)