It had been three months since I had moved and I still could not find a job. I trolled the craiglist ads all day and responded to every job ad that I even remotely qualified for. I was finally getting ready for bed when I had a notification on my phone from an email. I recognized it because I never got emails from my phone - for some reason even the people on craigslist didn't want to hire me.
It was an email from a job ad I responded to for help cleaning a home and tidying up for a busy professional. The guy explained he was a very busy doctor and was a pretty messy guy in general so he wanted help with the apartment. The pay was pretty good for an expected 3 hours of work 2 or 3 times a week. I was feeling pretty positive about this since I really needed any sort of income to start coming in now until the email mentioned some sort of uniform. It stated that he would like if the person coming over wear a uniform while working and that we could meet to talk more if I was interested.
Instantly my red flags were raised in my head. Of course. Of course I wouldn't be so lucky as to get a normal job and this guy was probably some freak. I decided to respond anyways - yes I was that desperate. I guess wearing a skimpy uniform wouldn't be the worst thing in the world for a few hours at a time. Plus the money if I came in twice a week would cover rent and electric at least and I would have one less thing to worry about for now.
The next morning he replied with another email asking if I could meet for lunch at his place so he could show me around. I thought it would be good to see the place too to make sure the work involved was going to be at least somewhat worth the money. I was ready to just say yes though so I could start working already.
"Hi, you must be Heather! Come in..."
"Thanks.."
His name was Luke and he showed me around the apartment. It was probably close to 1000 sq ft. Not too big but he was right - it was pretty messy. We talked about how he just needed someone to slowly clean the place up and then maintain it long term. Things were going well and I had agreed to do the job for him when he mentioned the uniform.
"Well...I want you to wear a certain uniform when you work for me. I'll be the only person here when you're here for the first few weeks. ....Would you be okay with that? "
I just looked at him like he was crazy. I asked to see this "uniform" since I was determined not to let this chance get away. All I could think about was my timeline of the month and when my rent check was due. He got up and went into his room to get the uniform while I waited. He didn't seem very sure of whether I would accept and seemed a little nervous when bringing it up. Maybe I'll be slightly lucky and he's just a regular guy with a small maid fetish?
He came back out showing me a really short skirt and a plain looking tank top. Well...it wasn't as bad as I expected. I made it clear I didn't want any touching, etc. in another awkward conversation before I left. That night I was supposed to come back when he was home from work to start working a little. Mainly laundry since he was really behind on it.
When I got there I started to regret my decision but I needed the money pretty badly so I decided to suck it up. Luke showed me to his room and gave me some time to put on the skirt and top. I felt pretty slutty with my bare ass hanging out - in retrospect I don't know why I wasn't smart enough to put on better underwear.
I came out and started going through the laundry separating shades and materials out. He had a TON of clothes just sitting around in little stacks everywhere. To my pleasant surprise he wasn't really paying me any attention and was working on his computer from the little office area he had. After a while I just got used to feeling the slight cold on my ass cheeks.
While waiting for the laundry to come out I sat down on the couch to take a small break. Luke came out of his office area and looked me over while sitting next to me. I felt slightly uncomfortable but tried to act cool.
"You know you're making the couch wet."
"What??" Before I could finish my thought I realized that being dressed up and potentially watched had apparently made me pretty wet.. I was so embarrassed. "...sorry.." I barely whispered. Can't he just go away so I can clean myself up now??
"Why don't you throw those into the next round of laundry and I can get you a towel for now?"
I sat dead still for a minute. I had never really just been exposed like that to anyone before. I DID want to wash my panties but I wasn't sure if I could trust this guy.
