You are a poor student, in dire need of money to pay this semester's tuition. You visit the financial aid office to see if they can help you to find a way to make the payments, a loan, a grant, a scholarship, a job, anything. The aid officer sternly reviewed your records, shaking his head and tsking from time to time. You shift in your seat uncomfortably. He finally looks up at you, shaking his head "You're not qualified for much - you're not smart enough for a scholarship or a grant, and frankly, I don't have the confidence that you'll EVER be able to repay a loan."
There's a sinking in the pit of your stomach, this was your last hope, but you've been shot down, and on top of it, insulted. Head down, shoulders slumped, you begin to stand to leave, hopeless and dejected. "There may be one thing that EVEN YOU are capable of."
"Yes sir, anything."
"One of our alumni posted a listing for a maid during His Private functions and....."
"Yes sir, I'll take it."
You get the details on the location of the house and time you are to meet your prospective employer. You arrive at the home of the alumnus and ring the bell. You're dressed conservatively in a blue pin striped pant suit, you don't want to take any chances by looking unprofessional, and this seems to be your last chance to make the money necessary for your tuition and to keep you in school. You don't want to end up like the rest of your family, uneducated and doing menial tasks for minimum wage.
The alumnus answers the door, he doesn't say a word, he just looks you up and down and turns and walks away. Since he left the door open, you assume that you were meant to follow. You're thinking to yourself "What is this guy's deal." You cautiously enter the dining room and find him seated at the table, you start to speak "Excuse me sir…."
He puts his finger to his lips, motioning you to stop speaking.
"Since you've taken it upon yourself to enter my home, you're telling me that you're accepting the position. I will hire you for my gathering this evening, if you meet my expectations, you will not have to worry about tuition in the future. The job was listed at the University as a maid, but I cannot stress enough to you that your job is to keep my guests happy and satisfied, do you understand?"
Hardly able to contain your excitement about and end to your money problems, you nearly shout, "Yes sir, I understand completely."
"Fine young lady, I expect you here at 8 pm sharp. One last thing, your uniform. This is what I expect you to be wearing," as he hands you a box. You're so ecstatic about a job that you immediately answer "yes sir," without even looking to see what your uniform consisted of.
You leave his house and spend the afternoon running some errands. By the time you got home, it was about 5:30, plenty of time to take a bath, get dressed and get back to his house on time. You open the box for the first time, your reaction "Oh my God." You were expecting a drab, hotel maid type uniform, your expectations were off. The uniform consisted of leather corset that just barely covers your nipples, leaving your sexy belly exposed. Your breasts seem as if they will spill out at any second. There are fishnet thigh highs with a garter, a frilly lace skirt that does not even reach the top of your stockings, silk panties with the whole uniform topped off with a leather choker complete with one steel ring on the front. You're not normally one who's shy about showing off your incredible tight little body and long, long slender legs, but this is a job, so you're self conscience. You hop in your car to drive to his house, but first grab a rain coat to cover yourself. You feel sexy, but you don't want anyone to get the wrong impression of you.
You arrive at His house at 7:45, but there are already several cars in the driveway and parked on the street. You go around to the side of the house as you were previously instructed. You enter the kitchen and find Him waiting there for you. "You won't be needing that coat this evening," as He slides it off your shoulders. He drinks you in with an inspection that both makes you feel uncomfortable and at the same time, flattered. "That's much better than your stodgy suit you wore earlier. Remember, your job is to keep my guests satisfied, and if you're able to do that, your money concerns have come to an end. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," as you blush and drop your head as you realize He is still studying you and every inch of your semi exposed little body.
You enter the room of the party; there you see several couples, a few single women and Him. Everyone's eyes are glued to you, you're really blushing now as you clear up empty glasses and dishes and fill glasses with various drinks. Without realizing it you start to begin to relish the attention, you haven't felt this sort of reaction to anything you've done in months, maybe years; people actually seemed to be appreciating you for something you've done, who cares if it was some meaningless job. You begin to hold your head up as you walk about the room, completing your duties. You feel sexy in your uniform, showing off your young college age figure, long, long slender legs, flat tight stomach, hard perfectly rounded ass and firm perfect breasts. You feel so sexy that steadily your nipples begin to harden and there's heat building between those long sexy legs. You like turning the heads of the male guests and feeling the envy of the female guests.
You're in the kitchen cleaning some dishes when one of the women comes in. She fills her glass with wine and turns to you "Why don't you take a break and join me, I don't like to drink by myself."
