My wife, Lacey, has always been a stay-at-home mom. She loves it, and says that she'd never want to go back to working full-time, like she did before we got married.
She has, however, wanted to take a vacation to visit family overseas, and I hasn't been able to figure out a way to fit that into the budget during the next decade. A few years ago, she had wanted to do the same, and took on a temporary job delivering newspapers for a couple months, to cover the cost of the trip.
My mom is the chatty type, always making conversation with everyone she meets. Recently, while buying something she'd found in a classified ad, the man she was purchasing the item from, asked if she happened to know of anyone looking for work. He explained that his job was taking him away from home quite a lot, and that he needed someone to clean around the house, and take care of the animals on his small farm.
Later, when my mom was visiting us, she casually mentioned it to us. Lacey and I had just been going over our finances, before my mother's visit, and the man's request gave her an idea.
"You know... if I took another temporary part-time position, we could afford that vacation, just like last time," she said.
"Oh, well I could give you his number. He seemed like a nice guy," offered my mother.
The next day, Lacey called the man, and explained that she'd heard he might be interested in hiring a cleaner and farmhand. He was excited to hear from her, and invited her to drop by that evening when he had arrived home from work, to go over the details and see if it was a good fit.
"He has sheep and chickens that need to be fed, and he's going to need his house cleaned and laundry washed," My wife told me, excitedly. "He wants to see me at 7pm tonight. You don't mind watching the kids while you work if I do this, do you?"
Of course I didn't; working from home gave me the opportunity to spend a lot more time with my family, and allowing her time to run errands by herself from time-to-time.
The afternoon flew past, and she got ready for her interview. She dressed in a nice dress that had a professional cut, but did nothing to hide the size of her breasts, or the curve of her hips. She put on makeup and did her hair, then prepared to leave for her interview right after an early dinner together.
"I don't know how long this will take, so put the kids to bed without me, if I'm not home in time," she said to me, a tinge of guilt in her voice. "But it's only this late, because it's when he's home; it shouldn't be this late when I'm actually working for him."
I told her I completely understood, and that I'd take care of everything. I kissed her goodbye, then instantly regretted it, as I had smeared her lipstick.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry, I don't usually wear lipstick," she apologized.
"No worries, but you might want to fix that before you head out," I said with a grin, motioning to her cheek, where a bit of red was smeared.
After hurriedly fixing it up in the bathroom mirror, she waived as she ran out the door, calling "I'm gonna be late!"
She followed the GPS in her phone, and arrived at his house at 6:59.
She jumped out and rushed up the the door, ringing the doorbell, then adjusting her dress as she waited for him to answer.
"Ah, you're right on time, I see," he said with a smile as he opened the door. He was a tall, muscular man. He looked to be about ten years older than Lacey, and had a kind, friendly demeanour that instantly made Lacey feel at ease.
He lead her inside, then explained, "I live by myself. Along with this farm, I own a trucking company. I recently picked up a contract that requires daily runs to Johnsonville six days a week. One of my drivers had to quit unexpectedly, so I've been forced to take over that drive every day. On top of my other responsibilities, I just don't have enough time to take care of my farm and keep the house clean."
"Wow, I can see how that would be exhausting. What all do you need done?" she asked.
"Well, first off, come with me, and I'll show you to the barn. But..." he looked at her dress and high-heeled shoes. "You're gonna need to change into some coveralls."
"Oh, I wasn't thinking about that," she said, horrified that she'd already messed up her interview.
"Not to worry, I actually have clothes for you to wear. Farm work and cleaning will destroy clothing, so I have some here for you to wear while you're working. If you'll follow me, I'll show you what I mean."
She followed him through his house, to a room at the back.
"This is the rear entrance, it's where I'll have you come inside," he motioned to a door to his left. "And this is the dressing room, where you can get changed. There's a closet with everything you'll need; just get changed, then come on out and I'll show you around."
With that, he left through the rear entrance he'd pointed out, leaving her to explore the changing room.
It was a small room with a bench, a shower, and a couple closets. One was open, revealing work clothes that looked appropriate for farm work.
She looked through the closet, picked one that looked like it would fit, when sat down on the bench to take her shoes off.
Ten minutes later, she stepped outside, wearing the tan coveralls. They fit her comfortably, and she made them look pretty good. She had also found a pair of rubber work boots in the closet, and wore those as well.
"Oh good, looks like you found something that fits you nicely.
"The barn is right over here."
He lead her to a large building, then showed her inside. There were several pens containing sheep, a couple goats, and a stack of hay bales. Outside, there was a large chicken coop housing dozens of hens. He showed her how to feed, water, and muck the stalls, then took her back inside.
"Okay, you can change back out of that uniform," he said. "I can show you what I'll need inside, in your street clothes."
She changed quickly, then he gave her the tour of his house. It was spacious and tidy, needing only minimal cleaning.
"I'll need the animals cared for every day, and the house cleaned and laundry washed once a week," he explained. "So what do you think, do we have a deal?"
That evening, when she got home, she was bubbling over with excitement. I knew she would enjoy the opportunity to spend time with animals, but I had seriously underestimated how excited she would be.
"He wants me to start tomorrow," she explained. "It'll just be a quick visit to care of the animals. I'll be doing the cleaning on Fridays."
During the next week, she was gone about an hour every day, in the late morning. Then when Friday rolled around, she left early, and told me she wasn't sure how long it would take, but to take care of the kids for her. I kissed her goodbye, and she was was off.
She began her day like always, then when it was time to work inside, she went into the changing room. When she got there, she was surprised to find a maid outfit laid out on the bench.
"He must be home; that wasn't there when I got changed this morning," she said to herself.
The uniform was exactly her size; he must've gotten it from the coveralls she wore. It looked like something from a costume shop at first glance, but when she looked closer, she could see that it was a real uniform, made by ACME Uniforms.
"Well... I guess this makes sense, but it's a little weird," she mused, then decided to try it out.
It wasn't difficult to put the uniform on. It was a dress designed to look like it had a built-in corset, with a zipper in the back. The bustierre was made of white lace, and her breasts filled it nicely, showing an eye-catching amount of cleavage. Her shoulders were covered with matching white lace. The skirt flaired out like a tutu, and seemed skimpy to her, but she patted it down and told herself that she was overthinking it. The ensamble was finished out with a pair of matching house-slippers.
She struggled with the zipper, then finally gave up on it, raising it about halfway up her back. "It doesn't matter," she told herself. "I just need to get some vacuuming and dusting done while the washer and dryer run, then I'll change back to my clothes and be finished."
She walked out and began her duties, when she was surprised to see him come around a corner behind her.
