A second day at work for twenty-three-year-old Laura. Today, something completely different. Once again, all actors in this drama; major players, bit part actors or simply extras, are over the age of eighteen.
I was shaken roughly awake the next morning by Annabel. I was still feeling tired and, when I looked, the place where I had been waxed was still red and raw. I scrambled out of bed and found my brown uniform and pulled it over my head.
"Come on," she urged me, "it's never a good idea to be late for work."
We dashed out and joined the rest of the girls as they hurried down the stairs to the kitchen. As we got there, I copied them as we all adopted the humiliating pose before marching in, subdued and in single file, and lined up just inside the door. Chef Phillip walked along the row, inspecting us carefully. Occasionally he would stop in front of one of the girls and grope her breasts or feel under her dress. The poor girl tried to stand still as his hand explored her hidden places while he seemed to take pleasure in his freedom to do as he pleased. Then he stepped back and assigned each girl her place in the kitchen for the day. One by one they left the line and went to their station.
I was surprised when he called Mary's name and put her on the pot wash. The poor girl already looked worn out but walked across to the sink and began to busy herself. Eventually I was the only one left and I wondered what menial task was to be mine.
"You're on training today, new girl. Miss Alice is expecting you. Jake will show you the way."
The young man I had encountered in the toilet yesterday stepped forward, grinning from ear to ear. He spun me around and pushed me towards the door.
"Left," he directed me, and I preceded him along a corridor that was new to me. We came to another set of stairs and he pushed me towards it. I started to climb, very conscious of the man behind me.
"Nice view from down here," he taunted.
I felt his hand reach under my tunic and grope between my legs. I staggered and nearly fell but managed to regain my balance. I had to bring my hands forward to stop my fall, but his hand kept sliding between my legs. With difficulty I stood upright and continued up the stairs. Eventually our way was blocked by a door. I stopped and he came up beside me. He squashed himself against me with a sneer on his face, then smacked me hard on the bottom, before opening the door and pushing me through.
I stumbled into a large room. It was brightly lit from the large windows along one side. The opposite wall was lined with bookshelves and the carpeted floor felt soft even through the thin soles of my worn-out shoes. To the right was a large door and to the left was an ornate desk. We had come in through a hidden door that was part of the bookcase. Behind the desk sat Miss Alice. She stood up as I staggered in still trying to maintain the obligatory pose.
"That will be all, thank you, Jake," she said before turning her attention to me.
She pointed to the centre of the carpet and I quickly moved to stand there. I tried to remember, elbows back and eyes down, as she strolled around me, inspecting me from all angles.
"Today we start your training. I'm sure you're better suited upstairs than down in the kitchen but I'm not sure quite where to place you. We'll start with waiting at table, so strip. Any experience?"
I was shocked but knew better than to disobey. I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak, as I pulled my dress over my head. Then I resumed the pose.
"I see you're still looking a bit red down there," she said, rubbing her hand over my sensitive skin. "It will fade quickly enough. And the shoes!"
I quickly kicked off my shoes as she walked back to the desk. For a second or two I was able to enjoy the soft luxury of the carpet beneath my bare feet, before she turned around and walked back to me. She was carrying a couple of scraps of white cloth. She handed me one of them. It was tiny and only hinted at its inspiration, an apron. On her order I tied it around my waist. It was so small that it left me completely exposed. The other item she carried was a small lace cap that she arranged carefully on top of my head.
She went back to her desk and returned with a pair of black high-heeled shoes. I had a pair of two-inch ones at home and never felt safe on them, but these were at least four inches if not more. They looked intimidating. She dropped them onto the carpet at my feet.
"Have you worn heels before?"
"N ... no, Miss Alice, not as big as those."
"Well, you'll just have to get used to them. Put them on. They're your size."
How I managed it without falling over or breaking an ankle I don't know. I had to unclasp my hands just to keep my balance, but Miss Alice made no comment. Nervously I slowly resumed the pose. I could feel the strain in my legs as my muscles struggled to keep me upright. For a second time she walked around me. She made an adjustment to the bow that tied the apron behind me and then I felt her stop. Her hand stroked across my right cheek.
"Whose handprint is this?" she demanded, but before I could answer she went on, "don't bother, I can guess. I will get Chef Phillip to speak to Jake. That boy takes far too many liberties."
She went back to the desk and leant against it, inspecting me from a distance. Then the moment came that I had been dreading. I was told to walk around the room. Part of me was tempted to fall over and feign an injury but something stopped me. It felt important that I complete this new task and maybe even please Miss Alice. For the first few steps I was terrified that I would indeed fall over but I managed to make it back to the centre of the room. I stood back on the spot and tried not to show my pride.
"Not bad. Now, again. Try to look elegant this time."
For the next hour or two she kept me at it, making me walk in circles and figures of eight. She would drop a teaspoon on the floor, and I was made to pick it up. She walked beside me groping me as she did so, squeezing my arse cheeks or sliding a finger along my pussy lips. Her constant attention started to arouse me, and I had no way to hide it from her as my pussy began to ooze moisture. She made me carry a silver tray with a delicate cup and saucer on it. Slowly, as she worked me through the exercises, I felt less nervous. I was told to stop and put the tray down and assume the pose while she walked around and sat behind the desk. She picked up a telephone and pressed a button. After a short wait she spoke into it.
"We'll have lunch now. One for me and one for a trainee. As soon as possible."
She put the phone down and looked at me. I was almost getting used to being stared at, to being constantly groped and manhandled, of people having the right to use me as they wanted. I had been here a day and my world had already changed into something unrecognisable. I was content to stand still, on display to the world. Miss Alice's eyes never wavered as she stared at me.
My thoughts were interrupted by a quiet knock on the door. At Miss Alice's command it opened, and I heard someone come in. I watched as a woman, a little older than me, carried a tray to the desk and put it down. She wore the same apron and frilly cap that I wore and identical shoes but the rest of her was more decently covered. She wore a black skirt and even if it was too short to hide much it was still better than nothing. And she had a top, also in black, that was more akin to a bikini top. It displayed rather than covered her. It wasn't much but I envied her.
"Thank you, Felicity," said Miss Alice in an unfamiliar kindly voice as the woman placed a plate of food in front of her, "can you give my new trainee her food as well,"
The woman walked over and placed a small plate of food at my feet and then stood and looked me up and down.
"What do you think of her?"
