This story was co-written by myself and sacrificedangel. She is famous for her Romance stories but she has another side, she is revealing her with trepidation.
The story is long and character driven. But the action is hot and horny.
We hope you enjoy - comments welcome
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"Only one more month...One more month till Uni...one month. You can put up with this place for one more month, its eight grand! That's worth two years at Uni."
I repeated my mantra over and over as I worked on getting the dining room floor up to a high polish, or "shinin' till I can eat off o'it" as Mr. Barton had so eloquently put it. The butler clearly had a thing for two maids on their hands and knees with our backsides in the air and was probably thinking about us polishing something far different than these damnable floors.
One more month...
This afternoon the Earl would be back from vacationing somewhere exotic and I could not help but wonder if he knew what Mr. Barton got up to while he was away. Helping himself to the fresh venison that arrived from the Earl's island estates earlier in the month, kitchen soirees almost nightly where he and his friends sat and sampled the wine collection copiously and delighted in tormenting us in passing with wandering hands and lewd remarks. I looked over to Alice who was currently muttering every swear word she had ever learnt in English in her dainty French accent and I knew that girl would be speaking most heatedly with the Earl tonight. Most likely no sooner than he made it through the door.
Like me, Alice had never met the Earl, both of us having started at the beginning of the summer break. The housekeeper, Mary, had so far managed to stay well and truly quiet on the matter, swamping the man in abstract mystery that left only the family portraits to give any indication to the man in charge. His portrait did not put me at ease, though I found myself glancing at it often during my daily chores. Stern and foreboding as only an Earl can be on canvas, the only thing the painter captured that made him look remotely alive and not made of stone, was his eyes.
I swept my polishing cloth over the outer edges of the dining hall skirting, admiring the dark wood and how it shone in the mid-afternoon light when Mary appeared beside me silently and gave me a start. Smart black shoes gleamed beside my knees almost as much as the polished floor as she addressed us. As I stood, I felt self-consciously disheveled. Mary, as always, seemed immaculate from her tidy bun and pretty face to tips of her toes, dressed in an elegantly cut suit jacket and skirt that accentuated her slight curves and impressive cleavage. For a woman in her early fifties, it was fair to say she was stunning, if only she would just smile. It was safe to say, I did not like her much. Her stern countenance seemed a trait that would have been more appropriate in times gone by rather than the present day.
"Come upstairs both of you." She ordered. Her deeply voiced command sent an involuntary shiver up my spine as I went to follow her with Alice behind me. Waiting behind her as she unlocked the sewing room, Mary cast a smirking glance back at us before opening the door and letting us inside.
"When the Earl is in residence, there is a different uniform to be worn." She began, her voice stern, her eyes daring us to contradict her. "There will be no arguments. You both are contracted for the full three months in order to get the full payment at the end of your stay."
I nodded, up until she handed me the small black and white pressed bundle.
"Christ Mary, you cannot be serious non?" Alice asked, the shock displayed on both our faces was ragingly evident in her question.
"You both signed the contract..."
"Oui, but not to dress like whores!"
"You agreed to any uniform Alice, this is the uniform worn when he is in residence. If you go against your contracts you will be taken to court, and Alice that will be au revoir visa, and Kat, bye bye University. You will wear what is in your bundles, and nothing else."
She had us. And the smirking bitch knew it.
I had remained silent. I couldn't find my damn tongue, it had turned to ash in my mouth as we were dismissed and I walked silently to me room as Alice continued to rage beside me to her own. Entering my small room, I stood by the window, and looked over our 'new' uniform, and gasped...there wasn't very much to look over. The uniform was standard black, rather softer material than our usual starched uniforms; a low squared neckline...shit a very fucking low squared neckline. Jesus, I would be lucky if that covered my breasts!
"You will wear what is in your bundles, and nothing else."
Shit.
Stripping quickly down to bare skin, I pulled the uniform over my head and down my body before turning to look in the mirror...long bare legs looked back at me, legs that carried on upwards, and upwards, past where the normal uniform would have ended them with its sharp black lines, the shirt section of the new apparel flittered lightly around the tops of my thighs, a bare four inches from my pussy. I turned back to the bundle before appraising myself further, hoping that this uniform was some kind of over-jacket of some sort, that there was a fuller skirt, shift, pant-a-fucking-lets or something that I had missed.
There wasn't. The rest of the small bundle in front of me contained a pair of snowy white stockings, a lacy embroidered edge on the self-hold ups...and a pair of positively indecent lacy knickers, Christ, they weren't even knickers! Holding them so I could inspect them properly, I was shocked, and awed at the intricate lace. Barely there and crotch-less. I did wonder what Alice would think of them, but didn't have to wait long before I heard an outburst of spectacular proportions coming from her room next door.
I almost laughed. Almost.
Still trying not to look at myself in the mirror, I pulled on the stockings over my legs, making sure they would stay up on my thighs...evidently Mary knew our measurements, before I moved to slide the crotch-less panties on, unable to stop the flush of mortification from creeping into my cheeks at the sight we would be, and in front of that perv Mr. Barton too. I flushed more when I felt the edges of the lace move against my bare puss, the slightly scratchy material molding itself to the edges of my lips.
I turned to look at the picture I made in the mirror, finally taking the entire uniform in. Long legs from my black work heels, clad in snowy white, reaching the inch white frill around the base of the fluttering skirt; the bodice was molded ending just below my breasts, evidently to keep my breasts pushed up and over. The low square neckline was lined with lace too, the black of the uniform ending under my 38 D's, and only the lace supporting them, my nipples evident to the world as the material rubbed against them.
The uniform continued over my shoulders but not my upper back, which was bared down to the edges of the molded bodice, the material that lay over my shoulders following a line down my side to join the bodice, little puffs of lace sprouting from the edges of my short sleeves.
Pulling the last of the items from the bundle, an apron so small it was entirely useless, I tied it anyway. I needed this job, I needed the eight grand. My course was not cheap, and the price of moving as far away from my mother as possible was a steep one. I had worked hard over the past two years since I left college, slowly squirreling away the earnings every month until the increasingly healthy balance had soon become the thing that restored my confidence. Getting my acceptance letter from Oxford and their highly recommended English Department had increased that tenfold. Now, her words and insults no longer stung quite so much.
I repeated my mantra again as I viewed myself in the mirror, turning in every direction before finally daring to bend over. I was shocked. My hands braced on the bed as I imagined I was cleaning a table; I looked back at my reflection and drew in a shuddering breath. My arse was presented up, the flair of the skirt riding high, exposing my pale cheeks lightly shrouded by the nearly non-existent underwear. But that wasn't what shocked me. The glistening lips of my cunt, surrounded intimately by the lace, were protruding, the tight seam of the gusset rubbing deliciously against my clit whenever I moved and to my shock, was making me wet. The very sight of me, was making me wet.
The crash of Alice's temper tantrum from next door woke me from my trance just as my fingers were moving to touch the swollen pink lips, and I stood upright just as Mary entered the room with Mr. Barton to find the source of the noise. Obviously content that it was not me, Mary left and went to the next room leaving Mr. Barton standing in my doorway, his yellowed tongue flicking out grotesquely to lick his lips as he ran the flat of his palm undisguised over the rapid tenting of his black butler's uniform.
After a few minutes, the stern voice of Mary quieted and Alice's temper became subdued, although I could still hear through the thin walls what was being said.
"I am bringing this up with the Earl. Je ne suis pas heureux!!"
"You can speak with him when he returns, but for now, get dressed!" Mary was livid, her face showing a pale flush of fury as she came back into my room.
"Very good Miss Soren. Go down and scrub the entrance hall. It needs to be spotless for the Earl's return."
I must have hesitated a second too long because she took a step closer, trying to make herself look broader and more threatening.
"Do you have an issue too Miss Soren?"
