Chapter 1
It was not an unusual day for the girls of J Dorm. They had returned from breakfast and were changing the sheets on their beds when Madame came through the door and ordered them to assemble in the hall. Each girl knew this meant a prospective employer had come to find a shop girl or a laundry maid. No girl was excited about the idea of such drudgery even if it meant leaving the home. The girls lined up in the hall and nervously waited for Madame to return with the visitor. Madame entered the hall with a tall man. The Man did not look like the previous visitors. He was broad shouldered and had a silver beard. He did not go down the row, examining each girls hands and pinching their arms. He walked behind the line first. Each girl felt a strange chill as the man stopped behind them. Madame followed the visitor and made comments about each girl as the man walked behind the row of anxious girls. The man stepped to the front of the row and again walked slowly, looking each girl in the eyes. He stopped at the last girl in line. She was shorter than all the other girls. Her breasts were well formed and pushed against the buttons of her shirt. Her nipples were hard in the cold hallway and showed through her bra and shirt. The man had already carefully considered the shape of her full round ass. The girl was looking down, her long black hair, hiding her face. The Man put one finger under her chin and raised her head. Her green eyes were framed by long silky black lashes. She bit her bottom lip pensively, unused to direct attention.
"What is your name, girl," the man asked. The girl gave a slight curtsy.
"I don't have a proper name, sir. I was brought to the home when I was very young. I have always been called Little One, sir," she answers. The man considers her carefully before turning to Madame.
"Let's discuss this in your office," he tells her.
"Girls, return to your room and continue gathering laundry," Madame orders.
The girls file back into the room and excitedly discuss the strange visitor, except for Little One, who sits on the edge of her bed and remembers the piercing blue eyes of the man and the strong hand that lifted her chin. :Little One's friend, Edith, ran in and bounced on the bed beside her. The other girls picked up the laundry baskets and carry them out the door, leaving the two on the bed alone.
"Did you see how that man looked at you?" Edith said.
"I thought he was looking through me," Little One answered. Edith wrapped her arms around Little One's neck and pushed her down on the bed.
"Are you panties clean?" Edith asked.
