Alice saw a house in the country. There was a round drive leading to the front door, with a small, formal garden inside the circle. A taxi drove up to the door and a woman got out, dressed in a long raincoat and carrying a small suitcase. It gave Alice a sense of deja vu, and she expected the two thugs to get out as well, but it was just herself walking up to the door. She pulled the bell - it was the old-fashioned type, apparently.
The bell was answered by an immaculately dressed, very formal man. He raised his eyebrows questioningly.
"I've got an appointment for an interview," Alice said.
"Miss Dodgson?"
She nodded.
"Come in, please," the man said.
She entered a large hall, where she was told to stay until her possible employer was free to receive her. The butler disappeared. He returned within minutes, and motioned with his hand. Alice followed him into the library. A man and a woman were sitting there; the man behind a big desk, and the woman in an easy chair. On a side table there was a full ledger, and the man had a sheaf of papers in front of him.
"Mr and Mrs Townes," the butler announced to Alice with a little nod of his head; "Miss Alice Dodgson," with a deep bow to his employers. He turned round and left the room.
Alice wondered what the heck she was doing there, and what the interview could be about. She'd certainly never been in that place...
The gentleman behind the desk looked her up and down. Alice watched him do so and she was glad she didn't experience it first-hand; he seemed to undress her with his eyes, very critically and a sight disconcerting.
"Yes," he said. "You will do very well. Provided..."
"You see," the woman interrupted, "It's like this. I'm Juliette, by the way. I am looking for a maid to take over most of my tasks. She has to be available at any time; as you read in our advertisement, at £250 a day your pay will amply compensate you for that. You will understand we expect you to meet our every standard. You will keep yourself very clean and smooth-shaven, you will wear a maid's uniform that we will provide - I'm afraid we will decide on your entire outfit, including underwear. Your tasks, apart from your availability, will be mainly light housework. Do you understand?"
Alice watched the conversation with a growing sense of anger. Of course she understood, and she would never agree to anything of the kind. She expected her image on the screen to protest - but she was in for a surprise.
"Availability?" she said hesitantly. "I'm not sure I really get that."
"Well," Juliette said. "I have a very busy job, which takes me out of the house quite often... And Mr Townes usually works from here. As I'm often not there to see to his needs, someone must do so, and that will be an important and responsible part of your job."
"Oh. Er..." She seemed not to know what to say.
"You look the perfect woman for the job," Juliette said. "When I'm home I'll take over that part. Maybe I'll ask you to help out some time. Alright?"
Alice nodded a bit dubiously.
"That's agreed, then. I want you to sign the contract down here..."
Alice saw to her dismay how she stepped to the desk, where she was told to sit down and given a pen. Without as much as reading the paper she signed where Mr Townes asked her to.
"Alright," he said. "The contract stipulates that you be living here. There will be no outside contacts for our staff."
He rang the bell. The butler appeared; he was told to get Mrs Jones, the housekeeper.
Mrs Jones came into the library and curtsied.
"Jenny," Juliette said, "This is a list of Alice's tasks. I want you take Alice to her room and go through the list with her. Show her what to wear and get her to start her work."
"Yes, ma'am," Mrs Jones said. She curtsied again and beckoned to Alice to follow her.
In Alice's room Mrs Jones told Alice to undress. "I'll have to keep you outside clothes," she said. "In here you'll wear the clothes provided for you. Your suitcase has been put away until your contract ends - we'll supply you with all you need."
"But -"
"But me no buts, young lady - you will behave in line with the contract. All you could possibly need is in here; in the course of time there may be more things. Now will you undress, please?"
Alice complied. She quickly took off her clothes with her back to Mrs Jones. She stopped at her underwear. she was glad she bought a new set. It was a comfortable white cotton set, with no frills, intended for long use.
"I told you to undress. This underwear will have to come off as well."
When Alice was naked Mrs Jones told her to go and have a shower, and to remove all body hair. "Including you pubic hair, please!"
Alice wanted to get up and shout, but she couldn't for the ropes. It gave her the creeps and she could not believe she could be so stupid. It couldn't be her there, could it? But to all appearances it definitely was...
The camera even followed her into the bathroom where she shaved her armpits, her legs and her pussy and washed and showered carefully. There was a notice on the wall next to the mirror that laid out the instructions for her make-up, and she carefully followed them.
When she came back into the room her clothes had been laid out on the double bed. "Let me have a look at you - Hmm, yes. That's well done! You can get dressed now," the housekeeper said.
Alice did. She put on a pair of panties that were white, frilly and so diaphanous that they only produced a kind of white veil over her buttocks - they didn't leave anything to the imagination. She then picked up the garterbelt they'd put out for her.
"Always wear the straps inside your panties, please - part of the rules and regulations."
Alice got red, but she did as she was told. She rolled the stockings up her legs and fastened the clips. The thin, white bra followed. Next came a loose white blouse, with a band of soft elastic around the low neckline, a short frilly underskirt, and finally a black satin maid's dress. Its skirt was even shorter than the underskirt - whenever Alice moved her ass cheeks were displayed.
"I hope you can walk on heels," Mrs Jones said. "If not you'll have to learn fast..."
She pointed at a pair of impossibly high-heeled red shoes with thin ankle straps and open toes.
Alice put them on. She tried walking on them; the first few steps were a little hesitant, but she apparently was a natural, for she did keep her poise in them very well.
Alice shivered. Her image on the screen looked like a tart, she thought. How could she! She never bought anything but plain white cotton, and always dressed sensibly... Even the garter belt and stocking were awful, weren't they? They did make her feel sexy alright - but she didn't want to feel sexy.
