The French Maid Gets to Work
I called up Glen from a payphone outside the metro station. I told him that I had a French maid's uniform and that I wanted to drop it off at his house because I did not want Sandy to catch me with it.
He replied, "Sure come on over, I want to get you started on your new job as my slutty maid."
Forty minutes later I entered Glen's apartment and he told me to put my work clothes on without even looking up from the game that he was watching!
The humiliation of Glen's nonchalance burned. I could feel my ass shrink and the butterflies in my stomach but yet I knew that it was right. I was just his maid. I was here to serve and not distract him.
I went about getting ready for my new job. I put on the stockings and garter belt hooking them together. I put my panties on over these, so that they could be removed without having to undo the garters. The new bra fit me much better than the one I had previously worn with Glen. I stuffed it with the pad that he had given me and pulled the maid outfit over my head. I quickly applied some lipstick and blush that I had taken from Sandy that morning. Since I was a metalhead my blond hair was already long. I put it into a ponytail leaving a strand loose. Looking into the mirror I was shocked at how hot I was. Even before meeting Glen I would have hit on the slutty French maid staring back at me!
When I went out to present myself to Glen, he did not ignore me this time. He jumped up and said, "Holy shit! Rhonda, you look more like Sandy than Ronald!" I swelled inside at the compliment and curtsied. Glen now said that I should get to work. There were cleaning materials in the closet and he wanted the apartment looking good for a friend who was to come over later in the evening. I was filled with jealousy at his mentioning a friend coming over and the shame washed over me in waves. It also made my dick rock solid.