The sun was just dipping below the horizon when Claire arrived at the door to Gina's house, bottle of wine in hand. She'd been surprised and flattered by Olivia's invitation, and thinking of the lovely time she'd had with Olivia and Gina in the dressing room, had accepted without hesitation. She was looking to have some fun of her own, as Tara was away at an industry convention with Mimi -- the kind of "business" trip that involved drinking lots of Champagne and fucking lingerie models. Claire, meanwhile, was left home to mind the store. She felt like she deserved a special treat.
And then all of a sudden one was right in front of her: The door opened and there was Olivia, dressed in an extremely slutty French maid costume that left little to the imagination. Claire was pleased to see how well it fit -- she had sold it to Gina earlier that day. All day long Claire had been imagining Olivia in the outfit, and she looked even better than might have been expected. Her décolletage looked particularly appetizing, and Claire reflexively licked her lips as she handed Olivia the wine bottle.
Olivia had been hesitant to wear the maid outfit at first, thinking it a little demeaning. But Gina convinced her to at least try it on, and when she saw how hot she looked -- and the expression on Gina's face -- she changed her mind. Claire and Gina were both in elegantly sexy black dresses, and this made Olivia feel that much more exposed, and younger -- like she was a girl in the presence of women, though Claire was only a few years older than she was. But Olivia's pussy was already soaked thinking of what might transpire that evening, and this more than made up for any awkwardness she might be feeling.
Gina greeted Claire warmly and they pecked each other on the cheek. Gina praised Claire's choice of wine -- it was an Italian vintage that Gina had heard of but never tasted. Claire grinned mischievously. "I borrowed it from Mimi's cellar," she said. "I think it's worth about $250."
"Oh, wow," said Gina. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"
Claire shrugged. "She has cases of it. One bottle won't be missed."
Gina had really pulled out all the stops on dinner that night, making a warm seafood salad, fried tomatoes, and baked crespelle with bolognese meat sauce. She had timed it perfectly, and she and Claire sat down at the dining room table as Olivia delivered the various dishes to the table. Sipping a glass of wine, Gina playfully slapped Olivia on the rear as she passed on her way back to the kitchen. Olivia mock-glared over her shoulder and stuck out her tongue.
"You'll be spanked for that later," said Gina, and Olivia gulped, because she knew that Gina meant it. Another little gush of liquid seeped out between her thighs.
For a minute, Gina thought about making Olivia eat separately for the sake of verisimilitude, but decided that was needlessly cruel. And anyway Olivia looked so delectable that it was all Gina could do not to attack her right there and then. Determined to be civilized, Gina politely made conversation as they filled their plates.
"So who is this Mimi?" Gina asked Claire, throwing a glance at Olivia. "Olivia's told me a little bit about her, but you probably know more."
