I was twenty credits shy of graduating college when my parents cut me off financially. I had been spending too much time with my friends and boyfriend and my grades worsened. I dismissed the threats as idle as I continued to party and skip out on class. Winter mid-term grades were posted and my dad called to give me the ultimatum. I promised him an improvement and borrowed two thousand dollars in the process. My boyfriend broke up with me and I continued to drink heavily. A month later I was put on academic probation but it didn't matter. My parents had put me on academic probation long before that and I didn't improve. My only choice was to find a job and a place to live or move back home.
My childhood had been way too sheltered and repressive and there was no way I would move in with my parents after getting a liberated taste of living at college. I remained near the college with some friends in their rented house and began to passively look for work. Finding a job would prove difficult in my small college town and the money that I'd borrowed had dwindled to nothing. My credit cards quickly reached a maximum and bills were mounting. Soon my house mates were preparing to leave town for the summer and I needed a place to stay. I found a couple places but couldn't afford the cost of moving and decided to squat for as long as I could. The landlords spent the first two weeks of summer maintaining the house and I would return at night to sleep. I slept in one morning and was greeted by the dismayed couple standing over me. They were unreasonably mad and demanded I leave or else the police would be notified.
The next two weeks was misery as I slept in my car behind the administration building. I made every attempt to find work and then came across a promising ad looking for a domestic assistant. The room was free and I was given a five hundred dollar weekly stipend. That was better than anything I'd hoped for and I called immediately.
"My name is Justine and I'm calling to find out if you still have a position open," I said.
A woman with a low, almost whispered voice replied,
"Yes, we do. Can you be here in an hour?"
"I sure can," I responded.
"212 Cedar Street."
"I'll be there in..." - click-
The phone hung up before I could finish.
That was strange.
I went to the athletic facility and showered before putting on a skirt and jacket; my only somewhat wrinkle-free clothes.
I drove past a driveway with a '212' on the brick pillar. I parked a block from the driveway so no one would see my car stuffed with my worldly possessions. They would not have seen it anyway considering I had to walk through a gate up a driveway that winded up a grassy slope to a large home I'd never noticed before. I rang the bell and waited for a minute before ringing it again. I was about to look in a window to see what the inside was like when the door opened. A tall woman looked me over as she stepped back to welcome me inside.
"Come on in, Justine," a woman in her mid-forties exclaimed.
I was surprised she remembered my name as I walked into the big entryway.
"I'm Sage. I'll be your boss, so to speak."
"Happy to meet you," I said.
"My husband isn't well and we need someone to be here around the clock to satisfy his needs. I'm not always here so if there's an emergency or something you'll be able to help. Does that sound okay?"
"Well, yes. I have some first aid training but I am not a nurse," I said.
"That's okay. If you're good company and able to dial 9-1-1 then you've got the job," she replied.
"Great!" was my only response.
"There will be a lot of down time so if you feel you would like to take on chores then please say so. We'll compensate you well. I'll give you a tour and let you decide," she said.
We walked from room to room and then upstairs. The house was three stories with a basement and an old elevator.
"Where is your husband?" I asked.
"He should be here any time."
I wondered where he was and how sick he'd become. It was a major surprise when a fit, seventy year old man walked in the front door wearing a golf outfit.
He said nothing to us as he stepped into the elevator and was whisked up to his room.
"Was that your husband?"
"That's him," she replied.
I breathed a sigh of relief knowing I would not be required to feed or bathe the man. He seemed self sufficient and I was already wondering how I could get more money out of this job.
"Do you mind wearing a uniform for this position? It is one thing we will require if you are to be an employee of this estate."
"A uniform?" I asked. "That will be okay."
"We will pay you cash on a weekly basis and there will not be any paperwork to fill out. If you are injured or have special needs, we will pay that out of pocket. Is that all right with you?" she asked.
"Great!" is all I could say.
"Follow me to my den," she insisted.
We walked to her office on the second floor and she closed the door behind me. She walked to her desk and pulled out a small leather binder and flipped it open. She wrote something down then looked up.
"Please undress, Justine."
I was sort of shocked by this and tilted my head to show my lack of comprehension.
"Please take off your clothes so I can measure you for the uniform," she said calmly.
"Oh, okay. I...I could easily give you my measurements," I stammered.
"This needs to be exact," she said as she uncoiled a measuring tape.
I removed my jacket and set it over the chair and then unzipped my skirt. I dropped it to the floor but remembered to pick it up and set it over the chair. I stood there waiting in my nylon shirt and panties.
"Justine, don't make me ask you again!" she said with arms crossed.
I was not wearing a bra and my skin tight shirt would not have added to my measurements in the least. She wanted me to stand there naked.
I began to lift my shirt and paused for her approval as the fabric was about to inch over my nipples. She nodded and I pulled the garment over my head. My boobs bounced as they were freed and I brought my forearm up to catch and cover them. Sage stood there with arms crossed and waiting.
I reached with my free hand and tugged my panties down on my left side and then my right. I still covered my boobs and managed to shimmy out of the panties before setting them on the chair.
Sage looked me up and down with wide eyes and moved in behind me to begin the measurement.
She measured my calves and thighs and then my hips. She pulled the tape around my waist and then stopped to pull my arms to the side. I waited as she wrote down the numbers.
Her warm hands surprised me as they reached from behind and cupped my boobs and released. She repeatedly cupped them and rubbed my nipples until they were hardened knobs. I gasped and became light headed as my mind raced. The tape stretched over the tips of my nipples as she pulled it tight around my back.
"Nice," she whispered.
She measured my shoulders, arms and neck before pulling the tape around my forehead and measuring my head.
"Why...why are you getting my hat size?" I nervously chuckled.
I told you. You will be wearing a uniform. Your uniform includes a hat. Well, a hood, really."
My knees began to shake slightly as I mustered the courage to ask another question.
"This uniform...It's not a typical uniform, is it?" I quivered.
"You're right, Justine. It is not your typical uniform but it is one that my husband requires and you will accommodate him, wont you?"
"I will," I replied as the thought of sleeping in my car and being destitute clouded my decision making process.
"You will be rewarded handsomely," added Sage. "We will also modify your behavior if you do not perform adequately. Don't worry, you'll be told when improvements are needed."
I continued to stand there naked as Sage walked back to her desk. I wondered when she was going to let me dress but hadn't the courage to take the initiative myself.
Sage spoke to herself as she wrote in her book.
"Five-four. Thirty four - twenty six - forty. What is your cup size?" she asked as she looked up.
"B-cup," I responded as I once again covered my boobs.
"Did I say to cover your breasts?" she snapped. "Get your arms down!"
"Ma'am, may I put my clothes back on?"
"No. I don't want to see you in those rags again. We'll go get your uniform in just a second."
I stood there for another minute or two as Sage closed her desk and led me to the door. It was one thing for me to stand there naked but she now expected me to walk through the house without clothes.
"Follow me this way," she ordered.
I walked behind her as we descended the stairs and on to the main level. I was mortified to find two men sitting in the living room having a drink with the husband and I stopped before they could see us walk past. Just then Sage turned around and grabbed my arm. She forcefully pulled me past her and out in the open before striking my bottom hard with an open hand. I was so embarrassed as the men stopped and looked our direction. We kept walking to the kitchen and to a changing room where Sage opened a locked cabinet. There were numerous rubber-looking outfits and a drawer full of accessories that filled the cabinet. Without saying anything, Sage looked at her notes and pulled a variety of items out and gave them to me.
"Here is your skirt. Here is your top and hood; one piece. Here are your leggings and shoes."
She handed me some more items I thought were extra leggings.
"Those are gauntlet gloves," she reminded me.
In spite of the many items she gave me, there was not much in the way of coverage.
"You'll need this can of powder. It makes dressing easier and absorbs sweat. I'll help you dress just this once and then you're on your own. If anything should tear it will come out of your pay. This stuff is not cheap and adds up quickly. Ruin more than one suit and you'll be punished."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Things were getting weird and I wondered what else she had in store for me. She handed me the powder and I poured a little in my palm. I dabbed it on my side before she grabbed the can and began dumping it down the front of my body. Her hands rubbed and groped my legs and butt as my body began to turn a chalky white.
