A Suit and Pants

You are not too surprised when she retrieves a black suit and matching black slacks. She also grabs a white dress shirt, dress shoes, and socks, placing the pile on the chair.

"Please put on your uniform so we can get moving. These should be close enough to your size." You hurry to pull on the various garments as quickly as possible. As she said, all of the clothes fit well enough, though there is notably a lack of underwear. Your new boss watches you the entire time, her face unreadable as you finish getting dressed.

"Hmmm... this will have to do. We can have you visit the tailor before dinner." Opening the door, she motions for you to follow. "Keep up, Mister Lockley! It is easy to get lost in these halls." As she leaves, you scramble after her.

She leads you through a maze of hallways and rooms. You once again cannot help but marvel at how ornate and luxurious the place is. Quite intimidated, you follow your boss into a large ballroom. It looks like something out of a movie, with a dazzling glass chandelier hanging over a large, glamorous room. In the back, there is a gigantic staircase leading up to a balcony and even more rooms. Various servants were moving around the room, arranging tables and chairs in a flurry of work. All of them seemed to give you a suspicious glance, like you were somehow a threat, before getting back to business. Your new employer guided you through the hustle and bustle to the center of the room. There, you see a woman giving orders to two female maids.

She is an absolutely gorgeous woman in her forties wearing an even more beautiful gown. The red dress, while formal, is form-fitting enough to accentuate her large, D Cup breasts and firm, slender ass. As you approach, you start to hear what she is barking.

"...is why the tablecloths are extremely important!" She sighed, brushing a stray blonde hair out of her eyes. "I can see from your vacant expressions the subtleties of high society are lost on you girls. So, instead of making me repeat myself, why don't you run along and get it right this time!" The two maids muttered an apology, bowed, and scurried off. Wiping the sweat off her brow, she turned to your employer.

"Oh, Olivia, thank God you're here. It seems the help cannot follow basic instructions!" Rolling her eyes, she seems to just notice you. Her blue eyes run up and down your body, glistening with intrigue. "Oh? And who is this?"

"This is Morgan. He is the new hire I mentioned yesterday." Placing a hand on the small of your back, Olivia pushed you forward. "Morgan, this is the Mistress."

"Oh, I'm sure he's figured that out," the Mistress purred. "He looks like a smart boy..." She gazed at you hungrily, softly biting her lip. "Has he gone through your approval process?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"And the results?"

"He passed with flying colors, Ma'am," Olivia reported, this casual talk about your sexual performance making you nervous. "He was able to resist ejaculating for the entire ten minutes. Five minutes oral and five penetration to be exact. Not only that, while doing so he was able to provide me with two orgasms." The Mistress raised an eyebrow at that statement, though she seemed more amused than intrigued. "Overall, I can more than vouch for his ability as a candidate."

"That's wonderful Miss Brouillet, but..." The Mistress took a step closer to you. Despite your similar height, she seemed to stand over you. Perhaps it was the heels. Nevertheless, she lightly yet firmly tilted your chin up to meet her gaze. "Remind me, who decides whether or not he gets the position?"

"That would be you, Ma'am."

"And so, if this boy really wants this job, should he not do everything in his power to impress me?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Interesting..." she purred, staring down at you intently for a few seconds. Then, with two light slaps on your cheek, she released your chin and turned around. "Food for thought!" With that she began to walk away, her toned ass swaying as she sauntered. You did not need the nudge from Olivia to realize she wanted you to follow, which you did obediently. She was right, after all. You really did need this job!