Fight, flight... freeze?!

Dylan didn't think of something fast.

'Fight or flight' was the common term for reflexes when scared. But in nature, there existed a third that wasn't often included in common knowledge. There were actually three types of responses an animal would turn to when suddenly finding themselves face-to-face with a threat. Fight, flight, and freeze. Possums were most famous for their freeze reflex, but there were many other animals that had freeze reflexes in their behavior.

Thus, Dylan just stood there, arms crossed under her bust as if in a self-hug and her eyes gazing downward at the kitchen floor that she couldn't see past her own tits.

The stool at the kitchen's center island scraped against the tiles. Mary Janes clacking on the floor let Dylan knew that Giorgia was approaching her. The senior maid stopped before the little American. Even though Giorgia was only a few inches taller than Dylan's own 5'3", she still felt dwarfed as she felt her tormentor gazing down at her cleavage.

"Commando... Salute!"

Dylan's green eyes snapped up to look Giorgia in her sadistic smirk. "Wh-What? Here? Now?"

"Are you daft? I said... Commando, salute!"

The buxom blonde glanced at Chiara, who was watching with rapt attention and clear amusement. She didn't want to do this... She just wanted to go find Antonio. But she knew if she didn't, Giorgia would have it in for her later...

Whimpering a bit, Dylan closed her legs, hands reaching for the hem of her skirt. Gripping the front, she lifted it slowly, her face flushed as she glanced away in shame. Giorgia and Chiara's faces rose in predatory delight as the hem rose and within moments Dylan's skirt was lifted up to her chest, revealing her cleanly shaven pussy.

"Such an American whore, going commando like that..." Chiara snickered. Dylan didn't dare retort that the maids made her do this, even taking all her panties from her room with the Head Maid's master key.

"C-Can I go n-"

"Drop and give me 36!"

The buxom blonde choked back a sob, using all her willpower to stop herself from crying. Instead, resigned to just getting this over with, she dropped her skirt and reached for her neckline, tugging it down and letting her 36H-cup breasts bounce bralessly out.

Her nipples were a pale pink, unusually small for the sheer volume of breastflesh they capped. To Dylan's embarrassment, they were also erect right now. Her breasts weren't the perkiest for their size, but this only made them bouncier and gave them a natural-looking weight to their appearance. They were completely natural, in fact. Her mother was a J-cup and she claimed that Dylan was bigger than she was when she was nineteen. The shy, awkward virgin dreaded the idea of growing any bigger, though at least it would give her some solace to the fact that in addition to all her panties, the other maids took all her bras from her room, too... She wouldn't need them if she was going to be a 36I at some point soon.

"Good cow." Dylan winced at the derogatory dehumanization of being called 'cow' just for her breast size. "The young master is out at the pool in the back. Ask him your question and get back to work, America."

"Y-Yes, signora. Thank you, signora."

Dylan turned, tucking her breasts back into her uniform's neckline as she left the the kitchen. She barely heard Chiara say "Slut," followed by her and Giorgia bursting out into laughter. This finally caused the tears to fall and Dylan burst forward, Mary Janes pounding on the manor's tiled floors down the hall.

She ran and ran, the tears falling down her cheeks as she made her way to the courtyard behind the estate. She felt the warm afternoon sun on her head and bare breasts, realizing that they'd bounced free of her uniform as they jiggled during her run. She didn't care. She found the gate that led to the the outdoor pool surrounded by hedges on the left side of the estate's backyard.

Once she was inside, she shut the gate, finally collapsing to her knees and sniffling. A tear hit the top of one of her breasts, causing her to look down at them. She cupped the pale orbs in her palms, grimacing at them through her tears. Large, ugly... She hated them. Even men who liked large breasts would say a 36H was too big... C-cup, D-cup, DD-cup, that was their limit. The only celebrity close to her size was Christina Hendricks. Most of the women in Hollywood considered "busty" were just a C-cup... No wonder she'd never had a boyfriend or girlfriend... Her boobs were disgusting.

"Dylan?"

She whipped her head around to look behind her, a tear flying from her cheek and onto her shoulder. Standing at the edge of the pool, dripping wet like he'd just climbed out, was Antonio. The sun shined behind his head like a halo, further making him look like an angel.

He was wearing only a speedo. The tiny black swimsuit left so much skin on display, it was like he was naked already...

She shook her head, rubbing the tears from her eyes as Antonio turned to walk to one of the loungers beside the pool, grabbing a white towel folded atop one of them. "Are you alright, Dylan? You look shaken," he observed, drying himself off.

Dylan reached up and tucked her breasts back into her maid uniform, taking a deep breath as she pulled herself to her feet. "No, I just... ran all the way here. F-For exercise!" she said, unconvincingly and with a false smile on her face that anyone could see through.

"I see," Antonio said. With how mysterious and inscrutable he was, she had difficulty telling if he believed her or not.

"Um, Antonio..." She stepped over to the young man, Mary Janes tapping against the concrete deck surrounding the hedged-in pool. "You mentioned you'd strip naked for me whenever I wanted?"

"Of course," he said, drying his hair. Of course, like it was common sense...

"Would you do it right now? P-Please?" Dylan's voice was soft. She felt small, ****... She crossed one hand under her bust, grabbing her other arm that was pressed straight against her side. The naive young blonde from California couldn't bear to look him in the eyes, instead looking away and biting her lip in shame for asking.

He wouldn't do it... She knew it. They were outside by the pool... Any of the maids could come by.