French Maid Costume

Valerie opened the featureless black box lined with soft satin. She examined the contents within, her trepidation growing with every piece of clothing that she found.

First was a pair of white fishnet stockings with a matching garter belt. Valerie put it on, noticing that the stockings ended around mid-thigh. She turned around once to see herself in the mirror, satisfied to have fastened the stockings carefully.

Next, was a tiny pair of thong panties, made out of a see-through mesh fabric. Valerie gulped as she put them on, realizing that they covered absolutely nothing. There was no bra to be found, so she had to hope the outfit would provide the coverage that she so desperately needed.

Her hope was short lived as she retrieved the centerpiece of the outfit - a short black and white dress with a fluffy skirt and lace highlights. A small zipper at the back was all that existed to fasten the outfit, and Valerie put it on and looked in the mirror, feeling scandalized at what she was being asked to wear.

The dress was tight and extremely low cut. The front acted like a push-up bra, pushing up her breasts and making sure she was showing a generous amount of cleavage. The hem was dangerously short, just about barely covering her butt. The gap between where the skirt ended and the stockings began left a tantalizing amount of thigh visible, almost inviting any onlookers to take a look. The dress had a faux apron attached in the front, and there was a tiny white cap for her to put on. With that, her french maid outfit was complete.

Valerie felt mortified. This was supposed to be her outfit for the next mission? She looked like a stripper, not a covert operative. How was she-

"Everything okay in there?" Hawk asked. "We have to leave soon I'm afraid, the appointment can't wait." he added. Valerie understood he was talking about the mission and reluctantly stepped out from behind the curtain.

Hawk's reaction told her everything she needed to know. His mouth was practically salivating at the sight. "You look great," he said. "But we have to hurry, we're already running late."

"What about the remaining outfits?", she asked. "They said I have twelve-"

"We don't have much time, so I made the selections while I was filling out the forms. You'll see later." Hawk replied, taking her hand and beginning to leave for the exit.

Valerie felt a sense of alarm. What sort of outfits could Hawk have chosen for her? She somehow knew that "modesty" wouldn't be one of the things he would prioritize.

"Can I at least see-" she began to ask, but Hawk shook his head.

"The assistants already verified the order, and the things will ship to my place. Since you didn't have an alias yet, I asked them to ship to my place. I'll give them to you once I get them." he replied.

With that, they left the store and were back in Hawk's car, on their way to the mission site.

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