Job Interview - Part 2

"John can you see to the drinks. What will you have, Lisa? John is a superb bartender. As well as being a superb fuck. Oh, stop looking shocked. John make this poor sweet bitch a Cosmo, I think she needs it. I'll just have a glass of the Riesling." Laurel leads Lisa to a couch and sits down beside her while you make drinks. You can hear them chatting, or mostly you can hear your wife chatting, but can't make out much of the conversation until you step back towards them with a tray of glasses.

"Here we are. Just what we all need," you wife smiles, holding up her glass. "To new friends and a new bitch and lots of fun." Lisa raises her glass at the toast, looking uncertainly at you. You just smile back and watch.

"Well now let's get to the matter at hand, shall we? As you know Lisa we need a maid for a party we're throwing for a rather select group of friends tomorrow night. I understand you work in a bar, so I'm sure you know how to serve drinks and food. It's perfectly simple," Laurel smiles, touching Lisa's hand reassuringly.

"That's all, just serve drinks and food?"

"Well, not quite all. There is a dress code. You have to wear a maid outfit. I think it should fit you. We're about the same size, although you're bustier than me. I brought it down earlier. It's hanging over there, why don't you go try it on?" Laurel gestures to a dry cleaning bag hung over the back of a chair. Lisa puts down her drink and walks over to pick it up.

"Where can I change?"

"Right here," your wife says. "Oh don't look shocked you sweet little bitch. John's already seen you naked, and I'm sure you don't have anything I haven't seen when I look in the mirror." She gives a throaty chuckle and encourages Lisa with her eyes. The girl still hesitates, looking uncertain.

"Oh, let me help you dear," Laurel says, standing up and approaching Lisa. She takes the bag from her and lays it on the couch, then tugs the younger woman's top up, pulling it over her breasts. Lisa helps but lets your wife do most of the work, staring at her in some confusion, then unclasping he bra and letting her lush breasts free.

"Oh my, they are impressive. And these piercings, oh they make me shiver just to think of having it done, but they look lovely you sweet bitch. Now let's get that skirt off," Laurel says, unzipping it and tugging it over Lisa's hips. You sit watching, sipping your drink and smiling at the range of expressions running across the younger woman's face. Finally she stands naked, looking ripe and delicious.

Laurel cocks her head and looks at her critically, signalling her to turn. "Oh she's perfect John! Excellent choice. I love your shaved little mound too. Now let's get you into your uniform. Do you need more help or can I sit back and enjoy the show?"

"I can do it," Lisa says. She's regained her confidence and started to get excited by your wife's attention. Turning to the couch she lays out the various parts of a French maid uniform, smiling as she does so. "It's very pretty," she says. "I hope it will fit."

She makes a production out of dressing, loving the attention she's getting from both you and Laurel. She wriggles into a lacy black garter belt, then sits and rolls a pair of seamed black stockings up her legs, extending them an pointing her toes as she does it. Standing, she slides the dress over her head, snugging the straps over her shoulder.

"There's not much room in here for anything but me," she giggles, then gives you a sultry look and turns her back to you. "Would M'sieur be so kind and zip up my dress," she asks in a passable, and extremely sexy French accent. Laurel gives an earthy chuckle as you oblige Lisa.

"Oh she's precious, John! She's perfect! Let me look at you, you lovely sweet bitch. You've got much bigger boobs than me, but having them bulge out of the dress that way is even better. Do your hair in a French roll I think. A touch of the demure in counterpoint to all this sluttiness. And panties. White lace, for another hint of innocence, although you're no more innocent than I am, are you sweet bitch?" She gives the younger woman a hug and a short open mouthed kiss on the lips before standing back and admiring her again.

"Our guests will adore you, dear. You'll be quite the sensation." Lisa smiles in appreciation, a slight blush coloring her face.

"We should tell you the rest of your duties," you say.