Maid for him

Bret stepped through the door of the Red Lounge, and the chatter around Liam dulled into a low hum as his eyes locked onto his friend. It was supposed to be a joke. Liam had tossed out the most ridiculous, over the top idea he could think of: a sexy French maid costume, complete with frills, heels, and a cap on on his shaggy brown hair. He’d expected Bret to show up in his usual jeans and a T-shirt and they’d laugh it off over beers. But what Liam saw was something else entirely.

Bret moved through the crowd, wearing a black satin dress. The bodice was cinched tight at the waist, flaring out into a skirt danced on the top of his thighs, the white lace trim swaying with every step. The stockings were sheer, black, and clipped to garters, stretching over long legs that ended in a pair of glossy high heeled pumps. His once shaggy, brown hair looked soft, and being tamed gave the impression of more length that Liam never noticed before.

“Holy shit,” Liam muttered under his breath, shifting on the stool to hide the sudden erection that began growing in his jeans but he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Bret spotted him and made his way over, weaving through the crowd with a wobble that didn’t match the scowl on his pretty face. The rest of their friends trailed behind, clearly already having seen the maid outfit, but Liam barely registered them. Bret stopped in front of him, crossing his arms under the padded chest of the costume and glared.

“Happy now, asshole?” Bret’s voice was the same gruff tone Liam knew, but it clashed so wildly with the vision in front of him that it almost made Liam laugh. Almost. Instead, he choked on his drink, coughing as he tried to play it cool.

“Jesus, man,” Liam said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You actually did it. I didn’t think you would follow through. Fuck, you look—” He stopped himself, the words "too good" nearly slipping out. He **** a grin instead, leaning back on the stool.

“You look ridiculous,” he lied.

Bret rolled his eyes, but the motion made the mascaraed lashes flutter in a way that made Liam's cock throb as he hopped on the stool next to Liam. “Yeah, well, a bet’s a bet, right?”

Liam’s gaze dropped to Bret’s legs again, the skirt flashing the top of the stocking to reveal that Bret had shaved his legs. He took a long pull of his drink trying not to imagine what those stockings would feel like under his hands.