Maid for it (Part IV-B)

Elizabeth smoothed out the traditional maid outfit. She pursed her lips at it. The humiliation of it all. Just to replace a fast food salary ... but then the temptations of fully succumbing to Sugar's and to being a ho were a risk, as well. She sighed, pulling her the sheer stockings, each with a black bow at the top. And then the matching heels, each with a thick steel clasp.

She got on the bus in the ridiculous getup, from stop to stop, zigzagging until she was on the tony side of town. At her old house. She growled, stepping to the top of the stairs, the heels clacking loudly and rang the doorbell ...

Julia answered. Her ex-best friend had a haughty, smug superiority looking down at the new maid.

"Welcome, of course," she said dryly, inviting Elizabeth in.

"Thanks," Elizabeth mumbled.

"Thanks, Mistress," Julia corrected her. "You are help now. And help is respectful to their superiors." Elizabeth bit her lower lip. This bitch ...

"Yes, Mistress," Elizabeth said, looking down. Julia studied her silently for a moment.

"You can deal with the kitchen for now. The Master will be home shortly."