May the Maid

May stared at her open closet. It was crammed full of possibilities, and yet seemed lacking. She could easily put together a simple maid's uniform. Plenty of them actually. She held up a polka-dot blouse. Should she dress as a 50s housewife? Or maybe something like a professional hotel maid, she thought, eyeing a simple, short-sleeved, blue dress. What did "something more appropriate for a maid," really mean? She'd start with a head piece, and maybe an idea would magically come to her.

Her gaze settled on a small, unopened envelope of clear plastic. How did it get to her top shelf? The very sexy brunette on the package's label stared back at her mischievously, wearing only its skimpy contents, her hands and posture coyly hiding what her attire could not. The outfit itself was supposedly a maid costume, but calling it that was like saying a skateboard was a car because it had four wheels. There was more fabric in one of the bow topped stockings than in the sheer bra and micro-skirt combined. A thought like a cool breeze furtively wove up May's spine, telling her to slip into the tiny outfit, dart down to Claire's residence and enthusiastically follow all of her orders.

Ha, that'd be rich, May thought to herself. Hey Claire, I'm trying to get over that crush I have on you, so here I am in a napkin's worth of lingerie and ready to be your sex ****. May checked the time. She'd dropped the frisbee off fifteen minutes ago, and was still no closer to figuring out what she was going to wear. She needed to figure it out fast or risk messing up Claire's plans. It was obvious to May that her crush knew exactly what she was doing.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, Claire had no idea what she was doing. Any minute now, her new friend was going to show up dressed in appropriate maid attire (whatever that meant). And then what? Was she supposed to boss her around like a harpy? Even asking her to clean the apartment seemed a good way to spoil the start of their friendship. Knotted with worry, Claire paced over her carpet like she was trying to carve a trench with her chair's wheels.

On the other hand, May was clearly put off by Claire's offer to let her out of making lunch. What if not asking May to be a maid annoyed her? Would she get bored without something to do? So that was it then. Claire just had to figure out some maid activity for May to do that wasn't demeaning or patronizing in the next 5 minutes. And after that, she could just cure cancer. No big deal.

The snow blanketed landscape noisily shifted, like a sigh to mimic Claire's own frustration. If she was honest with herself (and she really tried to be) there was another reason she didn't want to go easy on May. She wanted to order the sweet young woman around, to be the villain, tying her damsel up. Or punishing her.

Thrilling. That was the only way to describe it. Claire was more than just excited. Even now just the memory of her hand impacting May's soft flesh made her heart beat with an untapped giddiness. Butterflies fluttered about her stomach as she thought about having total control over someone so beautiful, dictating whether she felt pleasure or pain, having power over her in intimate, passionate ways.

But she knew she couldn't act on those darker desires. Claire still vividly remembered being an angry teen, bossing others around or sneakily lashing out to make herself feel better. She wouldn't be that person; she wouldn't do those things again, certainly not to May. Solemnly, Claire vowed to--

A knock at the door almost made Claire fall out of her chair. What was with that girl and knocking so loud. Fully aware she hadn't solved her problem, Claire trepidatiously opened her door.

And wow!

May stood before her looking nothing short of amazing. She wore a little black dress that tenderly hugged her curves. Her feet were in elegant black heels and white, knee-high stockings that were topped with delicate red bows. A maid's headdress and waist apron indicated she was ready to serve, along with the eager (if slightly nervous) smile sparkling on her face. The salaciously-clad beauty did a little spin as she stepped through the open door, making her soft brow hair leap delicately. And with gargantuan effort Claire kept her jaw from hitting the floor.

"I knew you'd wear something great," Claire managed to say, "but this is so..." She trailed off trying to find the right word, sexy being the only one that came to mind. Like she had many times before in May's presence, Claire found herself questioning how straight she was.

"Thank you, ma'am," May blushed beautifully at the compliment. "What would you like me to do first?" she asked in an especially sweet and casual voice.

Claire felt a want churning within her loins. Seeing May dressed so beautifully made the desire to command her even stronger. She wanted to puppeteer the young woman, pose her in sexy and provocative ways. But those thoughts were evil, especially for her friend. She stared into May's eyes, so innocent and doeish, waiting for an answer, almost pleading. "Dusting," she **** out, smothering her desires. Hopefully her response wasn't too curt.

"Of course," the magnificent May said with a polite smile. She rummaged through her large tote (which Claire just now noticed) and retrieved an idyllic feather duster. "Can I put some lunch stuff in your fridge too?" she paused and a mischievous smirk slithered across her face before she added, "mistress."

That pose, her sweet voice, they made one thing perfectly clear. Claire was certainly not straight.

"Yup, yes, of course," she said, pulling herself away to open the fridge and hide her own blush.

Claire felt very unproductive as she watched her friend work. She had tasks of her own she could be doing, but she just couldn't take her eyes off of May. She'd asked her maid-for-the-day to dust some of the higher shelves, rationalizing that those were areas she herself had trouble reaching. But the glimpses of May's upper thighs when her raised arms tugged her dress up just a tad were really what she hungered after.

Of course, her guilt started to grow. Not only was she tricking her friend into performing sexy acts, but that made it all the more exciting. Twisting the situation was so naughty and exquisite. Claire felt a rush in her loins when she thought of the power she had over her maid. She wanted to dominate her. Needed to... Claire needed to stop herself. "Uh, maybe you should make lunch, or I could actually."

"Nope," responded May quickly, tucking the duster into her apron's string. "I'm on it." She gave Claire a quick and very pretty curtsy before rushing off to the kitchen.

Claire couldn't help but smile. May's excitement was so infectious as she practically skipped into the kitchen. How could she think of tormenting someone so wonderful? But with a dry swallow, Claire realized that made it all the more tempting.