No

Naomi unfolds her arms, sighing. “No, there’s no problem. I’m sorry, it’s just been a long flight.”

“Good. Now follow me.”

“You’re in so much trouble when you get home,” she says to Paul. “Go get the room. I’ll see you when I’m done.”

Naomi follows the receptionist to a room in the back. The room is full of staff: chefs, waiting staff and plenty of slaves. She notices that all of the cleaning slaves are wearing those French maid outfits, and she gulps, knowing that ass is about to be on show.

“Get undressed,” the brunette orders her.

Naomi looks around, wondering whether to protest. Why can’t she work in her own clothes? After a moment, she lifts the vest top over her head, then unhooks the back of her bra. There are so many eyes on her now that her tits are on show. She thinks about covering up, but she’ll be completely naked soon anyway. She removes the skirt and panties and places them on a bench.

The brunette hands her the maid outfit and she quickly slips the straps over her arms and ties it at the back, feeling how exposed her back and ass are. At least her front is covered.

“Now I have a few jobs to do, let me think where I want to put you,” the brunette says.