A French Maid Outfit

Opening a closet, she reveals rack after rack of the same outfit. Upon closer inspection, they are all various sizes of the same french maid uniform. A bit more... traditional than you had expected, if you were being honest. Still, anything was better than your birthday suit! The older woman eventually selected one and pulled it off its hanger. She also retrieved a few more accessories from various draws, taking them all and placing them on a chair in front of you.

"Be sure to hurry. Time is always of the essence in this house, remember that!"

You look down at the outfit which is less... traditional than you had originally assumed. While it was in the french maid style, it was a bit skimpier than one would hope for. Still, with your job on the line you had **** but to slip it on. As you got dressed, the older woman stared you down with a quiet, dispassionate, and above all else impatient gaze.

Once you got the whole thing on, you were finally able to inspect yourself. The maid dress is a tiny little thing. The top is very low cut, spaghetti straps barely holding it up. The skirt was quite short as well, only coming halfway down your thigh. Especially with your huge ass, it would be hard to avoid people getting a peak, your privates only concealed by a sheer pair of white lace panties. Continuing down your legs, you are wearing semi-transparent white stockings and a black pair of heels. The outfit was topped off with a satin choker and a cute hairband with a bow on it.

"Ummm, is there... does this come with a bra, Madam?" You ask, though you believe you know the answer.

"Don't ask stupid questions," the woman snapped, heading for the door of her office. "If there was a bra I would have given you one." Opening the door, she motions for you to follow. "Keep up, Miss Lockley! It is easy to get lost in these halls." As she leaves, you scramble after her. You almost trip whilst getting used to your new heels but the Madam does not slow down.

She leads you up a thin spiral staircase, so tight your ass barely squeezes through it. "When you can, you will use these servants' stairs." She instructs, also seemingly struggling. "Only use the main staircases when specifically told or when absolutely necessary!" You nod as she leads you up to two claustrophobic flights.

Exiting the tight passage, she takes you down a hallway and into a rather grand room. Bookcases line the walls, though judging from the covers they have never been read. Opposite the entrance is a mahogany door, leading into another room. Built into one of the bookcases is a plasma screen TV, currently playing a daytime soap. Lounging on a couch opposite the screen is a beautiful Asian woman only a few years older than you. She is dressed in an expensive red cocktail dress, with matching heels, diamond earrings, and an emerald necklace also adorning her slender body. She looked up with annoyance as the two of you came in, muting the television.

"Oh hello Olivia, to what do we owe the pleasure?" Her eyes shift towards you, her expression becoming more amused as you come into view. "Oh, what's this, fresh meat?"

"We need to see the Master," your boss replies, obvious disdain in her voice. "Is he busy?"

"Oh, is there some dust emergency?" She giggled, gracefully rising to her feet. "He was on a call a few minutes ago. Let me check." Sauntering over to the mahogany door, she softly turns the knob and slips inside.

There was an awkward moment of silence before the older maid broke it. "I suppose I should be introducing people to you. That was Sophia Wen, the Master's mistress." Her tone is icy cold, her eyes staring daggers at the door. "While not a member of the family, you will refer to her as Mistress, is that clear?"

"Yes, Madam," you reply automatically. The Madam glances down at you, the faintest glint of pride in her eyes, before returning her gaze to the door.

As if on cue, Sophia returns to the study, a sultry smile on her face. Laying back down on the couch, she motions to the door. "He will see you now," she purrs, unmuting the television. Grabbing your hand, the Madam leads you through the mahogany door and into the Master's office.