The night shift

Mindy's feet padded along the cool marble floor as she casually brushed her duster along a bent over figure, sweeping away the minuscule dirt. Annette had been right about the emptiness. Mindy felt like she was alone in a museum.

She had changed back into her normal clothes that afternoon and returning to the promiscuously cut maid uniform made her skin tingle all over again. She had decided to leave the lights off and work off of moonlight to keep some form of modesty. The moonlight washed over her breasts and cast a long shadow from her pert nipples. Mindy admired the look for a time, then looked around. The suggestion by Annette of working in the nude sent tingles down her spine and she had not run into a prying eye her entire shift. She felt bold from her most private parts already being exposed so slinked into a shadowy corner and unzipped her top, pulling it down her waist along with her skirt. She unhooked her cincher and peeled off her leg stockings, slipping them off with her slippers. She grinned devilishly as she relished the sensation of cool marble under her feet.

Her entire body was tingling as she stepped into the moonlight. A slender leg appearing in the white glow, followed by naked torso and full breasts, arms raised in an elegant pose resembling a statue. She pranced about giddily moving from statue to statue like a guest greeting others at a ball. The moonlight did not differentiate between girl and stone, bathing both subjects equally in its pale colors.

The maid paused to admire the workmanship of one figure. She judged that the pieces were all from a single artist because of the similar styles. In the dimly lit shadows, the figures took a more erotic slant. The bent figures looked like they were tempting the viewer with their bodies, the reclining ones seemed to basking from a release. Her attention turned to one that was laying back, legs parted, most notably with an erect penis.