Just take a peek outside the door.

I wasn't giving up yet. I NEEDED this job and I was sure I could do good at it. If those other women could prove themselves, then I at least had a chance.

Still, I needed to see some brighter light: something nicer than that dreary cell.

I opened the door a crack and took a look outside. To my shock, I saw "Bambi" sitting in a chair just outside the door, wearing only her collar and a pair of cream-colored silk panties, and reading a lingerie catalog.

She looked just as startled as I was, but recovered faster. "Oh good, you're awake! Come with me; we don't have much time."

That was not the response I was expecting. "I wasn't going to run away, I swear. I just-"

Bambi interrupted me, taking my hand and pulling me more towards the center of the house. "Yes, I know. The master said you would poke you head out to get some light and that I should grab you then, if there was time. Let me help you with that."

He knew I would do that!? Help me with what?

She slipped a key out of her panties and unlocked me, then started unbuttoning my clothes. I couldn't stop staring at her breasts as we walked. How could she just be so casual about...

"Um, Bambi? Aren't his parents...?"

"Yes, and that's why we have to hurry!" she whispered frantically. "The master gave me specific instructions about what to do and he made it clear long ago that anyone they see naked will be fired! We even have to dress more conservatively when they come by. Now, hurry! Your shoes and stockings, too. The others will pick up after us."

I yanked off my clothing as fast as I could, in a confused rush. I felt a moment of panic before allowing my bra to come off but it faded by the time we reached the dining room. My panties and collar stayed on and she led me to the dining room table, gesturing me under it.

The table was a large, round table with a tablecloth that came easily down to the floor. It could easily have seated 8-12 people, but had been set for only three. We got down and crawled under it, smoothing the table cloth behind us so it looked normal. She put her arm around me, and I was surprised to find how comforting it was to have human contact after being in that cell.

We both huddled closer even tighter as we heard the voices of mom and dad come in.

--***--

"But she was holding the door open for me, dear! How could I NOT look at her?"

Sigh. My mother and father were arguing again as we came into the dining room. I considered (for the hundredth time) sending the maids away when they came by, but I refused to bend my life that much to suit them. I noticed a faint wrinkle in the tablecloth that Bambi had no doubt tried to conceal. Good. That meant they were under the table as instructed.

Several minutes of bickering later, we sat down for a late breakfast. I took a hard-boiled egg, cracked it open and surreptitiously slipped allowed it to slide down my leg and onto the carpet before kicking it under the table.

--***--

Bambi leaned her face towards mine, parting her lips, and for a panicked second I thought she was going to kiss me... but then her eyes darted to where my brother was sitting. She excitedly pointed at me and to the floor there where he had dropped some food. She pantomimed eating it, as I looked at her confused. I was hungry, but I wasn't eating that! It had been on the floor! It was unsanitary!

She crawled over and gingerly picked it up like it was a rare jewel. Coming back with her prize, she leaned over and whispered in my ear, very softly, "I've already been fed. You never know where your next meal may some from." To my horror, she then took a small bite out of it!

Silently, she held the egg out to me.

Do I take it?