Molly and Matt

Molly was excited. Matt's boss's house was so much bigger than she expected. It was a mansion!

"Are you sure we aren't underdressed?" She asked her boyfriend.

"No," he insisted. "Harold is a really laid-back guy. He wants his guests to be comfortable!"

"I like being comfortable!" She said. "And your boss seems to be SWIMMING in comfort! Maybe you can talk him into sending a little more comfort your way!"

Matt chuckled and then the door opened. Molly gawked. The door had been opened by a woman in a maid's uniform. But she was practically falling out of that uniform! Her breasts were huge and obviously fake.

"Welcome to the party!" The bleach-blonde maid gushed. "You're Mr. Harold's first guests!"

Molly tore her eyes away from the maid's ridiculous chest to look up at her boyfriend. He was grinning, the jerk!

"Harold encouraged us to arrive early," he told the maid's tits.

The blonde bimbo giggled as if it was the cleverest joke she had ever heard. Molly's impression of her employer took a sudden downturn. What kind of man employed a woman like this to greet his guests?

"Matthew!" Their host exclaimed, stepping up behind the maid. "Come in! Come in! This must be Molly! Welcome to my home!"

The wealthy man was indeed dressed casually, though expensively so. He was grinning hungrily and doing very little to hide the fact that he was checking Molly out. With a figure like hers, Molly didn't tend to have to deal with men staring at her chest and with someone who would hire that maid, Molly was doubly surprised, though no less disturbed. She resolved right then and there to get Matt to take her home as soon as they could politely leave.

"As Yvette said, you're the first to arrive!" Harold said as they entered the vast and elegant foyer.

"Yes!" Matt said. "You were going to help me out with that issue before things got crowded."

"Right! I hadn't forgotten!" Matt's boss said. "Won't take a moment! Molly, would you like to step into my office for just a bit or follow Yvette to the ballroom and get a drink?"

Molly was conflicted. She didn't want to get to know Matt's creepy boss. She didn't want to be alone with his bimbo maid. But she had to make a choice. She wasn't going to get Matt alone to tell him she wanted to leave until more guests arrived.