Getting dressed

“Y-You must be kidding me. I can’t even wear what you’re wearing!?” Sally objected.

“I am afraid not. My uniform simply would not fit your body type. That is the uniform designed for girls whose behinds carry much more mass than their top halves. It was selected by the Lieutenant herself. You should be thankful that she was so considerate of those in your position. I am certain she considers you her comrade in a way.”

Sally’s “top” was simply a strip of fabric, about one inch in height, wrapped around her torso. Not even her areolae were completely covered, not that the sheer fabric would have hidden them anyway. Her boobs were pressed against her chest, squished into lewd orbs sitting on her chest. Her panties may as well have been two strings of floss tied together. They fit snugly between her lower lips and her asscheeks, hiding absolutely nothing. She had the sleeve gloves and stockings like Grey, but the headband was reserved for the Head Maid only. But Sally was also wearing stiletto heels, ensuring her big, bouncy ass was kept as perky as possible.

“Ugh, it’s been too long since I wore heels. And I didn’t even check what this girl was packing back there. I can feel my ass bounce with every step I take…” Sally muttered to herself.

“I will consider your mutterings to indicate your gratitude to the Lieutenant. Now, on to your duties. Today we will be cleaning the smaller rooms of the mansion. This means-”

“What, you’re not gonna show me around first? Give me a tour of the place? Maybe show me where the ‘strange’ things happen? I heard strange things happen here.”

“Sadly, no. Though my duties are many, mansion ‘tours’ are not one of them. And I assure you that this residence is quite normal. Do not believe such dubious rumors. While cleaning, please be certain to empty any trash-”

“What!? We’re taking out the trash too? I thought we’d be daintily cleaning stuff with feather dusters, and serving tea.” Sally leaned closer to Grey and continued, “Maybe a little bit of teasing for a virtuous, middle-aged Master while he does his best to act unaffected? Though…” Sally looked down with disappointment at her exposed form. “I guess there’s not much teasing to be done when everything’s already on display, huh? No accidental skirt flips, or downblouse as I bend over…”

Grey’s level demeanor was giving way to slight annoyance. “Your ‘Master’ is Lieutenant Surge, who is a young woman. Most people at least know that much before applying for this position. And I regret to inform you that your romanticized idea of a maid will not be realized here. At the Surge Estate, maids are expected to clean the premises thoroughly. Especially when it comes to disposing of trash. No payment will be received if trash cans are left unemptied. Now, while I usually give new maids a choice, I suspect this would only be a waste of time. I shall handle rooms in the West Wing, while you shall handle the East Wing.

Grey took a cart filled with various cleaning supplies and went on her way.

“Yowch. What’s wrong with her? Maybe she’s cranky cuz that lieutenant girl never pays attention to her and makes her work too hard.”

Sally grabbed the other cleaning cart and brought it to the East Wing of the mansion. Of course, cleaning was the last thing on her mind.