Service Uniforms Plus

Elizabeth dropped all of her purchases on the bed and started to sort through them. She'd gotten a little more than she intended, but reasoned it was a necessary expense for her job. The store had sold domestic uniforms from the cheapest frumpy drab dresses to maid uniforms that bordered a bit on the provocative. She had intended to find something practical for cleaning that didn't scream 'maid', but ended up choosing a black and white dress that did in fact scream 'maid'. It wasn't risque, it was only an inch above her knees and covered her breasts, so it was still demure. No one would mistake what she was though.

She got 4 of them.

She looked at the shoes and sighed again. She hadn't meant to get anything but some practical black flats. What she ended up buying were nothing practical. 3 inch patent black heels and black hose to match.

"Well, I don't want to look totally frumpy," she reasoned to herself.

Jeff, her husband, walked into the bedroom while she was putting everything away.

"Honey, what the hell is going on? Are you someone's maid or something?" he asked.