She's on time to the house

Elizabeth arrived at her younger sister's house promptly at 6am, as instructed. As she knocked on the door, she cringed again at her dress. She'd intended to wear one of the more simple uniforms she'd bought, but in the dark of the early morning, she'd grabbed the short uniform and been too rushed to change after she realized she was walking out of the house dressed like an oversexed Downton Abbey cosplayer.

Now she stood at her sister's house, maid uniform above her knees, lace cap, black pantyhose, and 2 inch patent pumps to complete her look.

The door opened, and she resisted the sudden urge to curtsy.

Megan did a double take at her older sister standing in front of her in the doorway, decked out like a classic maid. They stood in silence, staring at each other for a second before she relaxed. Of course, Elizabeth was only adapting ot her job. She had to make sure she didn't slip up and reveal she was trying to make money as a domestic. Megan collected herself and stood a bit straighter.

Elizabeth watched the surprise fade from her younger sister's face, replaced with something more regal and cold. "Good, I'm glad you're here, 'Isabella'." her sister clipped, and motioned for her to enter the spacious house.

"Wha-" Elizabeth started, before another person stepped into view. An older woman who was dressed for the office was there as well. Elizabeth caught herself before stammering, "Where would you like me to start, Ms. Hastings?"

"The bathrooms. Run along please." Elizabeth nodded to Megan and then to her guest, and went into the utility room to gather her cleaning supplies. As she counted out a few rags, she could hear bits and pieces of Megan and her colleague chatting in the living room.

"Where did you find her?"

"... Oh a very good job."

"... So hard to find these days..."

"...speaks English?"

"Oh I see..."

"...only a few years?"

"Oh her rates are very excessive."

"...Well, I can ask..."

A few hours in to her cleaning, and aside from the heels, Elizabeth was feeling very comfortable in her new uniform. She'd found it a bit awkward to clean and dust with the ruffles in the dress at first, but after a little while she didn't even notice. If she was honest with herself, she found the uniform more and more comfortable, if not a bit stuffy due to the long sleeves and pantyhose.

She knew some of the heat she was feeling in the uniform was coming from between her legs. She felt herself daydreaming while going through her mindless tasks. First about having more wild sex with her husband, and then about having wild sex with her husband while wearing her maid uniform. The mental image of her husband bending her over the bed in her uniform, ripping down her pantyhose and underwear, and fucking her was enough to convince her to take a few minutes of break time to calm down.

She felt much calmer after reaching under her dress and jilling herself off after lunch.

Elizabeth felt her phone buzz after she was finished cumming and pulled it out of the apron pocket. It was Ms Hastings, her sister.

"Sorry about that this morning, Marge is very formal, and if I'd let anything slip, neither of us would have heard the end of it."

Elizabeth's thumbs flew on the keys in response. "No problem. I heard a little of your conversation, what was she asking about?"

"Oh that. She wanted to know if she could hire you. I tried to come up with a reason why you couldn't."

"Did you really say I couldn't speak English?"

"No! God, no. I did say your English wasn't good, so if she comes by again, you need to pretend you don't understand much. You took foreign language classes in high school, right? Just throw a few words in the next time you see anyone. No one from the office speaks anything but English, so they won't know the difference."

Elizabeth frowned. "So now I'm pretending I'm some immigrant or something? This isn't what I wanted."

"Look, don't give me that. You knew you were going to have to come up with a different backstory eventually, since you wanted to hide that we were sisters!"

Elizabeth wasn't sure about that. Hadn't it been Ms Hastings who'd suggested the whole thing? She couldn't remember now. "Fine, I guess."

Elizabeth frowned and put her phone away. She'd need to brush up a bit if she was going to pull this off. It was beginning to get concerning how her sister was manipulating her so easily. She had always been the one in control before, and this job was reversing their roles so quickly and so completely that she felt a little light headed.

The phone rested contently against her belly.