The maid gets caught in a trap and loses her clothes

I went inside. The Queen wasn’t there. The whole room was quite tidy. Everything was in its place and no space was wasted. The maid entered with me. “What are you going to do? Chain yourself to her bed? Shred her clothes? Paint the walls with fake pig blood? …Please don’t. I’ll have to clean it.”

“Don’t worry. I’m just going to gather Intel so that I can stop her next pr-kicking spree.”

“Really? This isn’t part of some sort of protest? Why aren’t you wearing a shirt if you are only going to snoop around?”

“Huhhhhh, cause that’s how I roll?”

The maid seemed perplexed. “Right on sister. You do you.” She gave me a thumbs up. “I’ll help you search while I clean the room. I’ll let you know if I find something interesting.” The brunette started straightening the bedsheets. Good, I didn’t need the distraction. It was hard enough already to look her in the eyes knowing she had seen me in my birthday suit.

I spotted a laptop on a nearby desk and sat to inspect it. It asked for a password, I tried "password123". The computer seemed to crash for a moment before it decided to boot up. Lucky, I almost couldn’t believe that the Queen had been so careless. I checked the files. There wasn’t a lot of info on the Queen, only details about the pranks she had pulled tonight. Nothing too interesting.

It seemed like she targeted Aria because she promoted the use of a toxic brand of paint or some such. The DJ earned her wrath because she supposedly ripped off indie bands and passed their songs as hers …Huh, déjà vu. It also seemed like she pegged my informant for a traitor the same day I caught her. Her stripping was planned a long time ago, but it seemed like she didn’t expect me to appear when I did. I sent all the information I found via e-mail.

The Queen had one more target tonight. A maid in the hotel. This was a paid job. She was hired by one of her ex-coworkers because, apparently, she was just the worst boss ever. The Queen planned to strip the maid with an elaborate trap in the bathroom, but she ditched the plan when she found out that her target switched shifts with someone else. She had developed a new plan, but the computer didn’t give me a clue on what it was.

“Activist girl, help!” I heard the maid cry from the bathroom. Uh-oh. I ran inside. She was standing on the bathtub, her hands pressed against a grey stain on the wall. “Help! I can’t move my hands! They are stuck!”

It seemed like the Queen didn’t disable her first prank. The stain was probably superglue and the maid had been foolish enough to touch it after it didn’t come off with the cleaning spray.

I wanted to help, but interfering was bound to get me caught in the prank somehow. I approached slowly. The shower head began spraying the poor girl with a torrent of cold water, or was it water? It smelled weird.

“Cold, cold! Turn it off!” The girl whirled and squirmed under the torrent, dropping droplets of the liquid all over the bathroom. Quite a few landed right over my crotch …great. I tried turning the faucet. To my absolute nonsurprise, it didn’t budge. Just as I was about to inform the maid of this, the water stopped, and a hot current of air blew from the drain. Steam began to rise.

“Ahhh!” The maid moaned. She was drenched from head to toe. No doubt the heat felt good. The bathroom had become very hot, almost like a sauna. Was that the whole prank? No, it had been too easy, the worst was yet to come. If I wanted information out of the girl, I needed to ask now, before she became too flustered with what came next.

“Before I help you, I need to know something.”

“What?”

“You exchanged shifts with someone. What were you originally going to do tonight?”

“How it’s that going to help?”

“It will. Trust me!”

“Ok, ok. I was going to do laundry. Ugh, I hate that. Dirty clothes are so smelly.” That’s it! That’s where the Queen went. “So, can you help me now? I feel weird, like something is tugging at me.”

“I see.” I looked at the maid, her clothes were … shrinking? Her long skirt now reached her knees. Her shirt had shrunk so much that I could see all the way down her lower back …Of course! Hot and cold. That was the prank, to shrink her clothes! But, It shouldn’t work that fast, unless … It wasn’t ordinary water, after all, it was some other substance that accelerated the process.

“EEK!” The maid looked down and got an eyeful of her own cleavage. She realized what was going on. “Hurry and get me out of here!” The process accelerated. I kept watching with morbid curiosity. I could see the curves of her butt cheeks peeking from under her skirt. Her panties had also been affected. Yikes, they were riding up her bottom, the brunette didn’t seem to enjoy it one bit.

The clothes seemed to be under a lot of strain. So much so that the seams couldn’t take it. In a flash, the clothes exploded, for the lack of a better word. Shreds of the brunette’s former uniform were sent flying all over the bathroom, leaving her very naked, and very flustered too. Let me tell you, she chose a bad day to not wear a bra. I’m not proud of it, but I took a moment to admire the maid’s exposed body. She was quite …well endowed. Her stuffy uniform had hidden a very attractive hourglass figure underneath.

Well, the show was over, it was time to leave. I turned around and walked out of the room. I left the now naked maid with her hands on the wall and her curvaceous bottom pointed towards the door. She yelled for my help, then switched to screaming obscenities when she realized I was not going to help her. Poor girl, she even started laughing as I left the room. I didn’t have much choice, It’s not like I could help her with the glue, and every second I wasted getting help was another that the Queen could do something more humiliating to her real target, or worse, she could get away… again.