While that sounds nice, Jess should do some cleaning; but first... A uniform.

You both pass quickly through the self-checkout lane to get to your car, and as you begin driving away from the store, Jess notices that you aren't heading home.

"Where are we going?" she asks leaning over and pulling her blouse apart a bit. "I thought you might want me... soon." You smile at her, and with your free right hand lean over to cup her right breast. She smiles and bites her lip and you feel her hand on your pants, resting lightly on your cock. "So, is this going to be what we do? You pull over and play with my tits while I make you cum in your pants?" Jess' dirty talk is always amazingly descriptive and you contemplate the idea before making the right turn into the mall. Jess pulls away and slowly pulls her blouse closed. "Wow..." she says, smiling. "You must have something special planned to ignore the handjob and titplay special. I guess I'll have to wait and see?"

You say nothing and exit the car. Jess, grinning knowingly, follows you into the mall, where the first blast of air catches both of you off guard. Jess slides her arm under you, and even with her blouse only buttoned to the middle of her chest, you notice her nipples harden through the loose fabric. "Chilly?" you ask. She turns at you and gives you a dirty look. Smiling, you quickly guide her through the mall to the costume shop that you and she consistently frequent for your halloween parties.

The clerk remembers you, and she comes over to say hi. She's shorter than Jess, you'd guess about five-two, five-three tops, but she lacks Jess' curves. Despite being so hot for Jess (or because of it, maybe), you find yourself looking at the clerk's low neckline, where her long, red hair frames pale skin.

"What can I do you for?" the clerk asks.

Before Jess can respond, you say "Jess needs a French Maid outfit for this thing tonight." You feel Jess stiffen a little behind you and the clerk nods.

"A popular item. Are we going the actual maid outfit, or that getup you see on movies?" You tell her the latter. "You'll turn heads," the clerk says to Jess, her eyes lingering for just a moment on her opened blouse. Jess thanks her for the compliment and you both follow her to the aisle. There are tons to choose from.

"What's your bust?" the clerk asks. Jess' face flushes red and she tells the clerk, apparently going along with the bet for now. The clerk writes it down, then asks for the rest of your girlfriend's measurements. Jess complies, relaxing slightly as the clerk moves along the isle, pulling pieces down. In moments, the clerk has handed Jess the outfit, and is leading her to the dressing room.

"Try these on; they should fit, unless you were lying," the clerk says with a wink. Jess dutifully piles into the dressing room, and you fight the urge to peek as you hear the rustling of clothes. It doesn't take your girlfriend long to hop out of the dressing room in a short black skirt, fishnet stockings, and a revealing corset that makes her b-cups look like c-cups, the tops exposed much more than her blouse allowed for. Her legs taper neatly into the bottom of the skirt and you can tell the moment that she has to bend over, her smooth, round ass will be on display. It's all you can do to avoid asking her to lean over in public.

You grin as she turns for you, and the clerk whistles her approval as well. "Definitely a head-turner," she says to you.