Yes, and you spend the rest of the day cleaning his massive apartment.

"Now I've really got something to look forward to when I come home," Sean laughs, and your skin crawls. "I'll be back late, I've got a lot on today. Clean as much as you can, but don't sweat it," he laughs as you stand up and turn to face him, happy to be preserving your modesty, but your face scarlet with shame and humiliation. "I didn't really hire you for your cleaning skills." You look at him with barely-disguised hatred and he smiles again. "Oh, and don't think you can change out of this uniform, Holly. If I come home and find you not wearing it, there'll be trouble. Plus, there's are security cameras hidden everywhere." Really? That's terrible! He's recording you like this? "Relax, it's a limited system. I wipe it everyday and I won't do anything with it. But if I check it and you aren't wearing this stuff at any point... Yeah, you wouldn't want to do that. There's plenty of food in the kitchen."

And with that he turns and leaves.

You spend the rest of the day cleaning his place because... what else can you do? Every now and then you go into a room with a large mirror, catch sight of yourself and yelp in horror. You really do look like nothing more than a stripper, or a slutty maid from a cheap porn flick. But you find a couple of his hidden cameras, and see a couple more in the corners of rooms, and so you obey and you never change out of this humiliating 'uniform' even as the cut-out holes for your tits start to bite a little into your heavy breasts, and the tips and nipples of them start to get more and more sensitive and sore under the white apron.

Even with no-one around you still keep tugging the apron back into place to cover yourself when it slips off.

You explore Sean's apartment too before you fix yourself lunch. It's insane, bigger than your family home and spread out over the whole floor of this building. There are corridors that you're almost afraid to walk down because it looks like it must be a shared hallway, but no - it's all private, enclosed, and only for the use of Sean. The whole place is perfectly climate controlled, and even though you're wearing practically nothing you never feel cold. There's a gym, several bedrooms with various levels of furnishings (in a way it's nice to find that your room is the second nicest after the opulent suite that you assume is where Sean sleeps), a library (mostly with DVDs) and many empty rooms that seem to be mostly used for storing furniture and statues he's grown tired of.

You don't think you do all that good a job of cleaning, you don't know how. But you vacuum up a lot of dust and clean a lot of shelves, and you're not worried that he's going to complain about your work. You clean his en-suite bathroom and think about going through his drawers, but decide not to because of the cameras.

And perhaps unsurprisingly because of the tension in your body as you pad around his apartment, acutely aware of how you look even though there's no-one here to see it, paranoid that someone will be looking through binoculars into his place through the panoramic windows, you get really tired.

You fall asleep on a small sofa in the corner of his massive lounge, and the next thing you know you're awoken by the front door opening and it's eight pm.