Can't make it far. They have to hide and hope for the best.

Between the very tight skirt practically binding my legs, the too-tall heels that I would struggle to walk in even under ideal conditions, and the almost violent thrusting going on between my legs, it becomes quickly clear that I'm in no condition to travel on foot.

Sarah has to practically carry me the block and a half we manage to cover before she just couldn't anymore. "You gotta help me, girl. There's a lot more going on than you know. But you're a maid now, and they're not going to care that it's your first day. Welcome to the party!"

I took another wobbly step and then the uniform decided it was time to start licking my asshole, and with a pitiful cry of surprise, I fell to my knees, clutching uselessly at my smooth clothing. There was no way to protect myself from it, but I couldn't think straight and had to try.

Sarah looked around anxiously. "Fuck. They're not supposed to be here. This neighborhood is supposed to be neutral!" With a groan of frustration, she hauled me again to my feet and gestured with her chin to a small store not far away. "Looks like Carly's is the only option. Hope she's in a good mood..."

The admittedly pleasant licking sensation at my back door had become gentle prodding and I was quickly losing my struggle to even be mad that Sarah had done this to me as my latex uniform started filling both my holes in a frustratingly arhythmic manner. Sometimes both holes would be full at once, sometimes they'd take turns. And all the while, my breasts and freshly pierced nipples were being groped and massaged in a manner I found increasingly welcome, and despite all of it, my body was firmly, tightly, inescapably wrapped in tight latex that prevented me from having the slightest effect on my own treatment.

Sarah pulled me through the doorway of a dimly lit bookstore, throwing me roughly to the floor before shoving the door closed again. Moments later, some kind of car drove slowly past us on the other side of the glass, and Sarah let out a long breath of relief.

Until the firm voice of a woman came from somewhere further inside the shop. "Maids. In my bookstore? Explain yourselves. Right now."

The rhythmic click-clack of heels on polished floor announced the arrival of a very severe looking woman, perhaps forty, but still in incredible shape. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun and she wore a pair of rather large glasses and luscious red lipstick. She wore a crisp, clean white dress shirt. So low-cut that her entire cleavage was on full display. The shirt was thin enough that not only were her puffy nipples prominently visible, but I would make out her entire areola and a tribal tattoo covering most of her left side through the shirt.

Besides her tight white shirt, she was wearing a scandalously short gray skirt, tight around her ass and the few inches of thigh it actually covered, knee-high white socks with little lacy frills at the tops, and absurdly tall gray pumps on her feet. She held a yardstick in her hands like a weapon as she glared down her nose at us.

All I could manage was some horny moaning sounds as I began to wonder why it was I hadn't managed to come yet. Was my uniform actually preventing me? Sarah had said something... oh god, if this was just my life now, teased like this...

Sarah pinched the edges of her frilly skirt, spreading her hands wide to curtsey gracefully. "Please pardon the intrusion, Head Librarian, but this is an emergency." Sarah was trembling, clearly afraid of the older woman.