Kallen the Maid

"I'm not wearing that."

"That's your choice," Milly agreed flippantly, not looking like she cared in the least.

Kallen's eyes narrowed in suspicion. What was she up to? "Andrew wouldn't have put me in that without your influence."

A condescending smile came over the blonde bitches face. "You're just as stupid as I thought you would be. Of course, this was my influence. Did you expect me not to take advantage of my day alone with darling?"

Kallen squeezed her eyes shut and counted to ten, trying to keep from turning this confrontation physical. When she spoke, it was with a deceptively even tone. "I used to be a freedom fighter, and one of the first things I learned while fighting for Japan was not to escalate. If we started bombing and slaughtering Britannian civilians en masse in the name of ****, we might kill some people and score a few victories, but the military would retaliate- and their retaliation would wipe Shinjuku Ghetto off the face of the planet. So we never gave into temptation- we laid low, waited for our opportunity, and scored minor victories where we could- nothing that would invite disproportionate retaliation."

Her eyes flickered open. The orbs were hard. "I expected you to not escalate this- especially not this hard. You do realize that I have my own day with Andrew coming up, don't you? If you go through with this, then I'm going to retaliate on my day with him- and trust me, you don't want to get on my bad side."

Milly had the gall to laugh at Kallen's threat. "If that is the mindset of you terrorists, then it's no wonder that Area Eleven is still an Area."

Kallen's jaw tightened, but she didn't take the bait. "Rescind the order. Now."

"I can't- and wouldn't if I could. This isn't my request, it's his. All I did was make a few suggestions about skills you should learn. If you choose not to heed his requests," Milly shrugged. "It's not my problem."

"Stop pretending you don't care. You're the one who planned this!"

"I'm not pretending not to care. I don't care. I win no matter what you do. If you put that maid outfit on like I want you to, then I win. Darling gets used to seeing you in your rightful place and you start learning the skill a girl of your stature needs. If you don't put it on, then you're disobeying darling and I'm sure he'll be thrilled." Milly's smile took on a wicked edge. "I'll be sure to hold onto it for you. You're going to be wearing it quite often after I marry him."

"You bitch-" Kallen counted to ten again. It didn't help.

The silence gave Milly a chance to lazily lift an eyebrow and ask, "Are you putting it on or not? I want to go see darling and I don't intend to wait for you forever."

The reminder that Andrew was waiting for them snapped Kallen out of her rage-fueled trance. It gave some semblance of order to her chaotic thoughts. She **** herself to think through the consequences of wearing and not wearing the outfit.

The decision became easy when Kallen thought about it in those terms, but Kallen hated the conclusion she came to.

If she showed up not wearing the uniform despite Milly having told her that it was Andrew's orders, then Kallen would be guilty of insubordination. Irrespective of why these orders were issued, these were indubitably Andrews orders and Kallen had to follow through whether she liked it or not.

That didn't mean that she couldn't contest the orders.

When she had been a freedom fighter, Kallen had been given plenty of orders she didn't like. Over time, she had picked up a few tricks when it came to bringing up her disagreements with officers that outranked her.

The first step was following through regardless- something that might seem counter-intuitive but worked regardless. A firefight was no place to argue with the commanding officer. In the short term, being obstinate could cost lives and potentially the outcome of the engagement. In the long term, it engenders negative feelings between the soldier and the commander- not what she wanted when she was trying to convince the commander to change his mind about something.

The issue she had with the order could wait until the situation calmed down. A good commander would hear her out and might even change his mind. At the very least, she could expect to get an explanation.

Andrew was a good commander. The best Kallen had ever had. She was confident she could talk to him about his latest order- and get him to change his mind. After that, she could deal with the blonde whore that convinced him to put her in this.

The first step was following through, however. Grudgingly, she nodded. "I'll do it."

Milly clapped her hand, delighted. She showed no sign of being surprised. "Wonderful."

Milly didn't look away as Kallen changed- there was no point. They had seen each other naked too many times while servicing their master to be bothered with nudity.

Despite her earlier warning that she wouldn't wait forever, Milly didn't seem particularly rushed now. She waited patiently while Kallen struggled with the too-small shirt, the bonnet and bow that had to be tied, and the corset had laced.

Kallen spared her a glance, wondering what was going through with her mind. Was she savoring her victory- or planning her next attack? The sly smile on Milly's face could imply either. Thinking of the possibilities helped. It distracted her from how much of a joke she felt in the outfit.

Once she had changed, she turned to walk down the hall to where Andrew was waiting. Kallen hoped that Milly would be content to trail behind her. If she had been, Kallen could have made it to the room first and gotten started on making her case without Milly's interference.

It wasn't to be. Milly darted in front of her and continued at a brisk pace, easily outpacing Kallen's stride. While she wasn't a stranger to stockings or high heels, Kallen wasn't as practiced with them as she should have been and had to walk carefully lest she lose her balance.

Milly opened the door seconds before Kallen could catch up to her, and called out, "Darling! I brought the cook."

Flushing, Kallen side-stepped Milly and entered the room. She intentionally positioned herself so that she blocked from entering while simultaneously blocking most of her profile. Kallen did her best to stand straight and proud. "Sir," she began. "I have a few issues with the outfit you assigned me."

The blonde bitch behind her could wait. She would have her **** a few days from now when she had her day with Andrew. For now, all she had to do was nullify Milly's opening move.

She could do that... couldn't she?

Andrew had been doing his homework when the two of them walked in. Despite his changes, the world didn't stop turning and at the very least, he had to pass high school. Moreover, his decision to maintain their schedules meant that Milly regularly had minor housekeeping to oversee in her position as Student Council President.

This meant that while they always met up in the same room after school, they tended to arrive at different times. Today, for instance, Kallen and Milly were both almost half-an-hour late.

Andrew had intended to be cross with them for keeping him waiting. He even had his rebuke planned out. When Milly opened the door to announce that she had brought the cook, he had opened his mouth to deliver it- and then Kallen stepped in front of her, and he forgot what he was supposed to say.

Kallen looked stunning.

The first place that his gaze landed was her chest. Of his two women, Kallen was the one that was less well endowed in the breast area, but the outfit did it's best to rectify that. The corset she was wearing over her uniform was tied tightly with red laces, the same shade as Milly's hair. They pushed her breasts up, so they struggled against her too-small shirt. The buttons were straining and at points, the creamy flesh underneath was visible.

He dimly remembered that Milly had a maid- Sayoko- who was a lot less well endowed than either of his girls. It would explain how she had gotten the uniform so quickly.

His gaze dipped a bit lower. Kallen was wearing a voluminous red skirt with white frills. The red matched her hair, the laces on her corset, and her bow, while the white matched her skin and her shirt. The skirt went down to mid-thigh after which some skin was left exposed before the coverage was picked up by stockings of the same color scheme. Trailing further down, the outfit ended with glossy black heels.

With a herculean exercise of will, he brought his eyes back to hers and was aroused further by the fact that Kallen looked embarrassed. A small blush gave away her true feelings even as she tried to stand taller. It was adorable- a kitten pretending to be a lion. It made him want to ravage her on the spot.

"Sir, I have a few issues with the outfit you assigned me."

Funnily enough, Andrew didn't remember assigning Kallen a maid uniform, but he did have vague memories of giving Milly the okay for teaching her how to cook. He might have done so, and just missed the fact that he had. Andrew had been distracted throughout the encounter.

"So do I," Andrew agreed, walking up to her. Kallen looked relieved until he continued, "The skirt is too long."

He might not remember assigning her a maid outfit before, but Kallen looked too hot in hers for him to allow her to get rid of it. How she winded up in it was beside the point.

Milly stepped out from her spot behind Kallen- what was she doing there? Either way, she offered Andrew a smile and offered, "You only gave me the request yesterday. I didn't have a chance to customize her uniform. If you give me a list of things you want changed, I'll be happy to make whatever modifications you want."

Andrew shot her a grateful look. "Thanks, sweetheart."

"Sir, that's not what I-" Kallen was cut off as Andrew's attention swiveled back to her and he pulled her into a kiss. He got a feeling that she wasn't as thrilled to be in the uniform as he was, but Andrew's mind was made up. Cutting her off before she could request to not wear it meant that he didn't have to openly deny her, allowing him to pretend to be on her side.

Tellingly, he hushed her when they separated. "It's alright. I know- you don't need to tell me." His hands slipped into Kallen's skirt to finger her- and was disappointed when they met a soft fabric instead. "Why panties?"

The subject change did its job. Kallen didn't try to bring up the topic of her uniform again, instead of answering, "They were part of the parcel."

Andrew glanced at Milly in askance. The beauty had taken a seat at the table where Andrew had been. A glance showed that she had ripped a page out of his notebook and borrowed his pen to note down the modifications that he wanted to be done.

Milly shrugged, "They were part of the parcel. I got the outfit from Sayoko- you don't want Kallen to wear panties?"

"Gives me easier access if she's not." That didn't mean that it was particularly difficult to get access to her even with panties on. Andrew worked a few fingers into her waistband and pulled down, causing the garments to slide down her thighs upon which gravity brought it down further. His hands slipped into Kallen's wet snatch.

Her knees went weak and she had to choose between leaning on the wall for support on leaning on Andrew. Andrew had been expecting her to lean on him- it was what Milly would have done- and was disappointed when she leaned onto the wall instead, throwing her head back as a guttural moan ripped itself from her throat.

It exposed her slender neck to Andrew's hungry mouth. He licked more than he sucked, leaving the skin shiny and wet as he trailed downwards to her bounteous breasts. He preferred Milly's, and with her a mere few feet away from him, spending time on Kallen's seemed like a waste.

Still, he did pause to admire the change that her outfit had on the feel of her tits. He squeezed on one, getting Kallen to mewl wantonly. The motion caused the center button to push out even further. A bit more and it would pop off. "Might want to order a few more buttons. If these pop, they'll have to be replaced."

"A wonderful idea beloved," Milly spoke, her voice more sensual than normal. A glance showed her rubbing her thighs together even as she loyally noted down his commands. She was clearly aroused by his acts with Kallen- a thought that made Andrew smile. "Can I also suggest we add sewing to her lesson plan? This way she can repair her own uniform if it breaks. Self-reliance is a virtue."

"Sure," he agreed. Andrew had already started tuning her out, more focused on the gorgeous red-head than the blonde minx at the moment. Kallen looked like she wanted to say something, but didn't, and so Andrew went back to worshiping her body.

He eased up on her breasts. Until the buttons got here, he didn't want to risk damaging the uniform.

Come to think of it, there wasn't much that Andrew could do without running some part of the ensemble. The set-up, while gorgeous, was also quite intricate. It had many parts- the corset and the bow- for instance that was difficult to put on and take off.

He considered telling Milly to simplify the uniform when he realized that wasn't necessary. The parts of Kallen he wanted access to- her cunt and breasts- were easily accessible without taking anything off. He could unbutton her top without touching the corset so he could get at her breasts and to get access to her cunt-

"Turn around," his voice came out as a growl despite Andrew not intending for it too. It was lower and huskier than he would have thought.

"Wha-" Kallen let out dazed, her dark blue eyes foggy.

"Turn around," Andrew repeated. The urgency in his voice brought Kallen back to some level of awareness. "Yes sir."

She had to shuffle awkwardly. Her knickers were still around her ankles, she was in high heels, and his body had been crowding hers into a small corner. She managed it regardless.

The hand that had been in her cunt flipped her skirt up, and without warning, his dick slipped between her moist folds. If she would rather lean on the wall than him, he would be happy to give her a chance to lean on the wall.

And lean on the wall she did.

The first thrust nearly drove her up it, but by the second she had managed to brace herself. Her posture collapsed, shoulders drooping as her head folded between her elbows. "M-master," she whispered out as he thrust into her. The word repeated itself over and over as he fucked her.

It was something Andrew had noticed. Whenever Milly talked to him in private, she referred to him as 'darling' or 'beloved.' When Kallen did the same, it was always 'sir' or 'master.'

Andrew had to admit, he preferred Kallen's terms for him. They spurred him on, urging him to ram into the fit eleven faster; harder. She squeezes down on him hard- harder than Milly ever could. Her old 'career' had left her exceptionally fit and toned, giving him a completely different experience.

Andrew hadn't tested it, but he was fairly certain that no other woman in this school could replicate what Kallen was doing for him. If nothing else, he'd keep the eleven around for that. "Don't worry Kallen," he whispered in her ear too softly for Milly to hear. "If nothing else, you've got the best cunt in the school."

It was either the words or the sensations, but either way, Kallen orgasms. She clamps down around him like a vice and milks him, while simultaneously gushing around him. The feeling of her orgasm triggers his orgasm, and they cum together. Andrew shoots his load deep inside her, urged on by her contracting walls.

The last thing Andrew does before cumming is twist Kallen's head so he could see her face. She's smiling.

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