Put in on

Reluctantly Leanne decided to wear the dress. She kicked off her pumps before beginning to unbutton her jeans. As she tugged them down to her knees she glanced up and saw Gary swiftly spin his chair to face away from her. Leanne shook her head and sighed.

Once she was stripped to her panties she pulled the little black dress over her head and adjusted it into position. There was a white apron attached to the front with matching trim around the hem and across the neckline. It was clearly some kind of sexy maid costume left over from a fancy-dress party. She wasn’t sure if Gary realised this or not when he picked it out. She also saw just how short it was. The bottom of the dress barely reaching mid-thigh and showing too much of her slender legs to be walking around an old people’s home. The dress hung quite loose at the bottom and swished around as she walked. If she wanted to flash her lace panties at anyone it would be so easy to just flick the front up and give them a little teasing glimpse of her underwear.

“Isn’t there anything else?” Leanne asked Gary. “Or at least a pair of socks or tights or something to go with it?”

“Huh?” Gary span round to face Leanne and stared wide-eyed at the hot girl in the short maid outfit. He clearly enjoyed what he saw and it took a few moments before he answered. “Erm, there might be some. Have a look over there. That‘s where I got it from.”

He gestured towards the back of the room and Leanne headed to where he pointed. Finding her way through the assortment of boxes she located an area with piles of various clothes, some for the employees of Rosefield Manor but unfortunately all too big for her. There were other costumes too but either they wouldn’t fit her or were even more inappropriate than what she had on. She was still rummaging around when she saw something that made her freeze.

“Gary!” she yelled. There was no response. “Gary!” Leanne called out again with more urgency in her voice. This time the chubby worker appeared, his face one of disappointment as he saw Leanne still fully dressed.

“What is it?” he asked. “Do you need help with something?”

“Wha… What’s that?” Leanne jabbed a finger towards a closet across the room. Her finger shaking as she pointed.

“The clown costume?” he replied. “Dunno. Must be Dan’s.”

“Dan’s?!” she repeated in disbelief.

“Yeah, I think so. I’m sure I saw him in it last year. Why?” Leanne stood silently, her eyes not moving from the creepy clown costume hanging in the closet. She recognised the mask instantly. That horrifying, sinister painted mask. She couldn’t believe it belonged to the guy she fancied so much. But he’d been with her when she saw the clown, hadn’t he?

She frantically tried to think back, replaying everything that had happened. Her mind was all over the place and it was difficult to create a coherent structure to the afternoon. She had no idea what was real anymore and everything she remembered could have been warped by her imagination. Suddenly she didn’t know who she could trust and began to feel trapped, her desire to leave that place growing once more.

Leanne turned to see Gary smiling at her. His eyes began to drift lower as he openly checked her out. She didn’t feel any safer with him but at least she was sure nothing would happen while he was around. She turned back to the costume hanging menacingly in the corner as though it was mocking her. If Dan really was the clown she had to keep away from him. Then again if she just asked he’d probably tell her the truth. But could she really trust him? Why did everything have to be so complicated?