Yes. But, They'll Need Clothes First

''I don't know about you, but I don't think running clothes will cut it for a night out'' Tamara said, looking over to where their clothes lay folded.

Rebecca reached for the fanny pack and started opening it ''Don't worry about that, consider it an employee benefit of working at The Palates Pleasure. I can get us some clothes...''

She paused, looking at Tamara ''Assuming we will be going out, that is''

Rebecca continued staring at Tamara for a few more seconds. Scrutinizing her facial expression in search of an answer ''So? are we?''

''I guess... But i don't know where we cou...''

Rebecca cut in, before she could finish with her excuse. ''Leave that to me. There's this great place I know. We can find you someone to fuck while we're there too. Other than me obviously''

Tamara was blushing once again ''Well, I mean... I don't think... Thats maybe a bit too far for me''

''Wait. What? Was I your first?'' Rebeca was staring wide eyed at Tamara

''No, no, nothing like that. I just... any guy i've slept with... I don't feel like I can do the whole One Night Stand thing''

''Wait, any guy? So you had never done it with a girl before?''

Tamara glared at Rebecca for a second, seeming displeased by how much Rebecca was enjoying this interaction. ''No, I haven't...''

''So I WAS your first! Didn't even get to know I was popping your cherry, damn'' Rebecca stopped, realizing that Tamara was staring downwards again, her cheeks bright red ''Sorry, didn't mean to... You don't have to do anything you don't want to tonight. Sound good?''

''Okay, i guess''

''C'mon, you've got free access to some pretty amazing magic here. You can go out looking however you like. Supermodel, bombshell, pornstar, femme fatale, big titty goth. The choice is entirely yours... Mistress''

''Okay, if I do, will you stop calling me that?'' Tamara raised her gaze back up to meet Rebeccas.

''If I don't need to remind you you're the one in charge again, then yes. So how about, I arrange some clothes for us and then make us some coffee''

Tamara cocked an eyebrow at her as she finished that sentence

''Just regular, non magical coffee, I promise'' Rebecca reached into the fanny pack and pulled out a phone. ''Sound good?''

''Yeah, sounds good''

***

A short while later, there was a knock at the door

''I'll get it!''

Tamara jumped in front of Rebecca, cutting her off before she made her way to the door. ''One of us is already dressed, and I already might have to explain away a few things to my neighbours''

Rebecca turned around went back towards the kitchen ''I'll make us another cup of coffee before we go out then. Pretty sure it's no one that hasn't already seen me naked though''

As she heard Rebecca turn on the taps in the kitchen, Tamara turned and opened the front door

''Hi, i'm here to drop this off for Rebecca and... Mistress Tamara''

Tamara was dumbfounded by what she was seeing. The girl standing at her door was wearing an extremely revealing french maid outfit. Complementing her jet black hair, pale skin and extremely leggy build. She was holding two dresses in what looked like dry cleaners bags, complete with matching high heels.

So much for not having more to explain to her nighbours.

''Maybe I have the wrong place. Sorry...''

'''No, this is the right place. I'm Tamra, sorry, I just wasn't expecting... Doesn't matter. Do you need me to sign something?''

''Ah, Rebecca should have said you were a new customer. No need to sign anything. Sorry, I would have worn something a bit more, umm, normal I suppose'' The girl in the french maid outfit looked down, tugging at the edge of her own skirt with one hand

''Anyway, these are for you two. Just make sure Rebecca wears the black one and it's matching shoes'' The french maid held out the pair of dresses to Tamara

''Uhh, thanks. Sorry, I didn't get your name'' Tamara said as she took the dresses from the girls hands

''Not important, i'm sure Rebecca will be able to tell you as soon as she tries on that dress. Okay, bye'' With that, the girl quickly turned and began strutting away from the door.

Tamara closed the door and returned to the kitchen, putting the dresses down on the table.

''This one's for you'' She pushed the black dress toward the side, closer to Rebecca