Thread: Fetched maid ( Kobrakid93 x Sharub )

She couldn't believe she was hired! With joy, she shook hands with Addison, agreeing to be there the morning after. She was so high in happiness that she had neither realized how she walked away, daydreaming about the change in her life. Gosh thought her with a sigh while strolling to return back home A new job!...no more back-breaking shifts! Emily soon arrived at her rented home, with her hands almost trembling in excitement, she jumped on the overstuffed bed and giggled. Immediately, her mind went for her actual job, and decided to call immediately the Diner manager. In few minutes she resigned from that disappointing experience. She almost laughed, such was a relief. After a quick glance at the clicking clock on the wall, she realized that it was still afternoon and, for the first time since months, she had half-day free from any chore. With that, Emily took the chance to watch TV. After few minutes, Emily was dreaming again of her new job ...maid outfit... whispered to herself, immediately picturing herself with a long black dress, with its frilled decorations on the wrists, the cute maid head-piece, wandering here and there in the huge mansion while dusting old trophies and items with her ostrich-feathered duster. She sighed loudly, slowly falling asleep with a smile on her thin lips. The day after, She woke an hour earlier. She couldn't help to be excited, and, despite the unusual hour of the morning, she was already filled with energies after a quick but rich breakfast, Emily strode into the still empty roads of the town, walking in the fresh air of the morning, smelling the misty freshness of the woods and pine-trees of the nearby forest, distracted now and then by a lonely car that sprinted aside. Once arrived at the mansion's gates, she found the path opened, still, remembering the presence of a huge guard dog, she peeked inside, waiting for someone... or something... to appear. Taking the risk, Emily entered the mansion's garden, walking again over the moist gravel path until she was in front of the door. This time not as a girl in search of a job but as employee of the household, Emily knocked the door. Good morning, Sir answered her with a light bow oh how much she loved victorian-era stories about maids, and finally she became one. The moment in which Mr. Addison showed a black mass of clothes, she couldn't but smile in joy, being presented her very own maid outfit! Thank you, sir. said her while taking the clothes in her hands as if they were made of the most delicate silk the world has ever produced, while nodding as her employer explained her first chores for the house, once he finished, she again nodded Yes, sir. with that, she walked away from him, remembering that there was a service room used by the previous maid in which she could change her clothes and exit as the new maid. The door squeaked a little, and a small room appeared clearly used exclusively for storing house-cleaning items and instruments, with a light soapy lemon scent in the air. Emily trhow her purse-bag over the table, covering its surface with the clothes she received, trying to open the dress in front of her eyes. Joy immediately turned into insecurity as she perceived that something was wrong with those clothes. With her open hands, she approximated the measure of the dress and the skirt starting from the line that approximatively indicated her belt-line. She gulped when her measuring hand stopped few inches below her supple bottom. Th-this must be an error thought her ...certaily the previous maid was very very small for her to fit in this. Still, hearing the voice of her... master? ... owner? She didn't knew how to call him, maid her remove her worries and immediately undressed and tried the new uniform. She tried to imagine her whole body from another's viewpoint, but she couldn't erase the heat from her cheecks, shame and a bit of fear ran trough her spine everytime she thought of the short hem of the skirt and she could bet that anyone around could see her supple bottom and her panties. Her heart started to thump in her chest, as she adjusted the headpiece and her glasses before opening the door, always with an hand on her back, trying to lower the skirt. S-sir? I think that the uniform is too short for me...