Megan woke up the following Monday morning surprisingly refreshed. Heath had come back from his business trip late Sunday night and had already left for work. She rolled her eyes and almost willed herself back to sleep. She didn't want to have to tell Heath about what she'd done on Friday night.

She remembered the dare to be hypnotized. She remembered waking up in the middle of everyone, suddenly feeling very helpless. And then the things she did! Oh god. It had been exhilarating, humiliating, and something she'd dare not tell Heath. She looked at the clock. 7 am! Oh crap! She slid her headphones off of her head and set them on the nightstand, realizing she had to get her maid's outfit on and go over to Kelly's house. I'm already running late. She couldn't remember ever working as a maid before, but she knew she had to - she could practically feel her body going through the motions by itself.

She whipped her legs out of bed, raced into the closet and pulled out the skimpy uniform. Is this thing for real? It's so short! It's more like a piece of lingerie than a uniform. She ran her fingers along the frilly hem and her eyes widened at the plunging neckline. She threw the outfit on the bed, dropped her g-string to the floor, and jumped into the shower.

After finishing, she took a great deal of time on her makeup, using a blue eye-shadow for the first time since high school. She applied a decent amount of mascara and pulled her hair back, and piled it skillfully on her head. She put on her red-red lipstick, tied the maid's hat around her hair and found the fishnet stockings. Haven't warn these since we went to that comedy club! Oh what a night. Wish I hadn't blacked out from all the alcohol! She looked for the right bra and g-string combo to wear. Ahh, here it is. My slut underwear! She giggled to herself as she pulled out the almost glowing red push-up bra that made her breasts jut out obscenely. The cups didn't even cover her nipples, they were so shallow. The g-string was a joke - barely a few threads over her hips, a small triangle at the join of her legs, and a dainty little bow on the back of the T. I always get some when Heath sees these on me.

She pulled up her stockings, attached the garter belt, and then slid the outfit over her head. Where are those damn shoes...Finally finding the five-inch heels she'd been looking for buried in the back of the closet, she slid them on her feet.

She looked in the mirror, seeing a nearly six-foot tall French-maid, wannabe hooker staring back at her. But damn she looked sexy!

"Oui oui! You look vera nice, mon cheri!" She giggled at her fake accent, noticing how even a slight giggle set her breasts to bouncing. She shook her head at herself. How did I get into this! I hope the pay is good. And then she realized she'd never talked to Kelly about any pay. She couldn't remember talking to her about this at all. She shrugged.

On her way out the front door, she noticed a shopping list. Oh krikey. I totally forgot I have to pick up Kelly's grocery shopping too. I can't go to the store like this! Megan looked down at herself. She prayed no one would recognize her. She could hardly claim going to a costume party this early in the day on a Monday morning.

She snatched the list off of the kitchen table and scooted out to the car.

She pulled into a spot at the Shopper's Food Warehouse. She really didn't want to get out of the car, but there was nothing she could do. She had to get this shopping done. She opened the door and let one leg out of the car. She could feel someone watching her already. As she stood up, an Asian man was walking by and stared blatantly at her. She closed the door to the car and in her nervousness dropped her keys on the ground. The man started to come over to help her pick them up.

Oh, no. You're not getting that close to me, buddy. She tried to lean over to pick them up, but her legs wouldn't bend. She tried again. What the hell is the matter with me? Finally, before the man could quite reach her, she bent over at her waist and could just barely reach the keys, with her five-inch heels on. Her eyes widened when she realized the man couldn't have been more than two feet away, and she could feel a cool breeze on her ass.

Ohmigod! Her skirt was so short; it left her ass completely uncovered when she bent over. She heard the man inhale deeply behind her, then let out a long breath. She grabbed her keys and jerked up straight like she'd stuck a wet finger in an electric socket. She realized she'd just bared her ass for a good five seconds to a total stranger. He doubtless saw her pussy barely covered by a almost non-existant thong. She felt herself start to get wet.

The Asian man almost bumped into her. "Missy? Are you okaaay?" He stressed the last syllable, as he stared at Megan's chest when she whipped around to face him. Her breasts were only about six inches from the tip of his nose, since her heels gave her more height than she usually had. He made no effort to look at her face.

"Oui, oui. Je suis bien." Megan had no idea what she'd just said. She couldn't even speak French! "I meaaan, kind sir, zank you very much, I eem fine." Megan's eyebrows knit at her words. She could hear the French accent, but she wasn't trying to use one. What the hell is the matter with me?

She turned from the man, and tried to hasten away, but she could only take short steps, as if she were wearing a leg-cinching mini-skirt. She could feel the Asian man's eyes bore into her back and backside. She reached behind her to pull the hem of her skirt down, but could tell it would only go about one inch below her ass. She realized her garters were easily visible, adding to her slutty affect.

"Je ressemble à une prostituée foutue." Megan rolled her eyes. Whatever that means.

Megan finally made it into the grocery store, and pulled out a cart. She started in the vegetable department, reading off of Kelly's list. She grabbed several ripened tomatoes, two heads of lettuce and some carrots. She also picked up some fresh fruit - strawberries, grapes and oranges. As she stretched over the fruit display to grab the nicest Florida oranges at the top, she felt a rough hand on her ass.

What the- Normally, she'd have whirled around and slapped whoever it was, but she was so stunned by the move and hadn't heard anyone approach, so intently she'd been shopping.

Megan stood there frozen for several seconds. She could tell her molester was a man from the grip he held on her ass. Apparently encouraged by her lack of rebuking him, he started to move his hand all over her ass, shining it like a car. Wax on, Wax off. Then abruptly her g-string dropped down, he ran a finger up her slit and pressed his thumb against the pucker of her ass.

Megan yelped and several other shoppers turned her way, and then looked away in shock. Finally, Megan was able to gain control and turned around. The strings on her g-string untied and the man was left with it in his hand.

The man was older, probably in his fifties and starting to bald. Megan sneered at him in disgust.

"Monsieur!" And she tried to snatch the g-string out of his hands and put it in her handbag, but he quickly yanked his hand back he cocked his head.

"I don't think so! You dress like a real slut, you know."

"Je vous aurai rapporté à la police!..I..I mean, I will have you reported-ah, to the po-leeese." She could hardly believe she was speaking French and couldn't shake the stupid accent.

"You've got to be kidding me. You're a little French whore, and you have the nerve to walk around our stores like this? My daddy DIED in France before I was born, you bitch. And then you're going to spew your filthy tongue around me? I should spank yer bottom right here and now, I say."

"Aucun non, vous ne comprenez pas. Je ne suis pas français." I'm NOT French, what's so hard for him to figure out? "Monsieur. I do aye-polo-geez. Pleeeez." Megan couldn't believe she was now having to apologize to this groper when he was the one who'd fondled her like she was some possession.

"S'il y a quelque chose je puis faire pour le compenser. I mean, monsieur, eef dare eez anyting, I can do to make up for eet." She raised an eyebrow. She just didn't want this old clod to make another scene. She had to get to Kelly's and she was way too close to home for comfort. Heath could see her dressed like this or worse yet, someone she knew.

"I've had enough of that French horse-shit outta you. Wait a minute... don't you live down the street? Over off of Willow?"

Megan felt her face pale. "No, no, monsieur. You must have meee con-fused with some other pare-son." If this S.O.B. knows where I live...

"Megan! Is that you?" Megan heard a voice calling from the store entrance and she saw Cindy quickly approaching with her 8-year old son. Cindy was a neighbor and close friend from two doors down. Exactly the kind of person Megan did NOT want to see. As Cindy approached, Megan could feel her eyes roam over her from head to toe and the expression her face changed from honest joy at seeing her to obvious skepticism.

"Allo, Seendy. Eet's so nice to seee you." Megan was both relieved and horrified. Maybe there was a chance she could get away from this nasty old man. Who is still holding my panties. Omigod.

"What's going on? What's with that accent?" Cindy looked at the man, at him blatantly holding the g-string and then back at Megan. Confusion crossed her face.

"I.. I.. my panties fell off of meee and this kind monsieur picked dem up for meee." Megan felt heat in her cheeks and held her hand out to the man so he'd be encouraged to hand her g-string back.

He just stared back and finally smiled evilly. He shook his head. He kept the g-string.

Cindy ignored him for the moment. "But what's with the get-up and the accent?"

Megan's spine spasmed from the fruit display blowing cold air on her ass and pussy- she felt her breasts get a hearty jiggle when she shivered. "Je dois aller travail." It was the only thing she could say, and she wasn't even sure what it meant.

Cindy thought for a moment. "You have to go to work? Dressed like that? What are you some kind of a hoo.. Meg, are you on drugs? Does Heath know about this?"

Megan wasn't sure if she was more shocked that Cindy knew French or that her Christian neighbor thought she was a crack-whore.

"Oui, Oui, Heath knows about my new job. See-ndy. I have to go, I'm eenn a rush." Megan turned and pushed the cart away before she could say or do anything else that would get her in to trouble.

"Mommy? Why is Miss Megan dressed like that? I could see up her...." Cindy's son's voice faded into the distance as she walked away. Oh. My. God.

She headed towards the drink aisle, rolling her eyes and kissing her g-string good bye. She knew she'd have to come up with some kind of excuse for Heath when Cindy told him how she'd seen her dressed.

Several minutes later, Megan was again bending over at the waist. She knew her ass was bare and that anyone walking down the aisle could see her pussy, but she'd stopped caring. She HAD to get to Kelly's and her knees would just not work. Kelly is going to pay for that little subliminal suggestion. As she moved the fruit juices around, looking for the mango-cherry, she felt a presence approach, but continued to ignore it. She only hoped it wasn't the store manager.

"I think you're going to be wanting these, French whore."

Megan saw her g-string fall in front of her face, suspended by the calloused hand that had fondled her ass. She felt the man's other hand grab her hips and push her ass against his crotch. She could feel his prick through his corduroy pants. Megan felt both repulsed and horny. And her horniness repulsed her as well.

Megan tried to snatch the g-string, but he yanked it upwards and pushed hard against her ass, and she stumbled forward.

"Uh uh uh. No, my dear, Megan. I know who you are now." He leaned over, right in her ear and grabbed her hair, so she couldn't move. "And if you want these back, yer going to have to do what you said, 'eef dare eez anyting, I can do to make up for eet.' I think I have something in mind. Come on." He roughly grabbed her arm and she let herself get led away.

He pulled her through the store, back to the produce department. He grabbed a carrot and headed to the produce department's backstock area.

"On yer knees, bitch." Megan shook her head. She didn't trust herself to speak, knowing how much this man hated French.

"Look, you'll do as I say, or I'm gonna tell yer little hubby that you were fucking my son. And I have the panties to prove it. Cute bow, by the way." He sneered at her as he fingered the bow on the g-string.

Megan realized he had a plausible story. Heath was gone on a business trip and it would be the typical story - wife has an affair while husband is away on business. She felt a chill go down her spine. She felt a tear leak out her eye as she slid to her knees.

"You look real good down there, bitch." He undid his fly and pulled out his cock. I am going to kill Kelly for this. "Now, lick it up and blow me. Here." He gave her the carrot. "Put that in yer pussy. It's going to have to be wet for where it's going."

Megan opened her mouth and closed her eyes, wincing as she took his wrinkled prick in her mouth. She felt it harden in her mouth and she could taste the saltiness of sweat. She ran her tongue along the shaft and head and then rubbed her lips along it as well.

"Best get that in yer pussy, ya French...whore." He started breathing deeply. "You got a nice mouth." He patted her on the head like a good dog.

She winced and slowly slid the carrot inside her. Oh shit. This is not a good day. She started breathing hard in spite of herself and she started rubbing her fingers across her clit as she felt the old man's prick slide in and out of her mouth.

"You ARE a French whore. Yer really getting' into this, ain't ya Meg?" He cackled and a few moments later the door opened. "Uh oh." He said.

A young man followed a thirty-something manager into the backstock area. "What the hell is going on here?"

Megan stopped moving the carrot mid-stroke, but it was too late. She could feel the orgasm start to overtake her. She started moaning.

"Unggh.. unghh." And as the orgasm came, she looked over at the two men who'd just entered, and her eyes rolled like a scared calf. But obviously, the moaning had an effect on the old man as he started bucking his hips, ramming his cock into her mouth.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah!" He started wailing and Megan knew that the whole produce department must be able to hear him.

"Miss! Miss! You must stop that this instant!" The older produce guy said. Megan was too far caught up in orgasming to care. She could only imagine what she looked like. Her French maid outfit making her look slutty, tits bouncing around, one nipple poking out the top. Her legs spread out as she sat on her haunches, knees about 6 inches off the ground, stroking a carrot in and out of her pussy while an old man was ramming his wrinkly old dick down her throat and she obviously looked like she enjoyed it.

Finally the man started cumming in her mouth. She was almost relieved as her own orgasm was finishing up and she started to realize her surroundings. She could just begin to taste the semen on her tongue and it was ironically fruity tasting, when the older produce man pushed the old groper away from Megan's face.

"I said to stop that! This is a groc-" The man stopped mid sentence as he saw the cum shooting from the old groper's prick shooting into Megan's face.

Megan heard the younger produce guy say, "Ewww..." She shut her eyes as it hit her on the nose, cheeks and neck. Several drops landed in her cleavage as well. She jerked backward and she lost the carrot momentarily inside of herself.

The produce guy cleared his throat. "I'm going to have to ask you both to leave." The man hardly finished his sentence when Megan leaped up, grabbed the g-string still clenched loosely in the old man's hand and raced out of the backstock area. She nearly ran over a shopper grabbing a cart and the carrot chose that opportunity to shoot out of her pussy with a slight popping sound. She just shook her head nearly hysterically and kept running for her car. She fumbled with the keys, this time without dropping them, jumped in the SUV and sped to Kelly's house.

"You're late." Kelly said. She had that air of finality that an employer gives to an employee when they're on their last leg. One more mistake and the employee is fired. Kelly opened the door the rest of the way and Megan walked inside, stepping carefully so as to not trip in her heels.

"I'm sorry, Kel. You wouldn't beleeeve the trouble I had at the groc-a-ry store! This nasty old man gra-" She wasn't even about to tell her how she had to clean off her face.

"That's no excuse!" Kelly interrupted Megan mid-word. "And don't refer to me as Kel or Kelly. I am Mrs. or even Ms. Reagan, to you. Or if you must, Miss Kelly." Before Megan could even gasp in surprise, Kelly continued, eyes roving over her uniform. "I see you DO think of yourself as a slut, don't you? Well, don't just stand there gawking at me, answer me girl?"

Megan felt like crawling under the table. She realized that she was the worker and not just a friend of this woman. "I.. eem sorry, Miss Kelly. And...I, uh, no, I don't think of myself as a slut, at least, not for anyone but my husband, but I-" Megan still could not shake the ridiculous French accent, but at least she'd stopped speaking French.

"I see. And what is this?" She pointed at Megan's excessively plunging neckline where her breasts bulged out of her top like a bar wench's in medieval Europe. "Or this?" She flicked up Megan's skirt, revealing her wisp of a g-string. "It's a damn good thing you shave, girl. That thing," and she poked the top of the g-string where it came a mere inch above her pussy, "is scandalous." She let the skirt fall the few inches back into place.

"And where are the groceries! I distinctly told you to not even bother showing up if you didn't have the groceries! Well, answer me girl!"

Megan had no idea what had come over Kelly. But she did understand that she was the maid and Kelly was the mistress of the house. "I was trying to tell you, Miss Kelly. I was doing the shopping and some nasty old man came up behind me and started," Megan flustered around for a word, "grabbing my ass. Beefore I could doo anytheeng, he'd yanked my panties off and I-"

Kelly interrupted her again. "Enough of this. I'm supposed to believe this nonsense? You're late and I can not believe you didn't do as I told you. Well, my friends will be over tonight and you're going to have to get this house spic and span, pronto."

Kelly moved into the kitchen, expecting Megan to follow her and she did. "You're going to have to do these dishes. Then, I'll need you to finish off making these hors' devours." Kelly pointed out the large pile of dirty dishes, including some of the glasses used from two days earlier at the party where Megan's fate was sealed. She also pointed out where she'd started cutting up some deviled eggs.

She strode out into the hallway and pulled out the vacuum cleaner. "I'll need you to dust and vacuum, but you can do that last." Kelly looked at her watch. "They're going to be here at 7 tonight. You have a few hours to get started. I'm going out shopping, then I'll be coming home to take a nap. Wake me up at six and then help me get ready." She pulled her keys off the key-rack. "Toodles!"

Megan gritted her teeth. "Oui oui, Meess Kelly." Just because she was a maid, didn't mean she had to dress the woman.

As she walked away, Kelly said, "Even though you look like a total slut, you do look rather sexy in that maid's uniform." Kelly winked. Megan could only imagine what that was supposed to mean.

Megan set to work as fast as she could. She found cleaning in the heels extremely awkward, but after failing several times to take them off, she gave up. She spent hours washing the dishes, setting the table, cutting-up deviled eggs, dusting the house and even cleaning the toilets. Finally, she finished the vacuuming and hadn't even heard Kelly return. She looked at the clock and realized it was three minutes to six.

She took a breather and then finally walked carefully and quietly up the stairs. She tapped lightly on the only closed door on the upstairs level. She got no answer. She tried again. Still no answer. Finally, she opened the door a crack.

Kelly lay face down on the bed, her arms over her head, her back arched slightly, completely naked. Naturally, it made her J-Lo type ass poke out a little bit more. Megan slipped into the room and moved over next to Kelly. She ran her hand lightly over Kelly's ass, enjoying the softness of her skin and had to resist the temptation to give her ass a squeeze. Kelly moaned slightly in her sleep. My goodness, but she does have a nice ass. She realized she'd have to stop dawdling or she'd get in trouble for being late. She wasn't even sure what Kelly had in store for her for forgetting the groceries.

"Kelly. Il est temps de se réveiller..." Megan repeated herself several times until finally Kelly yawned and opened her eyes. Dammit. I'm speaking French again.

"Mmm.. that was refreshing. I'm going to enjoy having you as my maid, Meg. Go start my bath water. And what does that mean, what you just spoke?"

"Oui oui, madam. I theenk it meant it was time for youu to wake up." Megan stood back from the bed as Kelly stood up, and then she moved around her to the masterbath area. She sprinkled some bubbles and salts into the tub and then started the water. Kelly moved in behind Megan and rubbed her backside across Megan's legs as she stepped into the tub.

"Be a dear now, and message my back?"

"Oui, madam." Megan turned Kelly slightly so she could reach her shoulders and then started applying gentle pressure through the palms of her hands on to her neck and shoulders and underneath the blades.

"Mmmm. That's very nice, dear. Keep it up." Kelly dropped her head slightly, enjoying the relaxing technique Megan employed.

After several minutes, Kelly said, "I could have you do that all day, but I need to get ready for the tea party. Go ahead and wash my hair and bathe me. I'm going to need a shave," Kelly glanced down between her legs, "Down there as well."

Megan nodded at her mistress and turned Kelly around so that her head faced the nozzle and gently pushed her head back. She skillfully sprayed water over Kelly's hair, and then grazed her fingernails across Kelly's scalp as she applied the shampoo.

"Mmmm. I love it when you do that to my scalp." Kelly murmured.

"I do as well, madam." Megan said distractedly as she foamed through the lather, making sure none would fall in her mistress's eyes. She picked up the soap, worked a lather into a wash cloth and then started rubbing the cloth across her back and shoulders. What is the matter with me? I'm actually enjoying being her total bodyservant and maid? I know she programmed me, but I am SO going to get her back for this. Damn, her skin is soft. Oh, I missed a spot.

Megan reached further and further down Kelly's back and then moved around to her taut stomach and her chest. She lathered her arms and Kelly seemed to almost fall back to sleep, closing her eyes and enjoying the pleasure of Megan's deft touch on her skin. After having the shampoo set for a while in her hair, Megan gently pushed Kelly's head back again to rinse out the water. Kelly's eyes were closed and Megan had a vision of having crushed Kelly's mouth against her own and both enjoying it immensely. But for the life of her, Megan couldn't remember any such thing.

Megan felt her juices start to flow from all the touching of her mistress. "Madam?"

"Hmmm?" Kelly was letting the warm water flow through her hair, eyes closed, washing the shampoo into the tub.

"I.. .. would like to baiser...err.. kiss you... " Megan almost whispered the last few words, as she lowered her mouth onto Kelly's. I can't believe I want to kiss this evil, vile...wonderfully tasting, soft lipped...oh my. Meg felt her tongue dart about Kelly's mouth of it's own volition. She pulled Kelly's face upward, holding it there, Kelly nearly defenseless, laying back in the tub to do much more except respond to Megan's tongue.

They held that position for several moments, until Kelly splashed her hands down into the tub, trying to hold herself up and push herself against Megan's mouth at the same time. "Mmpph." She said.

Megan ran her hand down Kelly's neck, traced a circle around her nipples, drew a line with her finger down her stomach and finally down to the area between her legs and she slid a finger into Kelly's pussy. Then a second one. Kelly had an extremely tight pussy and Kelly grunted at Megan's second finger's entrance.

Kelly pushed Megan away from her. "I.. no.. no. I'm not into that, Megan."

Megan drew back. "Je fais des excuses." Megan bit her lip, and she felt a look of remorse cross her face.

"It's okay. Look forget about it. But I do need that shave."

Megan was beginning to think that Kelly was simply denying the fact that she had some lesbian feelings at times. She was teasing her with a pussy shave, but then turning around and ignoring that passionate kiss she responded to. Megan pulled out the razor.

"Eet would be eeasier if you were not in the tub, madam." Megan pulled down a towel and wrapped it around Kelly's shoulders.

"Hmmm. Good idea. I'll sit on the edge of the tub, you sit on the floor. That way you can get nice and close." Kelly smiled evilly.

Megan sat down, cross-legged on the floor, nearly jumping when her warm ass touched the cold tile. Her skirt did nothing to protect her ass from the floor. She took the razor from the edge of the tub, and leaned forward, putting her elbows on Kelly's knees. She was able to get within a foot or so from Kelly's delightfully clean snatch.

"Trim it short, and make it.. oh, into the shape of a heart." Kelly hadn't shaved in a while, though she was by no means a mess down there. I can't believe I'm doing this. So much has happened in the past week that I can't believe. Talk about out of the box...

Megan started shaving, carefully, along the edges. Within twenty seconds, she could see juices flowing from Kelly's pussy. Megan looked up quizzically.

"What?" Kelly asked. She snorted. "Just keep working."

Megan continued to trim and cut the length of the hairs short. She unconsciously smiled as she enjoyed just how Kelly's hair formed a heart.

"Stop breathing so close to my pussy. It's.. making me.. well, just stop it, girl." Kelly had lost the intimacy she'd shared with Megan in the tub, but Megan knew Kelly couldn't deny how horny she was becoming.

Finally, Megan finished. "Get my clothes, girl. I laid them out already."

Megan stood up slowly. "Oui oui." She made sure that Kelly got a good long look at her cleavage. Megan noted that Kelly took full advantage of the opportunity Megan gave her.

Megan swayed her hips as she walked to the closet, getting the white dress slacks and teal shirt that had been hung on the doorknob. She returned to Kelly and held her slacks out for her.

"What, no panties? Tsk tsk. I don't often wear 'em, but I think I need to today." Kelly blushed slightly when Megan returned a knowing smile. Hey, if she's going to taunt me, I'm going to taunt back.

Megan moved to the dresser. "Third drawer down." Kelly said. Megan opened the drawer and fished through scads of thongs and a few bikini style. Finally pulling out a simple black thong that would easily show through Kelly's slacks, she held them out for Kelly to put on, again, leaning over to distract Kelly from the obvious fashion blunder - dark colors under whites.

Apparently her ruse worked. Kelly went to put on the thong, but then gave it back to Megan. "No. You dress me."

Megan nodded submissively. She held the thong, and Kelly turned around, putting her ass right into Megan's hands. How much does she plan on teasing me? You know.. now that I think about it, I wasn't this attracted to her before. This wench MADE me want to get all over her. And now she's being all coy. I see. More revenge. To this luscious, soft, green eyed...oy, she's got a great ass.

Megan slid her hand along Kelly's ass as she pulled the thong up her legs and over her hips. She reached for the pants and Kelly stepped into those as well. Kelly grabbed the bra on the dresser, handed it to Megan who put it on her. After buttoning up the shirt and tucking it in, Kelly said, "Meg dear, get my black flats."

Megan moved to the closet and then bent over at the waist to pick the pumps off the floor. She looked back and saw Kelly staring at her with a possessive and dominating grin on her face. Kelly openly laughed at her.

That .. ooooh! I'm so mad at her, Megan thought.

"Okay, now, down on the floor and put them on me." Megan got on her knees and Kelly put her foot on her leg. Megan raised the foot and placed the shoe on.

"Don't forget the kiss!" Kelly said. She gave a deep-throated chuckle.

Megan wanted to growl, but she just couldn't bring herself to resist. She slowly, tenderly, kissed Kelly's shoe.

She repeated the effort with the second shoe. And like clockwork, they heard a ring at the door.

"Go get that, Megan. Be sure to be polite. They're guests after all."

Megan internally cringed. You've got to be kidding me. She kept talking about a tea-party but I tried to deny it. There are really going to be people here gawking at me. At least a maid attracts little attention. Megan walked carefully down the stairs in her five-inch heels. The doorbell rang again before she was finally able to arrive there and open it.

"Bienvenue! I meeen, wel-come! Come eeen, come eeen." Megan saw several women she'd never seen before standing outside the door. Their smiles changed to open looks of astonishment at the way Megan was dressed. They seemed to focus on the garter belts that obviously hung several inches below the hem of her dress.

"Um. Is this the Reagan residence?" A brunette with green eyes, wearing a conservative dress asked.

"Oui oui, eet ees. I am Megan. Pleeze come een." Megan backed away from the door and curtseyed, once again feeling her breasts jiggle as she stood up. After all the cleaning and washing of Kelly she'd done, her breasts nearly burst out of her top. She winced as the nipple ring on her left nipple caught on the push up bra, giving it a good tug.

"Okay, well, ... I guess so." The other three women with the brunette stared at Megan as they walked by. They were all dressed conservatively and Megan felt both under-dressed and ashamed. She kept her eyes glued to the floor like a good little maid.

Megan shut the door behind them and they seemed to know their way to the living room, though before they walked all the way in, Kelly glided down the stairs. "Oh, I see you met my new maid! Isn't she a doll?" Kelly grinned and they returned her smile half-heartedly.

"Where's that party person you were talking about, Liz?" The brunette, Liz, sat down on the couch.

"Cindy's picking her up." Megan winced. Oh no. No no. No. No no no no. It's not the same Cindy. No way, it couldn't be. She would never...

"Megan dear, I think you know Cindy? She lives a few doors down from you?"

Megan swallowed. Then she cleared her throat, loudly. "Uhh, oui, oui, Madam." Megan felt sick. There was no way she'd be able to live this down.

"Well, run along dear, and get the drinks and hors' devours." Megan scooted out of the room.

If she worked quietly, she could just overhear the conversation in the next room.

"Kelly! What are you doing? A French maid? I bet Dirk would be all over her in a second."

"No kidding, she's dressed like a slut, what are you thinking? What kind of party is this tonight?" Megan couldn't distinguish the voices, but they all seemed to be speaking in a rush.

"-does she actually do work or is she a trophy of Dirk's? She lose a bet or something? No one dresses like that!"

"Ladies! Calm down." Kelly interrupted them, in her usual way. "Yes, in fact. She did lose a bet, in a manner of speaking. Besides, she's going to be helping us tonight. She ... didn't do a very good job this morning and has a punishment due to her."

Megan had a sinking feeling in her stomach. Omigod, I'd hoped she'd forgotten the groceries. I can only imagine what this punishment is going to be.

Another knock interrupted their conversation. "Megan?" Kelly called from the next room. "Would you be a dear and get that?"

Megan headed for the door. If she says 'be a dear' one more time, I'm gonna - Megan's thoughts were interrupted when she opened the door and her stomach fell on the ground and wobbled around like a fish.

"Megan! What are you doing here.. and you're still dressed like a who-" Cindy tried to stop herself, but couldn't. "re." She ended lamely.

Megan felt her face flush like it never had before. She knew her bulging breasts, ready to burst out of their bra, were as red as her face.

"Meess Seendy! What a pleasant surprise!" Megan tried to covered her embarrassment. Cindy wore a simple brown skirt and light blue top. She was a cute woman, though a bit frumpy at times. She stood in front of another cute girl who wore a mid-thigh length red skirt and a white t-shirt with some kind of party symbol that Megan couldn't quite distinguish from where she was standing.

"Come eeen, pleeze!" Megan curtseyed again. "Miss Kelly will be with you een a moment." Cindy looked at Megan in confusion, but went with the flow that seemed to pull her into the living room. Megan escaped to the kitchen once again. Megan noticed that the woman behind Cindy carried a large box meant to hold display samples like a Mary Kay saleswoman might.

Oh great, they'll probably be trying on make-up all night and want my opinion on it. More likely they'll want me to fetch drinks till my feet are raw. Megan sighed.

"Okay, you all get comfortable, I'll be right back." Megan head Kelly say from the next room. Kelly rushed in.

"What are you doing? Not hot-tea, Megan." Kelly started putting away the tea bags that Megan had pulled from the cupboard. She could hear the mixture of patience and condescension in Kelly's tone. "Long Island Ice Tea. What kind of a boring wench do you take me for? A regular tea party? I think not."

Kelly started pulling bottles and tall glasses out. "Here, hurry up with it. I have to get the party started."

Kelly rushed into the other room. Megan felt a broad smile spread across her mouth as she saw the obvious thong through Kelly's pants.

She could hear small talk from the next room as "Annie" the girl who'd accompanied Cindy started setting up her Mary Kay display. Megan continued making the drinks and setting them up on the tray.

"Ohmigod, that thing is crazy!" "And they expect you to wear this?" "Look at that thing!" "Does that come in different colors?"

Finally, just as Megan was approaching the room, she heard Annie start speaking.

"Ladies, if you'll take your seats again. I don't think this will be like any presentation you've ever seen before. We sell products you just don't get anywhere. In fact, I've found my customers come back again and again because they get sincere enjoyment from the products we provide."

Megan walked into the room and started handing out the drinks, while Annie continued. Annie's back and the back of the display faced Megan as she walked into the room, but she'd scene Mary Kay parties before. Talk about boring. No wonder they're drinking tonight.

"However, I've found that when these products are sampled, or better yet, scene in action, people just can't resist buying them and using them. Do we have a volunteer tonight?"

Several of the women giggled nervously, but before any serious consideration was done, Kelly interjected. "Oh, no worries ladies, I know you all are probably hesitant, and you're not really dressed for it anyway. However, Megan is. " Megan had just set down the last glass next to a strawberry blond-haired girl who sat next to Kelly. She felt all eyes on her, and she turned around, smiling. Yeah, right. So they get to play make-up with me, big deal. Maybe I'll provide them a little excitement.

Megan finally turned towards Annie and what she saw surprised her.

"Yes, ladies, this is not a regular tea party." Kelly said. "And it's not your normal everyday Tupperware party either. It's a long island tea, sex-toy party!"

At first Megan hadn't quite connected the dots and something else had struck her as a bit off.Does Cindy know she's at a sex-toy party? How odd is that?

"So Megan, if you could step to the middle of the room, here... " Annie said.

Megan finally caught a close-up of some of the items on the table. The 10-inch black dildo was hard to miss. Her eyes grew very, very wide. She suddenly felt extremely vulberable, powerless and small. She was at the mercy of these women in this room. Cindy was going to be watching every last thing.

Oh krikey. They want me to put that thing WHERE exactly??