Leah's nose twitched as she glared into Rachael's eyes. Confusion had subsided. Leah didn't care about how she ended up with her crotch against Rachael's leg -- she only knew that it was somehow Rachael's fault. "Wh-what did you do to me!? Did you drug me!?"

Rachael quickly shook her head. "N-no, I didn't do anything to you!"

"Then why did I feel so messed up last night!?" Leah was red in the face as she tried to push Rachael off the bed. Luckily for Rachael, she wasn't quite strong enough to do that. "Dammit, what did you do to me last night!?"

"It-it wasn't me I said!" Rachael grabbed Leah's arms so she couldn't keep pushing. "It..." Her face turned red. "It had to be the tattoo! I felt weird since you got yours, and so when you saw mine it had to do something." Leah looked a bit surprised as Rachael's blush just deepened. "I swear! Stephanie just told me I was crazy... but I know I'm not! Whenever I see your tattoo, I feel... different."

Leah's eyes narrowed, and her gaze became very cold. "So, even though you thought my tattoo was somehow affecting you, you got one yourself?" How stupid could Rachael be?

"I..." Rachael let go of Leah, looking defeated. "Doesn't it sound insane, though? And she offered it for free... I just couldn't turn her down." She looked nervously in Leah's eyes, but only an icy cold stare was returned.

Rachael moved, and her shirt caught on the bandage covering her tattoo. The bandage ripped off and Leah saw the top of the tattoo, but jammed her eyes shut quickly. "You liar!" she screamed. Leah pushed Rachael as hard as she could, this time successfully knocking her off the bed. Without wasting another second, she stood up and stormed to her own room, slamming the door behind her.

She growled in frustration as she prepared for work. The worst thing was that she needed Rachael to take her to the mechanic's. Leah needed her car if she wanted to go to work, after all.

Leah looked to the phone, contemplating whether she should just call into work to stave off any interaction she would have to have with Rachael. Then an idea struck her. Leah smiled to herself after calling her working and saying she wouldn't be in. She left her room and found Rachael in the kitchen, already prepared for work. "We need to get going."

"Uh... yeah... right." Rachael was almost timid as they left together. The drive was silent, with every attempt to bring up conversation being struck down by Leah's silence. It was almost intolerable, but it eventually ended as she parked next to Leah's newly tuned-up car. "So... I'll see you tonight, right?" Rachael smiled and hoped that Leah's answer wouldn't just be more silence.

Surprisingly to Rachael, Leah smiled back. "Of course."

And Leah would come home, right after she paid a visit to a tattoo parlor.

Stephanie sighed as she looked around the empty lobby. Business was always slow during the week days. The money didn't concern her; it was the crippling boredom. All she was able to do was sketch all day while she waited for someone to come in or the phone to ring. "Maybe I should get a hobby." she thought, "I have always been interested in robots... Wouldn't it be neat if I--"

Her line of thought was interrupted as someone walked into the parlor. She prayed it was a costumer, but when she looked up she got an even better surprise. "Uh... Leah, right?" Leah glared at Stephanie, but Stephanie didn't flinch. "That tattoo of yours doing fine?"

She could almost hear Leah's teeth grinding. "I'm not here about my tattoo. I'm here about Rachael's." Stephanie raised an eyebrow as Leah kept talking. "You gave her a tattoo that would make me waste my entire day!"

"...do you know how silly you sound?" Stephanie interrupted. Something told her that Leah wouldn't be as easily convinced as Rachael was yesterday.

"Then what was it? Mysterious radiation? A mood swing?" Leah was practically snarling by this point. "No! The only thing that's changed was Rachael got a tattoo, and I only started wasting time when I saw it. Why don't you just admit that it's the tattoos, so I can give Rachael the punishment she deserves for coming to you!?"

Stephanie laughed. This girl had gone off the deep end. She wasn't thinking clearly, and that was exactly where Stephanie wanted her to be. "Fine, fine, fine. You win. It's the tattoos. Rachael came in yesterday to get a tattoo that would make you relax and be a bit more passive."

"Then I want you to give me one that will make her do something really humiliating!"

"Eh..." Stephanie was a bit taken aback. This wasn't how she had originally envisioned this meeting happening, but she couldn't complain. "Alright, I think I have a good one then. It'll be free of course, consider it... an apology."

"Damn straight." Leah was far too blinded by rage to notice she was walking right into Stephanie's hands. "It had better look absolutely perfect too!"

"Oh, it will." Stephanie laughed as she led Leah to the back room. She motioned for Leah to sit on the chair as she rummaged through drawers looking for her binder. "So something really humiliating..."

"Yes." It wasn't a question, but Leah responded.

"Alright..." Stephanie found her binder and flipped through the pages. She knew what she was looking for, but she just needed a reminder. After several seconds she found it and pointed it out to Leah. "How about this?"

"A... Fleur-de-lis? It looks... strange, almost as if it's a feather duster..." Leah paused for a second. There were only two words under the picture: cleansing wind. "What's this going to do?"

Stephanie chuckled as she prepared the tattoo gun. "Oh, let's leave it for a surprise. This one should go on your back, between your shoulder blades. So take off your shirt." She smiled as she heard Leah shifting. When she turned back to Leah, she noticed a rather conservative bra. "Eh... you'll have to remove that, too. What color?"

Leah's anger subsided as she blushed. "R-really?"

"Yep. Can't give you a tattoo if a strap is in the way and all that. Probably won't want to wear that kind of bra for a few days either."

"Turn around, and I want the tattoo to be black." Leah blushed more as Stephanie turned around and tapped her foot impatiently. "Okay..." Stephanie looked back at Leah, who was hiding her breasts with her shirt.

"Cute," Stephanie thought as she motioned for Leah to sit down. The tattoo took a while, being a bit bigger than the others, but when it was done, Leah had an upside down fleur-de-lis on her back right between her shoulder blades. "I amaze myself sometimes." Stephanie grinned. "Looks good. I'll go get some bandages for it."

"How do I make it work?" Leah said as Stephanie already started moving.

"She just has to see it, and oh, right..." Stephanie dug around in the drawers for bandages and something she had picked up the previous day. She sat it in front of Leah as she covered the tattoo.

"What's this?"

"Just give it to Rachael when she sees your tattoo." Stephanie chuckled.

Rachael dragged herself into her apartment dreading the cold shouldering that Leah was probably going to continue. Nervously, she opened the door and prepared to see Leah glaring at her, but Leah wasn't in the front room. "Odd... Normally she's reading," Rachael thought.

"Hey, Rachael, I need your help zipping up a dress..." Leah called out from her room.

"Oh no..." Rachael mumbled to herself. This was worse than any cold shouldering. Leah was going to go out and not invite her to come along. It was Leah's brand of passive-aggressive-revenge. She would talk for days about some floozy she managed to hit it off with, though Rachael was under the suspicion that Leah just made up those women.

Resigning herself to the next few days of annoyance, Rachael walked into Leah's room. Leah, however, wasn't wearing a dress. She was in her work clothes, but she was lifting the back of her shirt up. The tattoo on Leah's back should have surprised Rachael, but, in the quarter of a second it took her mind to process the tattoo, she knew exactly what had happened.

Rachael had only been staring at the tattoo for a couple of seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Her head swelled with thoughts and ideas, much of it focused on cleaning. But there was something lying under all those layers of cleanliness... Something rather dirty.

"Rachael?" Leah said as she lowered the back of her shirt and turned around.

"Oui Madame?" Rachael spoke with a strong French accent. She examined her clothes and frowned, unsatisfied. They were wrinkled, not properly washed, and by no means were clothes meant for cleaning. How was she supposed to clean without a proper uniform?

"Erm..." Leah cast a sidelong glance at Rachael as she reached for the package Stephanie had given her. "I think this is for you." She handed the package over while trying to figure out exactly what was going on.

"Merci, Madame!" Rachael took the package happily and opened it, taking extra care to not rip a single part. She immediately recognized the contents of the package and held it close to her. "My apron! Merci beaucoup, Madame! Now I can start ze cleaning."

"Cleaning? Wait, is that a--" Leah clasped her hands over her face as sounds of muffled laughter tried to escape. Rachael didn't seem to notice as she pulled out the contents: heels, stockings, lingerie with ruffles, a feather duster, and a maid cap. She started to take off her shirt before Leah interrupted, "No! Change in your own room! Not in here!"

"Excusez-moi Madame." Rachael put everything back into the box and quickly went to her room. Unable to bear her wrinkled clothes, she took them off in a hurry and stood in the nude (besides the bandage covering her tattoo) before the box. It was like a Christmas present, even if she knew what was inside. She greedily opened the box and took out all of the clothes, laying them neatly on her bed. "Oui, zees shall do nicely."

Touching each piece of the uniform felt like bliss. The stockings were first, and she savored the warm feeling on her legs and feet. The ruffled panties looked almost ridiculous on their own, but she knew very well that they would look perfect with the rest of her uniform. Rachael basked briefly in the extra warmth they seemed to convey over regular panties, and she was all too eager to put on the corset.

She wriggled her way into the tight corset, tightening it even more to hold up her breasts properly. The small black dress with ruffled arms was next, which did little to hide her protruding cleavage. Rachael couldn't help but squirm delightedly in her half completed uniform. It felt so natural, so right, like it was made just for her.

She slipped her feet into the heels, smiling at the black fluffy pompom on the toe. The frilly white apron was next, and Rachael was ecstatic that the uniform was nearing completion. All that was left was her maid's cap. Not wanting to look like she was stalling, Rachael took her first steps in the heels -- crossing her legs over with each step -- and put the maid's cap on as she walked out of her room, feather duster in hand.

Leah couldn't stop giggling as she stared at Rachael. "Is my uniform to your liking, Madame?"

"Oh yes, yes, very much so." Leah choked down her laughs as she looked around the apartment. "But there really isn't much you need to clean..."

"Non, non, Madame. Zere is much zat I need to clean. You just relax while I clean, and when I finish I will give you a massage." Rachael nodded determinedly and set off to start cleaning. Indeed, nothing major seemed to be needed, but plenty of hard to reach spots hadn't been dusted in quite some time. Rachael's breasts pressed against the outside of the fridge as she dusted the top. She exaggerated the necessary movements to grind herself against the fridge until the top was clean enough someone could eat off it.

Leah looked on in amazement as her roommate cleaned, never slowing down at all. Pressing behind and under things to dust hard to reach spots, she enjoyed every second of it. There was no embarrassment for Rachael; there was only extra pleasure and arousal as she cleaned. She knew when she bent over a counter to wipe it down properly her panties were showing, but that only increased her arousal.

Her panties started to get wet, and sounds of joy escaped her lips. The cleaning eventually came to an end when the apartment was truly spotless, with no speck of dust anywhere. Rachael looked at Leah with a smile on her face. "Now, eet is time for your massage Madame."

Leah's eyes were wide as she sat on the couch. "How can you not be tired? You're hardly even sweating..." She shivered as Rachael started rubbing her shoulders.

"I will never tire, Madame. And pardon the sweat, but eet is not the sweat of work -- eet is the sweat of desire." Rachael felt Leah shiver under her hands again. There was so much tension in her body, and it was just unacceptable for Rachael to leave that there. It was the same as any dust or dirt -- it was dirty and needed to be removed.

Rachael moved to the front of Leah, who just nervously followed her with her eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Relax Madame, I am cleaning." Rachael looked up at Leah as she started to massage her foot. "And zere is a very dirty spot I still must clean, Madame." Leah melted against the chair cushions as Rachael moved her hands slowly upward. Small sounds of relief and happiness signified that it was best to make her move now. Rachael's hands slowly worked at the button on Leah's pants.

"Heeey, what are you doing?" Leah sighed as she tried to rouse herself off the couch.

"Non, non, relax, Madame. As I said, I am cleaning." The zipper on Leah's pants came unzipped quickly, and Rachael started to slowly pull Leah's pants off.

"What are you cleaning...?" Leah's voice had a nervous ring in it, but not a sign of protest.

"Oho..." Rachael laughed quietly as she started to pull Leah's panties down. "I noticed you watching me as I cleaned, Madame. I think you know exactly what needs cleaning." Leah's panties came off her ankles and Rachael put her head right near Leah's slit. "Oui Madame, you're a very dirty girl." Rachael started to blow cool air onto Leah's slit.

"Ooh..." Leah bit her lip as Rachael continued. Watching the glistening of Leah's pussy, Rachael noticed Leah was becoming wetter and wetter from the blowing. "Rachael..."

"Oui, Madame?" Rachael looked up at Leah, their eyes meeting as Leah's face turned a dark red. Rachael didn't feel her face flush at all, and eventually Leah broke eye contact.

"Keep going."

"Oui, Madame." Rachael smiled as she started to blow again, watching as Leah started to squirm on the couch. Finally, Rachael stopped and spoke up, "Now zat eet is wet, the cleaning can start."

Leah wasn't given time to respond as Rachael's fingers dived into Leah's wet sex. The satisfaction from hearing Leah moan sent a jolt of pleasure down Rachael's spine. She knew exactly how Leah wanted to be touched -- she didn't question how she knew, she just knew. For every moan she elicited from Leah, Rachael received another jolt of pleasure. She could feel it building inside her, and she couldn't help herself from panting even as she fingered and touched Leah.

Both of their movements started to find a natural rhythm as Leah's moans became continuous. She fell over onto the couch, but not away from Rachael's fingers. Rachael couldn't stop her panting as she felt her own panties quickly becoming soaked. She was bringing Leah to climax, and Rachael couldn't be happier.

There was no stopping the inevitable as Leah's voice cracked with her next moan. Rachael could feel Leah's pussy gripping her fingers, and she felt her own body start to seize up in pure bliss. The uniform she was wearing somehow seemed to magnify it as intense heat flooded into her. Her stockings, panties, and corset almost seemed to tighten as her muscles rebounded against them, echoing back more pleasure.

"Madame!" Rachael moaned as she felt the most intense orgasm of her life physically, but also mentally. She knew she had pleased Leah, and for some reason that kept the warm fuzzy feeling in her head a bit longer. Leah lay on the couch while Rachael lay on the floor, basking in their afterglow.

"Rachael... that was amazing..." Leah cooed happily as she took deep breaths.

"Merci, Madame, but I've made a mess I need to clean." Rachael slowly worked her way to her feet.

"Hu—eeeek!" Leah squealed as Rachael started to lick at her slit, lapping up all the juices that had flowed out. She saw Leah bite her finger to stop more moans from coming out, even as her body squirmed to show how much she was enjoying it.

"Non, Madame is covered in her own juices. Zat is unacceptable." Rachael continued to lick, making sure to get every last drop from Leah's crotch. The squirming made it a bit trickier for Rachael to clean, and she found herself oddly surprised that Leah just managed to keep getting more wet. "Madame, are you making a mess on purpose?"

Leah couldn't manage to say a word -- as soon as she stopped biting her finger, she started moaning.

"Madame, I will just clean until you stop making a mess zen." Rachael was perplexed that Leah would do this, but was very determined. After all Leah would have to stop after all.

"No, Rachael, stoooop!" Leah shrieked as another moan burst from her lips and her sex started to spasm wildly. Rachael only tilted her head and sat back.

"I was not trying to make you orgasm, Madame. I was trying to clean." She blinked a few times, it was as if it was the most obvious thing in the world to her. As Leah squirmed more and moaned, things started to feel less fuzzy. She was in front of her friend, having just given her two orgasms, and was in a maid's outfit. To top it off, she was speaking in a French accent.

She reached up to rub her temples. Rachael was confused at how everything had happened; she'd willingly gotten into the outfit. It wasn't a compulsion like the cleaning was -- it was a need. Leah's eyes were jammed shut, and she seemed a bit too out of it herself to be able to answer any questions.

Then Rachael remembered that Leah had gotten a new tattoo.

Rachael glared as she quietly got up, found her car keys and a coat to hide her "uniform," and left the house. Leah wouldn't get away with this one; she had purposefully shown Rachael that tattoo. She had planned for this.