Convenient Arrangement Ch. 03
Keywords: Convenient, 03, Ch., Arrangement,
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I could have easily kept it up until I finally exploded, a stream of hot cum shooting out but I didn't see what I could have done to discard it easily so I slowed down before reluctantly stopping all together.
My feminine hands worked through the pile of items on the chair and my heart began to race as I sorted through them. I slipped the first item, frilly white panties, up my legs and around my hips, the flimsy material failing to reign in the erection trying to push away from body. Next came a pair of matching nylons that stopped at mid thigh and hung there on their own. I found the shoes next and found that the size 11's fit perfectly as I stepped into the platform shoes with 6" stiletto heels. I couldn't help but laugh at the 'fuck me' heels I had on, having seen an exotic dancer wearing the same basic, strappy shoes as she swung around a pole at a neighborhood strip joint up the street.
I paused, picturing the delicious thought of being feminine enough to do that job for one day, the idea of walking around like that almost driving me nuts. But as it were, without a body to go with it, the apparent role I was going to fulfill was that of a French Maid, horribly stereotypical, but exciting nonetheless as I pulled on a black bra with shaking hands. I stepped quickly into the uniform and after slipping breast forms into the bra I zipped up the side of the maid's uniform. I carefully stepped through the crinoline skirt, careful not to tear it in my excited stated and slowly drew it up my legs before it slipped over my ass and into position, pushing out the skirt into proper position.
The look in the mirror was priceless. I was amazed at how I great I looked and despite the erection, hidden easily inside the loose material, the look was fabulous. My breath was rushing in and out as I continued to stare.
"Quit looking at yourself in the mirror and get out here so I can look you over." I heard her say.
I opened the door with shaking hand and stepped out, as confidently as I could in the high heels. It wasn't nearly as tough or comical as it was portrayed on television.
When I stepped out, the room was empty. She must have walked back out front and without a second thought I strolled across the floor, the heels clicking with satisfaction on the hard surface, another of my hot buttons.
She was behind the counter again as I walked up to her, concentrating on trying to stroll slowly and in feminine style.
"Well now." she remarked with satisfaction, "Won't your Master be pleased with you!"
I smiled, satisfied with her comments for some reason that escaped me.
It was then that I came to realize that that we weren't alone, rather several other people were in the store milling around. I looked their way, confident that I couldn't be recognized and found the couple and young man were also very interested in my appearance, wide smiles on their faces. I was embarrassed to be sure, but at the same time, greatly aroused.
She consulted her watch at was surprised at the time.
"Here's a bag." She said, handing me a plastic bag from the store. "Gather up your stuff and come back out, we're running behind schedule."
I did as she asked and was back at the counter in sixty seconds.
"That's $195 dollars please."
I must have paused for a moment but she continued to look, waiting for it to sink in, familiar with the situation. I passed her a credit card and she rang it up, somewhat pleasantly surprised that it was approved. I signed the receipt, noting reluctantly that I had used my real name.
"Thank you. Please come again."
"I'm sorry? Should I change back?"
"Oh no. Instructions were explicit. Better get back to your Master's house. You're expected there by 2:00 p.m."
"Ah. I didn't bring a coat or anything with me." I mentioned, stepping back from the desk and rubbing my hands along the uniform as though she might not have noticed.
"No problem. You'll be fine. I'll keep an eye on you."
I caught site of the time on her watch and knew I was going to cut it close and the last thing I wanted was to be late. Sucking it up, I headed for the door, wondering how fast I could walk to my car, aware that I would be out in the open for fifty feet. I was reaching for the door when it swung open and a man, waiting to come in, noticed me and stepped aside holding it open like a gentlemen, damn him.
"Thanks." I said, already breathless.
He smiled, taking me in with one long glance, his eyes roaming up and down again. I could feel his gaze follow me, not having heard the store's door closing, as I walked towards my car, other vehicles on the street and in the drive-thru next door, loaded with drivers and passengers.
Perhaps they wouldn't notice me strolling out in my uniform, the black and white material hard to miss.
Honk.
Honk.
Honk.
They sounded distinct and it was clear that several people had seen me as I quickly climbed into the car and felt somewhat protected from view. The light changed and a couple cars swung through the drive-thru. I had waited so no one that had seen me walk out would see me depart. I had to hurry now as I pulled out into traffic and hustled across town, heading for my 'Master's' house, his street being less congested with traffic than the parking lot. My heart continued to pound as I got caught at several lights, a few inquisitive SUV owners taking a curious peek at me. Although I knew that the digital clock in my car was several minutes fast, it still freaked me out to see it click over to 2 p.m. and my car still miles from my destination. I had thought to run home and grab a long coat, despite the pleasant temperature outside but it was in the opposite direction and I didn't dare be noticeably late.
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Keywords: Convenient, 03, Ch., Arrangement,