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Chapter 2: More Than Curiosity

It was my fault for not finding a summer job sooner. I'd spent the entire semester partying, so when finals rolled around and I realized I needed something to do all summer, I panicked. The job listing made it sound easy, and when I found out the staff were all women, I was excited.

Not just women — maids! My eyes almost popped out of my skull when I saw them. They were like cartoon uniforms, black satin skirts that barely skimmed the tops of their white stockings. They swayed side to side, teasing me with a flash of panties. Every girl who wore them was the perfect image of femininity, curves and make-up and a flirtatious giggle when they caught me staring.

A summer spent surrounded by women like this? A guy could get used to that kind of thing.

"You're one of us, now," Violet said airily, like this was obvious. "Part of the Belmont Manor staff."

"A dress?" I nearly shouted, leaping up from the bed. "You seriously want me to wear a dress?"

"Of course," Violet said with a small smile. "What else would a maid wear?"

"A maid ?" I roared.

"Yes, Aidan, a maid," Violet's smile flickered and she sighed with weary exasperation. "The only kind of service staff Madame Belmont allows."

My fantasies of pretty girls in frilly dresses pulling my pants down began to melt into something else. Now I was the one wearing the dress, my cock peeking out from piles of white petticoats. Now there was a girl in a matching uniform on her knees in front of me, giggling as we skipped our responsibilities to serve each other's needs. Now I was being bent over, my panties pulled down around my ankles so I could —

Why the hell am I still so hard?

"And — now I'm one of them?" I gasped, barely able to form the words. "One — one of you?"

I should have felt horrified. Maybe at some level I was, but mostly I felt something else I couldn't identify. Something like curiosity. A pressing need to know more.

"Yes," she sighed again. "You're one of us. A maid of Belmont Manor."

"I'd have to… it's a uniform , right?" I asked, trying to understand just what I was getting in to. "I'd have to wear it while I was working, right?"

I can still have fun with these girls, even in a dress.

"Madame expects her staff to be in their proper evening uniforms as well."

"What's that? Like, silk pajamas or something?"

Violet's gave me a broad, knowing grin. "Something like that."

I weighed my options. Violet was sitting up in bed next to me. It seemed almost unfair that she was still in her tiny uniform while I was naked. The lace from her skirt kept brushing my leg, sending goosebumps spilling out across my skin. Could I really wear something like that?

Do I even want to?

"It's just maids here?" I asked, letting my curiosity get the best of me. "No one… I wouldn't get found out?"

"The Madame entertains from time to time," Violet said with a sympathetic smile. "But only she and her staff — us — live here. No one would ever see you if you didn't want them to."

She kissed my cheek, her finger slipping across the inside of my naked thigh.

Her lips brushed my ear as she whispered: "But personally, I think you'd be rather pretty."

My cock twitched in answer. A cold shiver ran down my back.

I shouldn't want to hear that.

But hearing it made me feel very, very good.

"You do?" I squeaked, trying to keep hopefulness out of my voice.

"You have such good legs," she said softly, demonstrating by brushing her fingers softly over my skin. "I think they'd look just lovely in a big petticoat like this."

She slid off the bed and stood next to it, brushing her skirts out over the cloud of white lace that suspended them. With a sly grin, she wiggled her hips, sending the silken confection swishing and rustling around her hips. It was short enough I could see her stocking tops. They were pulled up and away by a garter strap that disappeared beneath her dress, a lace-trimmed path to more beautiful delicates inside.

Her legs emerged from the cloud of lace looking long and slender and elegant. They were coated in the sheer silk of her stockings, a thin seam running up each gentle curve. As she turned and bent at her hips, I followed that line upwards to the lace hem of her black panties. She peered around her shoulder at me and smiled.

This was beyond curiosity, now. Any man faced with the proposition of putting on a dress and being pretty should have said no. So why was I still here? And why did all of it make me sick with… what was it? Excitement? Anxiety?

My legs could look like hers.

My stomach turned over.

"I wouldn't look… silly?"

Violet pouted sympathetically, pushing out her lower lip while standing back up and sitting primly on the bed. "Trust me, darling, you would look as gorgeous as you'd feel. I know from experience."

"Okay, I'll — I'll do it," I said slowly.

"I know, honey. I never had any doubt," Violet said cheerfully. "Now — let's get you dressed!"