"So, Miss Brooks, why are you applying for this job?"

Jennifer looked down at her hands when she replied. "Mister Hane... I think that I would be very good at this job."

He stared at her, and Jennifer met his gaze for a moment. before looking away again. "Did you understand all of the requirements that I have for this position?"

Jennifer fidgeted with the sleeve on her blouse. "I think so. You are looking for a maid to work in your household. To cook and clean and that sort of thing."

There was a short silence. "Is that it?"

Jennifer swallowed hard. "W... what do you mean?"

Mister Hane sighed. "If you had not figured that out from my letter, I think that we should end this interview now."

"No! Please!" Jennifer said, raising her voice for the first time. "I really need this job! It's the only one with a decent enough salary..."

"So it's just the money you want."

Jennifer's chin quivered as she spoke. "What else do you want from me?" she said, looking him in the eye. "Does it have something to do with that little notecard you put in the envelope?" She saw him nod slightly. "I really haven't been out on my own very long. If you could just explain it to me, maybe I could understand it."

Mister Hane sat in thought. He slid his chair back away from the desk and stood up. "You've put me into an uncomfortable situation," he said.

"Please, Richard," she said, using his first name, "give me a chance."

Richard Hane looked her over closely. She was a young woman, probably no more than twenty one years of age. She had medium length curly brown hair that framed a soft, round face. Two green eyes looked out from it, meeting his eyes briefly before darting away. She wore a pretty pink stitched white blouse with a light brown skirt. Her matching shoes had inch long square heels, and her feet were twitching, nervously.

"If you are indeed serious about this..."

"I am!" she said.

"I should tell you that there is a reason for the high salary that I am offering. I am looking for something more than just a housekeeper. I am looking for someone to do more... personal services."

"What?" Jennifer said, confused. "What kind of personal services?" After a few seconds, another thought crossed her mind. "I'm not a hooker!" she said.

"I never accused you of that," he said, as he walked over to her. "If I allowed you to take the job, when could you start?"

"Right away!" she said.

A slight smile came across his face. "What if I said that I would like you to start immediately. Right now."

She looked up at him. "But my things are still at my apartment..." Richard did not say anything. "I... guess that I don't really have much there, come to think about it. Except my clothes..."

"That will be taken care of." Richard gestured for her to get up. "I have a contract ready for you to sign."

"A contract?" she said, as she stood up. A smile was forming on her face. "You're going to give me the job?"

"If you want it, after I explain a few things." He went over to his desk and took out several papers from a drawer. "You can read the contract first, of course, before signing anything."

Jennifer started to read, then shook her head. "This is gibberish. It looks like a lawyer wrote it. Can you just explain it to me?"

"Certainly. Pages one and two describe the length and terms of service, and the compensation. In essence, the length of time is one year. The payment is $150,000, payable in full at the end of the time. During this time, all of your expenses will be covered and room and board will be provided. Should you choose to break the contract, the payment will be greatly diminished, only $2000 per month worked. However, should I dismiss you early, without you breaking any of the conditions of the contract, you are entitled $12,500 per month worked. Oh, this position is considered to be a salaried position."

"One hundred fifty..." she said in a low voice.

"Pages three and four describe the duties that are to be expected of you. Failure to perform these duties is grounds for your dismissal, with the lower compensation being given to you."

"What are the duties?" Jennifer asked.

"They include all of the typical duties of a housekeeper. Cooking, cleaning, making the beds, and the like. You will be considered to be on duty 24 hours a day, seven days a week, though of course you will be given time to yourself. Additionally, there is a dress code associated with this position, and the uniforms will be provided."

"Dress code? That doesn't sound like a big deal. Where do I sign?"

"Right here," he said, handing her a pen.

She signed the four sheets of paper without reading any more of it. "I will make copies of this for both of us," he said, as he put the papers back into his desk. "Let me show you to your room."

There was a stairway up to the second floor, but Richard led her to a doorway that was on the first floor. As he followed him, he had a chance to examine his walking profile. He seemed to be in good physical shape, and she decided that he had a very cute butt. "This will be your room," he said. "Your first assignment is inside. You will find a tape measure and a sheet of paper. Please measure yourself as indicated on the sheet, so that we can have your uniforms made up. After that, you can have the rest of the day off to yourself. Just report back here first thing tomorrow morning. Oh," he said, opening up another drawer of his desk. "Here is a five hundred dollar advance on your salary."

Jennifer took the offered money, with a bit of disbelief in her eyes. "Really?" she said.

"Really," he replied. "Just be back here at nine o'clock in the morning."

Jennifer looked at the outfit on the bed in disbelief. "This is a dress code?" she said aloud.

Richard had left her alone in her bedroom to prepare for the day. Jennifer picked up the first item and examined it. It was a pair of black patent shoe with a black stiletto heel that were easily five inches long. The other one was still on the bed. There were two straps on it, one an ankle strap and the other was a mid strap. Both had small buckles on them.

A pair of fishnet pantyhose was also there. She walked around the bed, and picked up the last item.

It was a one piece french maid uniform. It was made of a shiny black vinyl material, and still had a strong plastic smell. The sleeves were long, and the skirt had a very full crinoline sewn right into it.

Jennifer thought about walking out right then, and confronting Mr Hane. But then she remembered the five hundred dollars that she had just spent last night.

"Oh, god, what if I had to give it back?" she whispered aloud. She did some mental math and mumbled as she did it. "If I leave, I get $2000 a month. That's about $500 a week. So I just have to do this for a week, and then I can get out of here."

With a sigh, she took her clothes off. First, the fishnet stockings. The feeling was a bit odd as she slipped them on. She couldn't remember ever having worn fishnets before.

Next, she unzipped the vinyl maids outfit and put it on. It fit rather tightly around the waist. She had some trouble zipping it up.

Last, she sat down as she put on the shoes and buckled the straps. As she stood up, she had to grab ahold of the bedpost to balance herself. "God, how am I going to walk in these things?"

As she walked over to the door, she saw herself in the full length mirror that was attached to the back of the door. The dress was form fitting around the waist, and the skirt was extremely full. But it barely came down low enough to hide her privates. In front, it was cut so low that it barely covered her nipples. "If I bend over, everyone's going to see me!" she said. She saw her own ankles wobble as she tried to balance in the heels.

Slowly, she opened the door and stepped outside of her room. She heard the sound of a voice from the kitchen, so she slowly walked towards it, making sure to stay near a wall.

Richard was there, talking on the phone. When he saw Jennifer enter, he ended his conversation and hung up. "That will do," he said, walking over to her.

Jennifer's face was flushed with embarassment as she stood there. "What should I do?" she said to fill the silence.

She was almost expecting him to fondle her, or say something lewd. "I'm in the mood for a late breakfast," he said. "Ham and cheese omlet with just a few onions. You should find everything in the refrigerator, and the cookware is in the cabinets below the microwave."

She was surprised by this. But then again, she didn't know what to expect. "Mister Hane?" she asked as she slowly walked toward the refrigerator. "Why do you have a dress code... like this?"

He smiled a bit at this, and looked at the ceiling as he thought of a reply. "Well, I'm a rich man. I know what I like to see. And, to be quite honest, I like the way that you look when wearing that."

She opened up the refrigerator and started to hunt for ingredients. There was the butter, the eggs, the cheese..."Am I going to have to dress up like this every day?" she asked.

"No, definitely not," he said, and she let out a sigh of relief. "This is just what we could get on short notice. More will be arriving."

More? she thought. More what? Her mind took a different turn as she remembered him calling himself a 'rich man'. "Are you married?" she asked as she closed the refrigerator door.

"Actually, no," he said. "I haven't met the right person yet." ****

She slowly walked back into her room and closed the door behind her. "My feet are killing me," she said. She tried to kick them off, but was reminded of the fact that there were straps keeping them in place.

Jennifer sat down on the bed and unbuckled her shoes. She sighed in relief as she threw the shoes across the room. Her hands massaged her feet and ankles for several minutes.

She took some time to survey the room. She had not paid much attention to her room before, as she had had other things on her mind. There was a stereo system, a television, a huge dresser, and the king sized bed that she was now sitting on. As she fumbled with the zipper at the back of her outfit, she noticed that there was a door ajar that led to a private bathroom.

She slid her hot sweaty body out of the vinyl maids outfit and took off the fishnets. "A bath!" she said, and raced in the nude to the bathroom.

All of the fixings for a long bath were there, which included a huge whirlpool bathtub. After filling the tub, she slid in and let the swirling hot water take the tension out of her body.

She thought back to her day. Richard was with her most of the day, showing her the house as he had her do chores. It was just cleaning, dusting, cooking, and the like. Every time that she bent over, she could feel his eyes on her buttocks. But he never said anything about it, and he never touched her once.

She had to conclude that Richard was an attractive man. He was a touch over six feet tall, with dark brown eyes and a full set of hair. From what she could gather of his phone conversations, she concluded that he was some kind of investor, making his money by moving stocks and bonds around.

As she relaxed, she thought about her own situation. She was in the house of a rich perverted vouyer, walking around in an embarassing outfit for his eyes only. Rich single perverted vouyer, she reminded herself. He should be able to afford more servants, she thought, but she had not seen anyone else in the huge house. There must be at least thirty rooms, she thought.

Then there was the money. She had been out on her own for almost six months, but had lost her job a couple of months ago. With unpaid bills everywhere, she was about to lose her apartment. Then, the only place she could have gone is back to her mother's house.

No! I'm not going back to live with that witch! she said. She realized that she wouldn't have to move back, if she stayed here. This was a live in position, and she had used the advance to pay some of her back rent. The woman at the desk had given her another month to come up with the rest.

Wouldn't it be nice to move everything in here? a part of her thought. I wouldn't have to pay any rent, there would a big check at the end, and I would work for cute boss! Then she looked out into the bedroom and saw the shoes on the floor and the black vinyl maid's outfit on the bed.

"Let's make a decision after a week," she said out loud.

When she got out of the bathtub, she could not find her street clothes anywhere. Out of habit, she put away the maid's outfit and shoes in the huge but empty walk-in closet before going to bed.

She awoke to the sound of a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" she said loudly.

"It's nine thirty," came Richard's voice from the other side of the door. "You should have been out here a half of an hour ago."

Hurriedly, she left the bed and went to the door. Then she realized that she was completely naked. With a moment of hesitation, she turned and went to the closet. "I'll be out in a minute!"

The fishnets, black vinyl maid's outfit, and five inch spiked shoes were on in a couple of minutes. When she emerged from the room, still wobbly on her heels, she saw Richard waiting for her just outside her doorway.

"Late the second day on the job," he said. "We'll have to do something about that."

I can't lose this job yet! she thought to herself. Is he going to fire me?

Richard shook his head and said nothing more of it. "Move along and get breakfast started," he said. "I'll be there soon."

She saw Richard pick up a large cardboard box and walk into her room. She was about to ask him about it, then thought better of it and headed for the kitchen, still unsure in the high stiletto heels.

As she cooked, she thought that she heard the sound of power tools. She had finished breakfast for two and was still waiting for him. She was hungry, so she sat down and started to nibble on her toast.

Richard walked in and stopped at the entrance to the kitchen. "I see that you're sitting down on the job," he said.

Jennifer quickly jumped to her feet, and had to grab the table for support. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

"That can be remedied," he said. She looked at him, but he offered no explanation. He sat down next to her and started to eat. "If there were guests, you would be expected to serve us and then eat privately later. But as there are no guests, we can be informal here." Somewhat calmed, she sat back down.

Breakfast went quickly as both of them wolfed down their food. "As you might have guessed yesterday, your uniform is incomplete -- something of a stopgap. I apologize for this. Your first complete uniform is now here. If we could go to your room?"

"I guess so," she said, with less than full enthusiasm. If this was a stopgap, what is the real thing going to be like? As she walked beside him, she suddenly lost her balance on her heels. Almost instantly, Richard grabbed ahold of her by the arm and waist and steadied her.

"Are you all right?" he said, releasing her.

"I'm fine," she replied. Between the slip and his touch, there was a wash of energy going through her. She wasn't sure what to make of it.

"Out of curiosity," she asked as they entered her room, "where are the clothes that I wore here?"

"In storage," he replied. "I don't think that you'll be needing them anytime soon."

She saw that there had been changes to the room. There was a similar yet subtly different outfit laid out for her on the bed. And on one of the walls to the room, there was now a solid block of metal attached to it. From it emerged a long metal chain with a keyring attached to the end of it. There were a dozen or so keys on the keyring.

"I will leave you alone to dress after I have explained it," he said. "The stockings are essentially the same. The shoes, however, are slightly different," he said as he picked up one of the two shoes. It was also a black patent leather shoe with, if anything, a higher heel than the ones that she was wearing. There were two straps, one of which ended with a D-ring, but no buckles. "If you would sit down?"

She sat down, and allowed him to take off her shoes. She noticed that on the bed there were several small padlocks, as well as a black satin object with lacing that took her a moment to recognize. A corset?

Jennifer flushed suddenly as she realized that Richard had a clear view of her crotch. He did not comment, and put one of the shoes on her.

"These straps work like so," he said demonstrating them. He wrapped them around her ankles, then around the middle of the foot. He joined the two straps right in front of the heel underneath the shoe. "and this ring goes through this slot," he said.

"But won't they just slip off?" she asked.

Richard reached up and took one of the small padlocks. He put it through the ring and snapped it closed. "It won't come off until it's unlocked," he said.

"Why?" she asked.

Richard took the other shoe and put it on her foot. "Because I like my

to be in uniform, at all times while on duty," he said. "And in the contract, it states that you are to be in uniform at all times that you are outside of your quarters here."

She wanted to voice an objection, but couldn't seem to get it out. As he locked the second one on her foot, she asked, "Where is the key?"

"Right over there," he said, pointing to the keyring on the chain. "When you are through with your duties, you can take them off at your leisure."

"I see," was all that she could say. He picked up the corset and another maid's outfit. This one was also constructed of shiny black PVC with long sleeves and a very full red crinoline was sewn into it. But the outfit continued all the way up to the neck. The zipper was in the back, like the one she wore now, with a large loop pull on the zipper. At the top of the outfit, in back, there was a metal ring sewn into the fabric next to the zipper.

"You should put on the corset first," he said, "and snug it up. Then, when you put on the maid's outfit, use one of the padlocks to connect the zipper to the metal ring."

So I can't unzip it, she finished mentally. "Is the key also there?" she said, pointing to the keyring.

He nodded. "I'll leave you now to change," he said, and left her there.

She stood up, and was even more wobbly than before. "These are even *higher*," she said aloud.

She had never worn a corset before. This one had front busks and back lacing. It had built in support for the lower half of each breast, and extended down well past her bellybutton.

With some struggling, she managed to get the front busks closed. She remembered that the back laces were for tightening it. She hoped that she didn't have to use that. Jennifer unzipped the maid's outfit, stepped into it, and tried to zip it up.

The zipper barely moved. Jennifer saw that the only way she could get the shiny black maid's outfit on was to lose at least three inches of waistline.

Jennifer struggled with the pullers on the corset for a good ten minutes. She pulled herself to what she thought was very tight, only to have the zipper on the maid's outfit jam. Frustrated, she tried it again.

This happened six times, and she nearly came to the point of tears. There was a knock on the door. "How are you doing?" came Richard's voice.

"I can't get this thing on!" she said.

"Would you like some help?" he said.

"Yes!" she said, before thinking about it. As Richard opened the door, it was too late for her to change her mind.

"What seems to be the problem?" he asked.

"I can't get this tight enough," she said as she waved the corset string in front of her.

"Let's see what we can do about that," he said. "Turn around and grab ahold of one of the bedposts, please? And keep ahold of the strings, if you would." She complied, and felt him tightening the strings all along the top and the bottom of the corset. Then, with a strong pull, she felt her waist constricting."

Jennifer struggled to breath against the corset, but it was only with difficulty that she could seem to get enough air. "Let's try it now," he said.

He pulled the black maid's outfit up on her and she put her arms into it. It was a tight fit, but he managed to get the zipper all the way up.

"And the lock," he said, taking a padlock and locking the zipper in place.

Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror. She saw a woman with flushed red cheeks, but what caught her eye was the figure. Her breasts were much more prominent than they ever had been before, which was accentuated by the narrow waist that she now had.

Wow, do I look sexy! she thought with surprise.

****

It was lunchtime, and the two of them sat down to eat. Jennifer had prepared potato salad and sandwiches. Jennifer found herself being full in spite of the lack of breakfast. It must be the corset, she thought to herself.

"Mister Hane," she said.

"You can call me Richard," he said with a smile.

"Richard," she said back, also smiling. "I was wondering when I would be able to get all of my stuff out of my apartment?" she asked.

"Tonight, if you would like," Richard said. "You should be able to after supper tonight."

Jennifer finished up the last of the dishes. "I'd like to go get my things," she said, as she headed towards her room.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"I was going to change..." she said, her voice trailing off. She stopped and looked back. "Could I have my clothes back?"

Richard slowly shook his head. "It clearly states in the contract that you are to be in uniform at all times except when you are in your room here," he said. "I'm afraid that I cannot make an exception."

"I'm supposed to go out like this?!" she exclaimed.

"You don't have to go out at all," he said. "That's your choice. But the rules are the rules."

"Let me see that contract!" she exclaimed.

"Certainly," he replied. The two of them walked to his study, and Richard took the contract papers out of his desk. "Right here," he said.

With horror, she saw that he was right. Additionally, she saw in the paragraph above that the definition of uniform was essentially whatever kinky outfit that he chose to provide to her on a given day.

What have I got myself into? Jennifer wondered.

Jennifer did not quit. Instead, she waited until nearly midnight before leaving for her apartment. When she had asked for her keys, Richard has calmly complied.

Trying to walk on the sidewalk at night in nearly six inch heels was not easy. And when she got to her car, the rigid corset prevented her from bending her waist and she nearly banged her head on the doorway of the car trying to get in.

With the heels, she had trouble using the pedals of her stick shift car as she pulled out of Mr. Hane's driveway.

Once she was on her way, it became easier. She saw a parked police vehicle on the side of the road, and quickly looked at her speedometer.

"Six over," she said. "Aaah! And I don't have a license on me!"

She clutched the wheel in terror and brought her car back to the speed limit. In her rear view mirror, she saw the police car pull out and start to follow her.

"Please don't pull me over," she whispered. She could just imagine what the story in the paper the next day would be like if she was brought in looking like this.

It was twenty minutes of terror as she made her way to her apartment. The police car followed her all the way to the parking lot of her apartment, but did not turn on his lights.

Jennifer parked her car and waited. The police car did a circle around the parking lot, but then exited and drove off.

Whew! There was no one else around, so she left the car with her keys in her hand and headed for her apartment.

She was on the second floor, and she found out that climbing stairs in the shoes was not easy. She fumbled nervously with the keys as she tried to open her door while also keeping a lookout for any late night travellers.

She entered and closed the door behind her. A flip of the light switch revealed a rather bare one bedroom apartment. For living room furniture, a single ratty recliner faced a small beat-up television. There was a smell from the kitchen that she knew was from dirty dishes left unwashed.

She headed to her bedroom, and went to the closet. "What to bring, what to bring..." She saw that there were very few clean clothes in the closet. Most of them were dirty and in the hamper or on the floor.

She took one of the few clean blouses, a skirt and a pair of pants. Then she walked over to her dresser and selected some underwear and a nightgown.

Her feet were really starting to kill her. She sat down on her unmade bed and tried to massage her feet. But with the corset on, she couldn't quite reach her feet. With a sigh, she laid down on the bed and rested for a minute. It felt so good to lay down and get the weight off her feet...

Jennifer woke up to the warm feeling of sunlight on her face. It took her a moment to understand the significance of it.

"Oh, god! What time is it?" Her bedroom clock showed that it was five minutes to ten.

She couldn't go outside like this in daylight! Jennifer rolled over and picked up the phone. It was very awkward to do that in the corset. She needed to call Richard Hane and tell him that she couldn't come in today.

The silence of a dead phone greeted her ear. She realized that she had not sent any money to the phone company in several months. There was no way that she could call Richard and explain what had happened.

Panic and indecision gripped her. If she headed back now, she would be late. He might fire her, and then she would be up a creek without a paddle.

But if she stayed here, with no explanation, she would be fired for sure. She'd be left with no income source and a pathetic little apartment.

With unwilling resolve, she got out of bed and took a few seconds to readjust to walking in the locked-on stiletto heels. She dumped out a clothesbasket full of dirty clothes and put last night's selections and her keys into the basket. Jennifer went over to her door and cracked it open, looking and listening for anyone in the hallway.

No one was around. With difficulty, she opened the door and walked outside.

She had to take the stairs down very slowly. With each tentative step, she grew more and more worried that someone might see her.

Finally, the first floor. Now, if there was no one in the parking lot...

The sound of a door opening up behind her sent her heart pounding. Her breath quickened and her chest fought against the confines of the corset. Making a quick decision, she walked forward and tried to ignore it.

She could not see where she was walking, and she felt one of her shoes land on something slippery. With limbs flailing and clothes scattering, she fell forward. She landed with her rear in the air, exposing all to whomever was behind her.

She struggled to right herself. "Let me help you up!" came the voice of a familiar male voice.

God no! Don't let him see me like this! She turned and looked up into the familiar face of Eric Kaller. He was only a couple of years older than she was, and lived on the first floor. They had gone out on a few dates, and she kind of liked him.

There was a look of shocked recognition on his face. "Jennifer?" he said. "What the... why...?"

She could feel a hot flush on her face. "Help me up, please?" she asked.

He took her hands and helped to her feet. She was surprised to find out that she was actually taller than him in these shoes.

"What are you doing dressed up like that?!" he asked, loudly. "It's May. A little early for Halloween, isn't it?"

"It's a long story," she said, lamely. She tried to bend over to pick up one of her nightgowns, but couldn't manage it in the corset and heels. She nearly fell over again in the process.

"Let me help," Eric said eagerly. He bent over and quickly threw her things into the clothes basket. She noticed that he had missed her keys. "Could you hand me my keys?" she asked.

Eric fetched her keys with alacrity. She heard the sound of another door opening up. "What's all the commotion out here?" came a female voice. Jennifer turned her head, and saw yet another familiar face. "My god!" said the older woman.

Jennifer lost her composure and panicked. As Eric was picking up her clothes basket, she ran for the door. Incredibly, she did not fall while doing this. She pushed the door open and headed for her car as quickly as her spiked heel shoes would allow.

There must have been a dozen people in the parking lot that witnessed her. As she ran, the skirt of her shiny maid's outfit bounced up and down, revealing her crotch and buttocks to all that cared to see.

She nearly fell over trying to stop. Her keys were still in her hands, and she managed to shove one of them into the lock and open up the door. She banged her head getting into the car, but shook it off in a moment.

She saw Eric running towards her, with her basket. "Your stuff!" he said. But she didn't wait for him. Jennifer jammed the key into the ignition and almost ran him over on her way out of the parking lot.

She was panting furiously as she drove out of the parking lot. The combination of strenuous activity with the corset was almost too much for her. For a long moment, her head started to swim, and a part of her wondered if she was going to pass out and get into an accident.

Fortunately, she did not. She calmed down, and in less than a half of an hour, she was back at the Hane household.

I've never been so embarassed in my life! she thought to herself. I can't go back there!