Bitch Maker Chapter 2

I woke up feeling pretty good. A new place and an unexpected blowjob had fallen into my lap last night. As such I regarded the maid outfit laid out on my dresser in good humor. Sam was a very silly woman after all.

Yawning and stretching I stepped into the hall, hearing movement in the kitchen. I stepped around the corner of the hall and the smell of cooking pancakes greeted me.

"Good Morning." Sammie said.

"Hey Sam." Wow, I thought. Does this mean were dating? I had no objection to that, nor to pancakes, so I seated myself at the table.

She smiled and picked up a glass of orange juice, placing it in front of me.

"No thanks, I'm not into orange juice."

She looked at me like she might pop a vein so I relented and began drinking the juice. She smiled again, pleased. Some chicks are weird.

Shortly, she finished the pancakes and sat them before me. I dug in, noticing she had none of her own.

"You don't want pancakes?" I asked.

"Naw, I prefer waffles, pancakes are for soft little girls like you."

This comment made me rather uneasy, and I ate in silence. As I finished she stood up and said, "Why aren't you dressed?"

"Huh?" I didn't get it immediately.

"As my maid I expect you to perform your functions in the proper attire."

"Um, okay." I said. If she wanted to humiliate me a little who cares. At the end of the night it would be her servicing me. I smiled with the memory of the previous night. She took my smile to mean surrender and left happily for work.

I thought about cleaning but as I walked the house I noticed how everything seemed spotless. Bored, I went to the room she'd given me and turned on the tube. 60 channels and nothing to watch, well nothing until I found the Little Mermaid, an awesome movie.

I watched, but I was still bored. I glanced at the maid outfit, curious, I walked to it and picked it up. It was very soft and skimpy. No "proper" maid would wear this, it was one of those outfits for bored husbands to spice up their wives with.