Female Butler Uniform Novels & Stories

fuck. I look at the waitress watching as she pushes her chest out more then our uniforms actually allow. We may be fucking dogs but we're not stupid our female employees have uniforms that are actually on the more casual side for a lux club like this. We chose the uniform keeping in mind that there are fucking suck fucks out there the girl are to wear black skinny jeans with a black or white short sleeve crop top shirt, but this waitress has a slit going down the front of her top. "Bring up a bottle of Whiskey and a bucket of ice" I tell her looking back over to the bar.

But by extension, his father was trying to ruin my life, so I wasn’t happy either. We weren’t alone. A tall female stood by the kitchen entry wearing a suit similar to Niko and the two guards I had seen before. There were some people running around the kitchen who I assumed were attendants or other type of staff since they wore the same uniform Elizabeth had worn before, which was different than the suits Niko and the guards wore. There was also a chef busy at the stove cooking my meal. Must be nice to be rich.

they all four said in unison as they stepped forward and looked ahead, not making eye contact with me, "we are your butlers and are honoured to be at your service." At that they all four stepped back into line and another four plump females stepped forward, "good afternoon, madam. We are the four housekeepers," they introduced, freakishly like the butlers- all in unison without making eye contact. "The housekeepers are the undisputed head of the female staff. It is a role which is a huge responsibility and good character is necessary. Our housekeepers are prudent, sensible and honest. You can refer to them as ‘Mrs’ regardless of marital status," Martina explained quickly besides me.

Calla had come to Royal Delicacies straight from work, so she was dressed in business attire. Business attire always looked pretty much the same, so it was rather similar to the uniforms of the wait staff here. The drunk woman must have thought that Calla was a waitress, which was why she had tried to order her around. "I think you've misunderstood, Madam…" "Misunderstood my foot! Do you know who I am? Even Mr. Yale has to treat me respectfully. How dare you disobey my orders?"

The under-butler took a short run towards the third carriage and opened the door. A female stretched out a small ivory white-gloved hand and the under butler accepted it, before helping her out. The girl's appearance was so pleasing to the eyes that it was hard not to appreciate her good looks. Dressed in a vintage corset dress. Her blonde hair was styled in waves, bringing outward her facial features.

But no, she kept smiling. I hated it. The way she dressed also bothered me. Davina always wore a tight uniform. A skirt that hugged the curve of her hips, a white shirt slightly open at the top, low heels that made her walk sway like a model on a runway. I knew she didn't do it on purpose. It was the standard uniform for a head butler in a large house. But I still didn't like it. I was afraid that one day Alexandro would look at her. Not as a subordinate, but as a beautiful woman.

So now, I was handed the uniform I needed to wear when in the kitchen. Every staff here uniforms. The cleaning staff had to wear black frocks whilst the kitchen staff wore the white shirt and black pants. The garden staff wore dungarees and the rest of the staff who looked after the needs of others wore white dresses. I fixed my clothes before following Grace out of my room and down the stairs, making our way to the kitchen. A woman seemingly in her 50's approached me as soon as Grace and I entered the kitchen. "You must be Flora, Mr. Herrington told me about you wanting to help in the kitchen!" she quickly said.

Nita nervously said. From the maid’s words Yaze felt nervous suddenly but didn't know why. Yaze immediately went to her room, she showered and changed to a clean uniform. Her new uniform was different from other female servants. Her uniform has buttons on the front and above the knee length. A little huggy on her body showing her curvy figure. In other words, her uniform was sexy, showing a little of her cleavage Yaze knocked at the door feeling nervous as her hands were sweating.

"Where is the alpha?" Kenji asked the butler, when he took the first step into the Rush Mansion. The young man, dressed in his uniform of black trouser, monkey jacket and a thoroughly pressed white sleeve, bowed to Kenji first. He soon raised his head and plastered a smile on his face. "I am certain he is in his room, beta. Would you like me to usher you there?" The butler asked. Kenji's eyes swept over him shortly, before he shook his head and found his way up the stairs.

a soft, feminine voice called out. I jumped, forcing myself to sit upright, and that was when I saw her. A woman who appeared to be in her late forties stood by the side of the connecting door, with her hand still hovering over it as though she were getting ready to knock on the open door once more. Her greying hair was pulled back in a neat bun. She wore a practical dark uniform with sensible shoes made for long hours on hard floors—one of the maids who tended the Alpha's chambers, by the look of her. The Alpha’s personal maids back in Ironclaw had uniforms similar to hers.