Female Butler Uniform Novels & Stories

Olga stared at me with pure adoration waving in her eyes. She pursed her lips together but the warmth of her smile was still very visible on her lips as she nodded her head to me, telling me that that's exactly what we are going to do. "Faye?" She called. A few seconds later. The female butler of the house came out with a white Himalayan Birkin that she was holding as if her whole life depended on it. One scratch and things are over for her.

Seeing as not every girl got accepted. "Now that you've arrived, would you all please introduce yourself to you fellow competitors" someone else said, he was wearing a black and white butler's outfit that made him look like a flamingo with his lanky build. It took all my will power for me not to burst out into laughter. "Hello everyone" one of the girls said in what I would describe as a whisper, she had a slender build, that three inch waist with the perfect face to go along with it. She was dressed simply but elegantly like she woke up looking as ravishing as she did

Gerald and Kayla look at the pretty blue-eyed girl who stands beside Butler Thomas bending her head. Kayla clears her throat for Hazel to raise her head. “And your name?” She asked for Hazel to swallow hard. “Hazel” she responded. “Wait, if you are a maid, why do you dress in such a fine dress? Kayla asked walking around Hazel who squeezed her lips. “Boss said she should be in a nice dress as she will be taken care of his room” the butler quickly said.

I forgot she doesn't have a uniform yet. After the butler Fotune returned to the kitchen, seeing the butler Fotune, Violet quickly bowed: - Good morning butler Fotune, please teach me more today. Butler Fotune just smiled and handed Violet a bag and said: - Take it! - What is this butler Fotune? - This is your uniform, all maids in the villa must wear uniforms. Now, Hurry up and change your clothes and come back here, we will start your first official working day.

The butler nodded and left to call for the two people who had been made to wait in the hall. The girl was tall and beautiful with her facial feature resembling Scarlet, but she looked a bit older. Her hair was shades of green and golden reaching till her lumbar vertebrae. She wore tight-fitting black jeans paired with high heels and a long gown over the top hugging and revealing her curves. Her green eyes kept roaming here and there in the hall.

We gathered to the center of the field, everyone's weapons and masks dissolved with every step. "That was fun," said the arnis dude lunging at his companions. "Allow us to introduce ourselves," interrupted the guy in a butler uniform. "I am Hugo, Lady Maura's personal butler." Butler? I never thought you can be a butler at a young age. He looked like he was in his mid-20's. "This is Pietro, Lady Maura's personal driver," he gestured to the arnis dude who stuck out his tongue and did a rockstar pose. "This is Ruby, Lady Maura's personal maid," he turned to the lady archer with bangs who bowed for us. "And this is Erika, the house chef," the swordsman err... swordswoman? stepped forward and ga

I asked quietly. The butler hesitated, then spoke. “You will address Mr. king properly. You will follow instructions without question. You will not leave the estate unless permitted. And you will work.” “Work?” I echoed. “Yes,” he said. “You are part of the domestic staff.” The word staff burned. Before I could protest, a woman entered carrying folded clothes. She dropped them onto the bed without ceremony. “Uniform,” she said flatly. “Change. You start now.”

But what can be done, Farrah's butler has already approved Sophia to work. "Woaaa Mom, the clothes are so cute! Do all the servants wear clothes like this?" "Yes, dear. All servants are required to wear this uniform. Do you like it?" asked the mother, justifying the bandana on her daughter's head. Sophia looks cute when wearing it with two pigtails. "Of course I like it, Mom. I'm getting more enthusiastic about working. But why do Mom's clothes look different?" "This uniform is tailored to age, dear. Where could mom wear the same uniform as you, it's a bit inappropriate." Emily chuckled softly, the uniform she was wearing was indeed more secretive than her daughter's.

“And yet, you’re still here.” The butler took a step forward, his face unreadable. “As we have stated, madam, we serve the master of the house. Not you.” Ayra let out a quiet breath. She had expected this. “Fine,” she said smoothly. “If you won’t leave willingly, then I’ll make you.” At her cue, the front doors swung open. A group of people stepped inside, dressed in crisp serving uniforms, their expressions neutral. They were a stark contrast to the household staff, who stiffened at the sight of them.

But I didn't question the butler and instead nodded gratefully, "Okay, thank you." He nodded and was about to leave when a young lady about my age stepped out from a room across from us. She was tall, brunette, and dressed in an elegant sequin dress. She was rather beautiful, so I couldn't help looking at her. Also, I noticed she looked like Tristan. I could easily tell she was his family. She seemed to have noticed us looking at her as she turned to look our way. The butler immediately greeted, "Miss Bethany, you're back."