Gojo Maid Outfit Novels & Stories

I put my phone aside, eventually and carefully peeled off my blouse and jeans as I squeezed my body into the maid uniform. Ever since I started earning money from Dominic, I started to gain a few pounds and bits of flesh in the right places, so the maid uniform started to fit me less and less. If I had continued to earn that type of case from him, by the following week, the uniform would be ripping, and it would be much harder to get on.

I thought he was going to yell but then he continued down the stairs, past the mess, past me, and out through the front doors without a word. I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. The maid beside me exhaled too. "You're lucky," she whispered, barely audible. "Lucky how?" She shook her head quickly and went back to sweeping, like she'd already said too much. *** On the sixth day, the young maid who had almost smiled at me in the hallway sat across from me at the staff table at lunch. Her name was Rina. Twenty years old. Two years at the estate.

labas sa ilong na pahayag niya. "Maybe yes, maybe no." Lumabas na si Joy mula sa banyo. Nakasuot na ito ng itim na one piece bathing suit na pinatungan ng denim shorts. Kahit may anak na, may kurba pa rin ang katawan, naalala niya tuloy ang kaibigang si Paloma. Dahil naka-itim na si Joy, ang pulang two piece na lang ang isinuot niya para hindi sila magkaterno.

I winked at him. Leo’s smile went up to his ears. He seemed delighted by my proposition. He excused himself shortly after, and I took that as my cue to get dressed and assess what needed to be done on the floor. The maid’s dress fit my body perfectly. It was a button-down dress, making me feel prettier than when I wore my old lace-up dress. The collar and bottom sleeves were white lace, and my apron complimented the entire ensemble nicely.

Then he glance at the other folded set, pajamas? “What the hell?!” The others walked down the stairs and get to the terrace. Liyanna and Hailey saw Jiwoon wearing a tuxedo, Karin wearing a panda jacket and shorts, then Shang Huanyi wearing a cheongsam (Chinese style dress). “Where’s the others?” Liyanna asked looking around the room she was wearing a suit same of what Elena wears that totally make her look like an FBI agent. “We don’t know when I get here Karin and Jiwoon are already here” Huanyi answered feeling a sudden burst of need to comply.

She turns the nob for the shower and hops in, letting the hot water flow down her face and body. Back in the room area, the maidens lay her clothes on the bed, making sure her silky pink gown with red roses was pinned straight, with no wrinkle or ruffle in sight. A small red half jacket sits right next to her 7-layered Hanbok dress and the maidens also begin setting up her vanity with hair ties, a blow dryer, and a requested deep conditioner from the Young Master, Kris.

"But let me make something very clear. I hate gold diggers. Even if my brother is practically useless and it would be good entertainment watching him fall for someone, I still won't stand by and watch him become prey to people like you." "I'm just here to work," I said evenly, meeting her gaze. "That's all." "Looking like that?" Her eyes dragged over my dress with open disdain. "Your dress is too short and revealing, anf you claim you are here to work?” I glanced down. My dress hit just above my knees—perfectly modest by any reasonable standard. "From now on," she continued, "you'll wear long dresses or skirts that cover your legs completely. And shirts with higher necklines. Do you understa

Both Jo and Nick are part of my mafia organization. “Good. Inform me when it arrives, I already have someone who is interested in buying the weapons!.” “Okay boss!.” Jo answered. We all continue drinking and chatting. I look over to the dance floor and that is when I notice her. She is wearing a short lava red dress that hugged tight like a second body. The back of the dress is entirely open leaving her bare. She is also wearing red heels and red lipstick. She looks like a real seductress. Although there is something about her that screams “innocent”. The girl is about 5.5 feet which can be considered short to my height of 6.1.

I opened the laptop to continue the pending work that required my attention. [Knock! Knock!!Knock!!] "Come in", I muttered The doorknob turned, and Jojo walked in holding a tray of dessert cakes and orange juice in her hand as she approached me with a warm smile gracing her lips. Jojo is the oldest maid in the mansion.

“Girl, listen. You are gorgeous, I mean fucking gorgeous.. all you gotta do is some makeover, roll your hair, wear something feminine for once and sway those bubbly ass like your mama taught ya.” I groaned. “You know I can’t even roll my hair.” “That’s why you got maids now. Use them!” Before I could clap back, I heard footsteps. “JoJo, I gotta go.” I hung up quickly. The door opened and Clara, the maid I clearly got fond of, entered with armfuls of shopping bags. “Um, wrong room?” I said, pointing. She smiled. “No, miss. These are yours. New clothes, shoes, accessories. Everything for your new lifestyle.”