Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Steamy Stories
"Tash, I can't afford that."
"It's a gift," she said, shoving it into my hands. "Consider it an investment in your new career." She winked. "Now let's find some stockings to go with it."
The next morning, I put on the lingerie underneath my ugly maid uniform. The black lace felt like a secret weapon against my skin. The bustier pushed my breasts up, creating a deep, dramatic cleavage that the three open buttons of my dress would now perfectly frame. The garter straps clipped to sheer black stockings that ended in a lacy band mid-thigh. And for the final touch, a tiny black lace thong that was more decorative than functional. I felt… different. I felt dangerous.