Guys In Maid Outfits Novels & Stories

She's even helping me with mine, teaching me, and stuff. We arrived at my room. I see four young-looking maids—mid-30s—already there. They are trying my clothes on me, topping the hanging dresses on their bodies, and the others complement each other. They put them back in the closet when they saw Beth and me. They start to align beside each other, and with maybe the fakest smile, they welcome me. I also gave a phony grin back at them and went in as they led me to my dresser.

I say while shivering. “Just call me Jin then” he says with a gruff voice that sounds like he smokes a carton of cigarettes a day or more. “Cool and just to warn you, if you start with that whole Miss crap imma turn you into a miss” I say sending a wink Casey’s way and a cheesy smile towards Jin. The maid shoos hem away and helps me change out of my wet clothes and into a pair or sweats and a hoodie. “This is the best I could do giving that your wardrobe has now become target practice” I he younger maid says with a small giggle.

Weird. “You’ll have to dress your sex slave in something with a bit more coverage than that for dinner with Mother, you know,” he said, sounding bored. Was this an everyday occurrence for him? How many men had Keila subjected to this? My whole body started to itch as I wondered if other people had worn this maid outfit before me. ‘Hunter, it’s like the sisterhood of the travelling pants! Only it’s a maid outfit, and you’ve been made to wear it, and it’s actually–’

In turn, the guys decided to follow the local guard’s advice and changed into civilian clothes kindly provided by the Daughters of Rasfata. We went downstairs with Yafi and ordered a hearty dinner for the group, while Kays and Ogis also got themselves ready… And I wasn’t prepared for this… When the men came down from the room, my jaw literally dropped at what I saw. The guards wore slim pants, like our trendy low-rise dark gray jeans, which hugged their legs seductively and showcased their perfectly trained butts.

Groaning, I forced myself out of the massive bed, its lush velvet covering wrapping around me like a suffocating shroud rather than offering the comfort it was meant to provide. When I opened the door, I was met with an unsettling sight—a line of maids standing in perfect formation. Dressed in crisp, identical uniforms, their expressions were indistinguishable masks of subservience. Each maid held hangers aloft like offerings, displaying a kaleidoscope of dresses—casual sundresses dotted with floral patterns, elegant gowns that could steal the spotlight at any gala, alluring outfits designed to entice, and formal attire that radiated sophistication. “Good morning, ma’am,” they chanted in unn

Bree. I stood in the middle of the big apartment, feeling completely lost. The guards had left me here hours ago. Now the sun was setting, and the city lights were starting to shine through the huge windows. A soft knock came on the door. Two maids walked in. They both wore masks, just like everyone else in this place. One of them carried a beautiful red dress. The other held makeup and shoes. “Time to get ready,” the taller maid said quietly. “He will come soon.”

I almost ran out of oxygen when I was with them, it was as if they had emptied it without leaving me to die. I went into my room to clean myself before the sun went down. The maid said that all the clothes for me were available in the wardrobe and I was free to choose whatever I wanted. After I checked what the clothing models were, my eyes wanted to fall out to see a row of sleeveless mini-dresses. There are no ordinary clothes such as T-shirts and trousers. This is too feminine when dealing with a mafia-like him. I stood in front of the wardrobe with my body wrapped in a towel, choosing which dress was suitable to wear at night.

All the girls planned to wear short outfits to torment their husbands. Just like they planned, their husbands have eyes only for their wives. They are gone. Reed is wearing back and black with a black cape He is dressed as a superhero Zoro. Nero is wearing a white shirt with full-length cap sleeves with black slacks. He is going for the retro look. Czar is a robot, while Carlos is Cupid. "I think we should lock these women in our homes. Look how many men are eying them?" Reed commented with possessiveness.

There were two brunettes and one blonde and all three of them wore long brown and skin-colored maid uniforms. They acknowledged her presence by straightening their posture and quickly getting into their work mode. "You're early out of bed, Mistress. How are you feeling now?" the brunette in the middle asked, her gaze moving to the ground as she spoke. Maryam felt weird being given so much extra respect.

Wanting Kaiden as my mate. Kaiden is my bodyguard and our relationship should be nothing more than that. “Come here, maid,” one of the ladies called out to me as I passed by. She was gorgeous as hell, and she hanged out with three more beautiful ladies as her, but she was the prettiest. They giggled as they chattered among themselves. They were all dressed in lovely gowns while me—I was dressed in uniforms as usual. I sucked in my breath and approached them with the tray of drinks in my hands.