Maid Uniform Novels & Stories

Rain. It sure does rain. Of course he had charmed his way into getting me out. But there was no time to think about his flirting now. We reached the back of the house, near the servant quarters. Maria pulled me into a small, cramped room filled with the smell of laundry detergent and old wood. She reached into a closet and pulled out a maid’s uniform. “Put this on,” she said, handing me the clothes. “It’s your disguise. The guards at the gate expect a maid to leave for a morning errand. If you wear this and keep your head down, they won’t look twice.”

she told the maid. The maid hastened, assisting her in removing her simple attire and having it replaced by the dress Radolf had bought. The fabric hugged Reika's body, fitting precisely as if tailored just for her. The style of the gown was one of elegance and authority, a testament that it was something that should not be ignored.

I questioned in a sigh at Vannessa who was just busy tying the strings of the uniform behind her back. The material was in a blue shade and appeared like a refined hospital scrub. It had four pockets. Two pockets at the top corner on each side of the breasts while the other was on the thigh side as front pockets. It was around 2 in the afternoon, and everyone in the pack was busting with activity. The pack house was worst as last minute preparations were ongoing before his arrival which could be anytime. “You know it won't be pretty if Amanda shows up here right?” The maid went on to say in more of a question.

Maman warned because she was sure to be out of breath with Vladimir. "Yes..." Maria was left in front of the mirror again and she unfolded what she was going to wear. It wasn't a seductive dress. It's just a shiny dress and the girl's whole body is not visible. He smiled because he didn't look rude. “I can do it… when my stomach grows, I will stop this job and look for something else. But now, I will enter this temporarily so that I can save immediately."

Marina had shed all her goth makeup, metal accessories, black clothing, and black nail polish in exchange for a blue sundress, nice gold hoop earrings, and curls in her hair. “I noticed most of you were even surprised when she took the stand because you didn’t recognize her without the thick makeup and clothes she used as her armor.”

He challenges, a devilish glint in his eyes at the prospect. Swallowing thickly, attempting to suppressing this arousal awakening inside of me. Somehow, I’ve begun to crave it, my body ached for a release even though I was sore from last night. “Fine.” The maid’s uniform was black and white, a puffy bottom skirt of white laced ruffles. Thick black suspenders that formed a laced corset at my waist, flaring into a skirt atop the original. White bell sleeves and a big black bow situated on my neck. It was ridiculous, making me feel hot and cold at the same time.

They all dress in the uniform, which is beautiful and polite at first sight. The uniforms are deep black, with dresses tailored close to the waist. They wear their own white apron, its bib pinned high at the chest and tied at the back in a bow that rests just above the hips. The sleeves are long, and the round pearl buttons at the cuffs, and their collars are crisp with the black ribbon at the throat. They have their small white cap, holding back their hair. "Agatha Mama, this is our new maid," Jack says, his smile as bright as the sunshine. "Her name is Sarah Raven."

Madame Rachel said, observing Ama’s reaction closely. “You can take a shower if you’d like; the bathroom is through that door,” she added, pointing. Ama remained quiet, aware that her role here was to listen and absorb the new environment. “Your uniform will be kept here,” she said, opening the wardrobe door to reveal a few neatly hung outfits. “You’re expected to wear your uniform at all times.” Ama took a step closer to inspect her new attire—a blend of black and white, and blue and white options, two of each color. It was a stark reminder of her change in status.

They don’t have to wear ties or heels. You’d never mistake a scavenger. Not only do we cluster together in the back rows by the showers, but we’re mismatched. I’m the least eclectic in a rust red sweater Auntie Madwen knitted, a pair of violet leggings from the donation box, and a patchwork skirt that my older sister outgrew when she had her third pup. Nia is wearing a male’s white dress shirt, faded jeans rolled at the ankles, a gray silk vest, and a black fedora with a red feather.

It was exactly two hours later, and Lena stood before the mirror, staring at her reflection. She wasn't dressed in some heavy party gown or a white wedding gown; that made her sigh in great relief. Lena was dressed in an above-the-knee blue, handless gown; she also wore expensive jewellery with her hair held in a bun. “Here, ma’am.” A maid walked in with a glass of juice, and Lena appreciated it. “Can I know how you got the courage to apply for a job as a maid under a mafia?” Lena was so curious; weren't these ladies scared of working for a mafia?