NEIGHBOR AND MAID 3

Laura's cheeks reddened as she smiled sheepishly. "It's for a
party...," she said quickly, but the women seemed to ignore her remarks
and spoke between them selves.

Laura just stood there wondering what was in store for her that
afternoon. Millie motioned her to follow her into the kitchen,
where she explained that these women were important 'society
aequaintances' of hers.

"We cannot afford to offend them. Please stay in role and play along,"
she asked, or was it not really a question?

"Laura, play the dutiful maid part no matter what you are told to do.
Make it seem that you 'are' my maid. If they think that
you are here just parading around for me in that skimpy costume, these
women could tell stories something awful if they were
offended - maybe that you and I are lesbians!"

Laura was stunned by Millie's words, but since she didn't want
to risk any repurcussions, especially that Rob would hear such a story,
she told Millie that she would play along. It will be
good practice for the party she rationalized.

So the scene was set with Laura in her tantalizing, sexy costume with
three attractive and obviously well dressed women. Laura
served them beverages while they were chatting and appraising
her the whole time. With a little coaching from Millie and the
occasional raised eyebrow from her guests when she had a slip-up in her
'maid demeanor', Laura quickly became quite the efficient maid servant.

"Yes, Mrs. Jenkins. Of course, Mrs. Ling. Right away, Millie."

"Mrs. Helper, dear," Millie corrected.

"Yes, Mrs. Helper."

Referring to her friend and neighbor as 'Mrs. Helper' caused a
tinge of color in her cheeks. When Millie whispered in her ear
to be sure and curtsie each time she entered and left the room,
she almost burst out in anger, but dutifully, she complied.

Laura announced "Lunch is served" as she placed on high heel behind the
other and daintily bent her nylon covered knees. The women came into
the dining room while Laura brought in the first course. She was
careful to curtsie each time she entered or
departed the room. Millie entered the kitchen briefly to
instruct her on what food had been prepared and what dishes to
use.

Alone in the kitchen, Laura suddenly realized how hungry she
was, and as the thought crossed her mind Laura picked one of the meat
slices from its symmetrical pattern on the serving dish and swiftly ate
it. As Laura later served that dish, Millie raised
her eyebrows and eyed her. "You've been
stealing food," she accused.

The color drained from Laura's face. Lynne and Carole looked at
her with condescending, if amused smiles on their facts. Laura
nodded, wishing she could retreat from the room.

"Are you hungry, dear?" she asked.

"Yes," Laura replied.

"Yes, Ma'am," she scolded.

"Yes, Ma'am," Laura said hesitantly, fidgiting on her high heels.

"Well, since this course will take us awhile, why don't you get some
nourishment by lapping Carole's pussy? That should keep
your mouth occupied for a few minutes," Lynne said, "Carole would like
that, wouldn't you dear?"

The Oriental woman smiled and nodded. Laura stood as if dumb
struck.

"Come on, Laura, get yourself down under the table or we'll be finished
before you do your work."

"Come over here first," Lynne said, "Scoop out one of those delicious,
bouncing boobs, I'd like to taste one as an
appetizer."

Laura was horror struck at what she was being told to do. As if
in a daze she stumbled on her high heels to stand before Mrs.
Jenkins. "Show me your boobs!" the blonde woman ordered. "Do you need
some help?"