I decide to test out my new uniform by “cleaning” around the apartment, exaggeratedly dusting and vacuuming as I saunter from room to room. I can’t help but imagine a man watching me, his eyes roving over my body as I work, his cock stiffening in his pants. Fuck, I’ve never felt so powerful, so desirable.
As I “dust” the coffee table, I let my apron strings fall loose, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of my cleavage. I “accidentally” bend over to pick up a discarded sock, giving my ass a perfect view of the lace trim on my stockings. I can feel my juices building, my pussy aching to be filled.
Suddenly, I hear a knock at the door. I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest. Could it be? Someone responding to my ads for a “maid service”? I take a deep breath, smoothing out my skirt and apron, and make my way to the door.
When I open it, I’m greeted by my best friend, Mike, who’s standing there with a bag of takeout in his hand. “Hey, didn’t you order Chinese last night?” he asks, looking at me curiously