Working next door, as usual, the next day, Jennifer invited me into her private parlour for a little chat.
“I discussed your financial ‘issues’ with Mummy yesterday. You may be surprised to learn that she was impressed with your domestic service the other day. She was planning a ladies’ tea-party this week, but unfortunately, her maid has been called away on family business. Mummy suggested that she might be willing to pay you to serve at her function,” said Jennifer.
“Oh, err, well, that sounds possible, Miss,” I replied.
“There’s just one small detail, Peter. Mummy will require you to dress as a lady’s maid.”
“Oh, no Miss, I’m not into that sort of thing. Not at all!”, I spluttered.
Jennifer slowly crossed her nyloned legs and placed her hand ever so gently on my thigh, sending a most pleasant erotic shock through my body.
“Well… I did tell mummy that I thought you would serve for her. I know this would be asking a lot of you Peter, but I’d be ever so grateful if you’d be Mummy’s maid. As a very special favour for me. Just this once.”
How could I resist!
“Yes, Miss, I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.”
She reached over and planted a big wet kiss on my cheek.
“Excellent, Peter. Now, we need to get you prepared, so, if you could be ready for 12.30 PM, I’ll drive you into town.”
She stood up and shooed me out of her room.
That afternoon I was taken to a special salon, located on an industrial estate I had not visited before. I was introduced to Phoebe, the attractive owner, and taken by her, with Jennifer into a large ‘treatment’ room.
“Now, Peter, first things first. We need to get rid of all that nasty body hair, don’t we?” said Phoebe, “Take off all your clothes, and lie on the treatment table for me. There’s a good boy.”
Reluctantly, I stripped in front of the two ladies and lay on my back, on the table. Phoebe then began rubbing depilation cream into my chest, armpits and legs. “He has pretty legs, doesn’t he, Jennifer?”