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Why the hell did I agree to this? As if it wasn’t bad enough that I went along with my girlfriend’s crazy idea to go to that party dressed as the opposite sex and put up with all those stares, jokes, and other crap. But no. Damn it, we just had to win the “Best Couple Costume” contest on top of that. That was pure hell. I had to go up on stage, smile through my shame, and joke around like I wasn’t dying inside. Especially pretending I didn’t care that my friends were now going to tease me about this for the next year.

Ugh. Mia. At least it was finally over. Just had to get home now. Thank God there was no one else at the bus stop — otherwise I’d have ripped all this off right here and now. Better to be naked than spend another minute in this damn dress.

I shivered as a cool breeze brushed under my skirt, making the hem flutter, and I crossed my arms tighter over my chest. The garter stockings were rubbing against the skin above my knees, each strap biting unpleasantly into my thighs, reminding me just what kind of stupid outfit I was stuck in.

— Ha! — came Mia’s voice from beside me, dripping with smug satisfaction. — Told you our costumes would be a hit!

I let out a long sigh, wincing as if her words physically hurt to hear.

— Yeah, a “hit,” right… — I muttered, shifting from one foot to the other. — If by “hit” you mean public humiliation, then yeah, dead-on.

Mia laughed and casually threw her arm around my shoulder.

— Oh, don’t be such a buzzkill, Chris. It was fun! Did you see Stephanie’s and Miles’s faces? They were so pissed!

— Yeah, I noticed, — I grumbled, rolling my eyes. — Probably because it didn’t occur to them to turn me into a joke.

Mia snorted with laughter, and I hunched my shoulders even more. Of course she was having fun. All she had to do was wear a suit and tie — she looked like a damn model from a poster. But me…

— Come here, my cutie, — Mia suddenly said, and I felt her hand slide around my waist. The next moment, her soft breasts were pressed right up against me.

I flinched. She was so close I could feel her breath on my ear — warm, with a hint of wine and something sweet, like caramel.

— Mia, not now… — I muttered, feeling my ears burn and the pressure building between my legs. Honestly, I was just glad I was wearing a skirt and not pants right now.

— Oh, come on, Chris, — she whispered, her voice laced with playful teasing that sent a chill down my spine. — You looked absolutely… stunning. I think I’m starting to get why rich guys like “Mr. Blake” keep maids around.

I swallowed hard. She pressed even closer, and I could feel the lace collar digging into my neck, the tight corset keeping me from taking a full breath. My body ached from all this costume nonsense, but the moment her hand slid lower, down toward my thigh, everything inside me started pulsing in a completely different way.

— Mia… — I breathed out, not sure if I wanted to push her away or pull her closer.

— What? — she smirked, locking eyes with me. — You’re my lovestruck little maid, and I can do whatever I want with you, isn’t that right? — her words came out with such bold confidence that for a moment, I was completely speechless...Full story (16 000 characters - 5 parts) is open to subscribers here or on Patreon