Ding dong! Sam walks to the front door as he mumbles under his breath, "Not sure I have ever heard my own doorbell before." He straightens his shirt and tie, double checking his pants and shoes. Day one with my new partners in marketing, he says to himself with fake optimism, how exciting. He opens the door to what looks like a set of twins. Both ladies are wearing light blue dresses that button from the collar to the waist. Their belts are black and almost too thin to be useful. Their collars are white, as is the hem on the bottom of their dresses and the edges of their short-sleeves. They both have black hair, that is some sort of bee-hive shape. He smiles to them as they both smile back, "Hello, Mr Sam, we are Maggie."

Sam coughs slightly, "Uh, sure...hello...come on in...Maggie?" The ladies walk in, almost in unison. Their skin tone is a touch above pale, making their black pumps stand out against their legs. Their red lipstick is quite bright, but the rest of their make-up is subtle. Again, they reply in unison, "Thank you!" They both stand by the front door as he closes it. They have not made a move to go anywhere else.

"This is where we will work each day. My Zoom room is behind that curtain, my kitchen and office over here to the right. If you need the bathroom, it is back through the room on the left." They continue to stand there, until he remembers something he was supposed to say first. "Oh, uh, we are ALL ALONE."

At that phrase, both of the ladies slump noticeably. He had not observed how stiffly they were standing. "About time, Jack," the one Maggie states, "You know how hard it is to keep that up?" The other starts to talk in a language he cannot even understand. His facial expression must have begged the next statement, "We are under contract to never break character...never in the public eye. Not easy but it works. Call us Maggie, but you will only want to talk to me. The other Maggie does not speak any English." Sam turns to her with a strange look, causing her to begin talking again very animatedly with a smile. Sam smiles and nods, still having no clue what she said.

"Well, it is...uh, nice...to meet you both. Let's go into the Zoom room so I can show you our first set-up." The three of them walk in to see Queen in a white tuxedo with a light blue bow tie and cummerbund. Queen's dark skin tone looks completely opposite to Maggie's. He explains that this is Agent Q, a top secret spy from the 50's. Maggie will be the evil robots out to stop her from saving the world. "So, I know this may sound odd, but...are you poseable as mannequins?"

Maggie responds with, "Nope, we are not to be posed any other way once we have started the meeting...contract rules." Sam questions why that was in there, just as he questions why is he bothering to include them. This is just a waste of time and money. "Fair enough," he says instead, "Then if I can have one of you on each of her arms. We will have you putting your hand on Agent Q's shoulder, like you might whisper something, and then you can put your arm through hers, like you are being escorted. Okay?"

Maggie nods her head. "Yeah, that sounds real good, except we don't have those poses. You only get what we have practiced." She says something to the other Maggie, who then starts whispering to herself. Sam watches her movements stiffen, as she starts to pose herself like she is walking with a purse, perhaps, slung over her arm. She looks to her left, as her smile fades and a blank stare replaces it. Sam stands there, waiting for more, when the first Maggie states, "See? We only practice certain poses, so you can only have what we have." Sam puts his head in his hands, unable to hide his displeasure, "Oh, why is this happening...so how many poses do you have?"

Maggie states, "I got the 'walking with a bag' like her, and I also have 'leaning back to see' pose." Before she can continue, Sam hears a chime from his computer. "Great...perfect...okay, do that now and make it quick. We got customers on the line." He hears her start to whisper to herself, something about 'still' and 'hold'. He grabs a black bag from his prop box and begins to move Queen. Looping the bag on Maggie's arm, he moves Queen on her stand to look like she is taking the bag from Maggie, while the other Maggie is leaning back, looking the other way, as if she is trying not to be noticed. He moves to turn on the meeting, not looking at his set-up, as it just pains him to be doing this.

The meeting goes poorly, as he could never get the agents online to realize the ladies in blue were mannequins as props, and that he was selling Agent Q in the suit. He corrected them so many times, that he lost track of the time, and the meeting ended abruptly when it timed out. He slumps down on the couch, defeated from the day already. Closing his eyes, he says out loud while rubbing his hands over his face, "Revive...revive...revive." As he finishes saying the last 'revive', both Maggies begin to move again. The one says something, to which the other replies, "Down the hall on the left."

Sam holds in his heavy sigh, and asks, "So, do these key words actually mean anything?" Maggie replies, "Oh yes, that is a signature trademark of Still Life. That have a patented technique to making sure each model is as lifeless as possible." Sam nods his head, "So that is what you are whispering to yourself then?" Straightening out her dress with her gloved hands, she replies, "Yep, we basically sing ourselves to sleep. We chant: still hold 'til I'm told, three times, including the name of the pose we want in between each phrase. The 'revive' three times breaks the spell, if you will. Obviously, we can break it if we need to in case of an emergency."

Sam replies, "Interesting," while in his head he says, these ladies are nuts. They've been brainwashed into thinking what they are doing makes good sense. I'm not sure if I feel pity or anger towards them for doing this. And as bad as that last meeting went, he tells himself, I'm not even interested in doing the other two scheduled ones.

As the other Maggie comes back in, chatting about something, Sam gets up to get ready again. "Yeah, I think it went well, too," Maggie replies to Maggie. Sam cannot hold his heavy sigh in this time. The Maggies notice and look at him. He then says, "Nothing...nothing...just thinking about the rest of my day after lunch." Sad to say, I'm actually looking forward to putting on a dress if it gets me out of this.

The rest of the morning goes just as bad as the first one, with the mannequins doing literally nothing. They seem nice enough, but he cannot figure out how to use them yet. As with the first meeting, the next two went the same as most of the conversation was about the mannequins, rather than Agent Q. He tries to keep them talking, learning as much as he can about Still Life. There has got to be a better way to use them.

The next day, Idi comes through his door that he left unlocked. She does a double take as she closes the door. Right next to the door are two ladies dressed identically. They are standing completely still, both leaning back and turning their head to the left. Their outfits look like something out of the past, with their powder blue, knee-length dresses. Their hair style also looks like something from the past. She wants to touch them, to make sure they are real, but she is not sure what they would do.

Sam comes in from behind the curtain, "Hey, Idi, what do you think of my new coat racks?" His smile tells her that he is joking, so she replies, "Well, they are certainly a matching set. Is this your new idea?" Sam nods his head, "Yeah, I found they use some sort of hypnotic trigger. Once I learned it, I spoke it to them as soon as they came in the door. They've been standing like that for 2 hours." Idi reaches out her hand, asking silently if she can touch them. Sam nods and smiles, "Sure, sure...they say they cannot hear or feel anything while a mannequin. I figure if you punch them or something painful, they will feel it once they wake up." Idi shrugs her shoulders, lightly touching their hair, then feeling the material of the dresses.

Sam goes into the kitchen to look at his lunch options. "You want a sandwich or something? Mom dropped off a couple last night." Idi slowly unbuttons one of the Maggie's dresses, just to take a peak. Huh, she thinks, she wears a control bra to lessen her bust size, I wonder if the other does. Leaving the one partially exposed, she unbuttons the other's dress. "Uh, no, I'm good. I'll stop on my way back to work." She can hear him close the fridge, as she gets a peak at the other Maggie. Well now, she has a push-up one because hers are smaller. Lifting her dress, she can see that her underwear is slightly padding her hips. Checking the other Maggie, Her's are much tighter and pulling her in. "Wow," she mumbles to herself, "They really thought of everything."

"Idi!" Sam scolds her as he walks back in with a sandwich in hand. Idi drops Maggie's skirt and stands up quickly. "I wasn't doing anything," she says awkwardly, "Just checking to see how they make themselves look so identical." Sam shakes his head in disbelief, "You are such a little pervert, you know that," he says jokingly. "But to your point, I did ask about that. They have incredible restrictions on size and shape of the women and men that they use, and as you have already seen, they have other outfit accessories to help them."

As he continues to eat, he asks, "Would you mind buttoning them back up? I'd like to get them out the door." As she buttons them back up, she asks, "Aren't they going to be mad since you did not put them on screen today?" Sam shakes his head with a mouth full of ham and cheese, "Nope, Maggie gets paid by the job, so as long as she shows up to the site and becomes a mannequin, they have fulfilled their contractual obligation." Idi nods her head as she smooths out their dresses. "Done!"

"Revive...revive...revive," Sam says as Idi watches on. Both Maggie's start moving, then they stretch long, bending over afterwards. "Must have been a long session," Maggie says, to which the other replies something in her foreign language. Sam decides to jump right in, "Great work today, Maggie. You are all done for the day!" Both Maggies shake out their arms and legs. One of the Maggies digs out a piece of paper from their purse. She hands it to Sam to sign, which he does quickly. Maggie smiles and they leave without another word.

After the door closes, Idi asks, "Are they like that all the time?" As Sam nods, she continues, "That is just a little creepy, don't you think? It is like they are the same person, but not." As Sam shrugs, she adds one more, "I'll bet they are robots or something...can't be human." He chuckles at that and says while putting his plate on the counter, "Come on, sci-fi girl, I need you help. My new body shaper came in and I think I'll need an extra set of hands this first time I use it."

Back in his bedroom, which has not been reset as the demonstration room yet, he has the body shaper on his bed. Idi picks it up as she walks in. "Woah, this is heavier than I thought," she exclaims. He nods, "Yeah, I paid a little extra for the feel and skin tone, so I guess that is why." Holding it up to him, she states, "So it covers from your butt to your chest only?" He nods, "Yeah, the full body ones were 3 times the price, and I did not want to worry about the mask. Besides, those suits can take up to an hour to put on and take off."

Idi shrugs her shoulders as he strips down. Looking over at him, she says, "Good thing I'm not interested in guys, because you might be a fun ride." Blushing slightly, he replies, "Hey now, you are here to help not criticize or grope." He says the last part as she tries to pinch his butt cheek. She giggles as he steps into the suit. He wiggles his way up the "shorts", taking an extra moment to put his manhood in the sleeve. With a final tug, his hips get a little wider and his butt gets a lift. "Okay, now you wrap the top around my waist and hold the chest in place." As Idi helps him, she asks, "Where's the zipper?" He replies, "That's the cool part. You use a hair dryer to activate it, so it basically shrink wraps to your skin. When you want to take it off, a cold shower and it relaxes." Idid nods her head, "That is pretty sweet." Seeing the hair dryer on the dresser she turns it on, as he holds his new chest up to his old one. "The instructions say to start at the bottom, otherwise the chest might be uneven." Idi chuckles at that, "Well, we certainly don't want you 'uneven'," as she playfully spanks his new butt.

Sam cannot feel the heat at first, but then he notices a tightness around his hips. He can then literally feel his butt cheeks rising up, as the suit gives him a more feminine shape there. As Idi moves to the front, he then feels the more uncomfortable compression of his...uh...his...ugh, that is really...really...tight. "You okay?" Idi asks. "Yeah," he says with a groan, "This suit is just...much....tighter...down there than...the other one." Patting him on the shoulder, she continues to work her way around him. He can feel his waist being pulled in from the suits constriction around his midriff. In fact, he can almost hear the back of suit "zipping" up as she applies the heat back there. Soon his smooth chest is covered with a new chest that is much larger, and definitely heavier.

"Done!" Idi says while turning off the hair dryer. Sam stretches a bit, moving around some. "Well?" Sam replies, "I think it is attached properly. I mean, it certainly feels more natural than the last one. Idi winks at him, "It certainly looks more natural than the last one." They both chuckle at that. "Okay, I'll finish getting dressed. Thanks for the help!" Idi says with a wink, "Anything for a 'girlfriend'...you have fun today, but not too much fun." Sam puts on the matching bra and panties, noting that it really does feel better when the bra is fitted on them right. His dress is more form fitting with a lower neck line, showing some of his new cleavage. As he turns to get his wig, he sees Idi in the hallway watching him. She is mostly behind the doorway, so as he starts to say something, he decides to leave it alone.

Make-up applied, wig hooked on, and a few pieces of fake jewelry, "she" is ready. As he walks to the front door, she snaps her fingers: shoes. Walking back into the bedroom, he pulls out a stack of boxes from the closet. Let's go with some height today...maybe something a bit shiny, since my dress is not flashy. Stepping in the black pair, "she" gains a few inches. She finds the shoes force her to walk slower and more provocative. While this is not a requirement for her role, it is encouraged from the training sessions she sat in on. She's got two more to sit through before she is fully certified as a hostess.

Looking around the room, Sam had gotten the bed ready for her, as well as putting away his things. For a man, he is pretty tidy. "Me," she says outloud, "Sam is me...I am Sam. Maybe I'm too good of an actress...I mean, actor." The knock at the front door draws him back to his job. He slowly walks to the front door, smoothly out his gold-colored dress. Following the Youtube video on voice changing, he starts compressing his diaphragm. He alters his breathing slightly, and then he feels the slight shift in his posture. Opening the door, the soft, smooth feminine voice says, "Mr Eastman, so good to see you again." For the first time ever, he notices her and smiles genuinely. "Samantha, you look fabulous today." As she closes the door behind him, she replies, "Oh, thank you, Mr Eastman. I thought I would dress up a bit more for you today." Samantha knows that look, and realizes that it is probably the first time she has been "undressed by a man". Slowly pulling his gaze back up to her eyes, he adds, "Please, call me, DB." Samantha smiles, "Well, DB, what are you wanting to see today?"

The rest of the week went better than he expected. Each morning, he would ambush the Maggies as they walk in. He leaves them there while he goes about his real business. He signs their "time of service" paper, and they leave without saying more than two words to him. With a little practice, he is able to get his body shaper on by himself right after lunch. In the afternoons, Samantha has gotten more compliments on her clothes than ever before. In fact, several of the men have carried on real conversations with her while they were there. In fact, she got more 5-star ratings this week than any week prior. Who knew, he chuckles to himself softly, that a little wiggle and jiggle could get her noticed...uh, I mean, get me noticed. It is ironic though, he says while taking a cold shower to remove the suit, that for me to get all the attention that I want from a guy, I have to look like a curvy, sexy woman. "That has got to be the definition of irony, right?" He mumbles to himself as he can feel the suit loosening its grip on his body.

With a solid rhythm for work, now he just needs to find that for his social life. His weekdays have a tight schedule that he can keep, so far. Antoine has been out of town on business, so even though he says he wants a second date, they have not had one. Unfortunately, Carl and mom have not had that problem. Not that he would admit to minding it, but she does not visit as much as she used to. If I ask, she will come over to sew up a costume, which usually gets me a dinner and some lunch options in my fridge. But Carl is enjoying spending time with her, so they are going out way too often. There is no reason for them to spend 5 or 6 evenings together during the week. They cannot have that much in common, or that much to talk about. While Sam would never admit this, he is a bit jealous. She is my mom, and she is supposed to be taking care of me.

Deciding he could be fun too, he gets dressed to go out. There's a couple of bars on the other end of town he has not been to in a while. He can go there, meet some guys, and have some fun. He does not have to sit at home on the weekend waiting for his mom to call or text. "Sam can be fun, too," he says loudly while standing in his empty kitchen wearing black socks, plaid boxers, and stained white tank top. Looking at himself, he mumbles softer, "I can be fun, too."

When Sam wakes up, he is slumped on a park bench. His clothes are wet from the dew, and he shivers from the lack of a coat. Looking around, he is disoriented about how he got into the park.Looking at his clothes, they look rather rumpled like he had been working out in them. Holding his pounding head, he thinks, no, not working out...dancing. He stands up as the world spins quickly around him. Steadying himself on the bench, he see some cans in the grass. Drinks...shots...no, cans...pop 'em and drop 'em...ow, my head is pounding. He closes his eyes and mumbles, "How many did I drop?" Staggering slightly, he stumbles to the garbage can. Oh, I think I had...

When he wakes up again, he is next to the garbage can. Too many, he thinks painfully, I drank too many. Steadying himself again, he works his way down the sidewalk. The Sun has not thought too seriously about coming up, but Sam can tell it is lighter than it was the last time he was conscious. He starts to piece together the evening at the one bar, and then the other bar, and then the other bar. Oh, he says stopping to catch his bearings, why did I keep going?

Faces of people swim around in front of him, but none come into focus. Maybe it will come back once I get home and take a shower and something for my headache. He eventually finds his car, parked in the grass near the parking lot. The keys are still in the ignition, so he did not lose them. When he sits down, he notices something is not right. Why is my underwear so uncomfortable? Shifting in the seat, he quickly realizes: he is not wearing any underwear. Wait, I always wear...so, why don't I...his stomach lurches a bit more, so he opens the door to not mess up his car.

When he wakes up again, he is laying next to his open car door. He can hear the chiming of the car, reminding him that the keys are still in the ignition and the door is open. The Sun is already coming up, and he can hear noises of people and machines around him. Sitting up, he then crawls into his car, closing the door. He looks around and does not notice anyone looking at him, but then, his vision has not come into complete focus yet. Starting the car, he begins his slow journey home. As he gets closer to his home, he comes to two very important realizations. One, he is never gonna be able to remember anything that happened last night. And two, he is never doing that again.

For the first time in a long time, Sam looks forward to Monday morning. His weekend did not go as planned, and he is thankful that no one he knows...knows. Well, he tells himself, he does not think anyone he knows is aware, but then he is not sure who he saw Friday night and Saturday morning. That whole day after is sort of blurry, too. Shaking his head, flinging water on the shower walls, he continues to dry himself off as he gets ready for a new week. I don't know, he says to himself with a smile, I got a feeling about this week. That low-low weekend might have been just what I needed. Time for Sam to take back his life!

He only has one Zoom call this morning, so he wonders if Maggie will come or not. As he drinks his third cup of coffee, he is surprised by the knock at his door. Huh, he thinks, Maggie only rings the doorbell. Shrugging his shoulders, he sits down his coffee and opens his front door. What he sees is not what he expected!

Standing there is a rather tall man, wearing a yellow polo, khaki pants, and some fancy looking loafers. His blonde hair looks almost plastic from the gel he has in it. His face and smile and teeth look...well, they look perfect. "Greetings, sir! Are you the one and only Sam Seels?" The man's voice booms and echoes in the hallway. Sam nods and steps aside as the new guy walks in stiffly. "I am Ken from Still Life."

Assuming that, Sam quickly closes the door and says, "ALL ALONE." Ken stops smiling and slumps noticeably as he replies, "Good...that whole 'Still Life' act can be exhausting." Sam smiles, "So, I've heard. You are helping me today?" Ken nods, "Yep, there is only one meeting today, so they sent me alone." Sam nods, "Well, bathroom is through the last room on the left, and I have some bottled water in the fridge. All of my Zoom meetings are behind this curtain, and we enter over here."

Pulling back the curtain, Ken and Sam enter. Ken whistles loudly, "Wow, now that is a perfect body!" Sam would agree that Pamela is just about perfect in looks. Her blonde hair is braided today (thanks to his mom working on it last week) and she is wearing an outfit that would look proper on a tennis court. Her short pleated skirt is white and made from a dry-fit material. Her top is pink, stretchy-tight, and has a small white collar. She has on wrist bands, a head band, and her white tennis shoes almost seem to sparkle in the lighting.

"I've got a pose that you might like to use," Ken says, "It is the coat over the shoulder look. I could hold a tennis racket and be right behind her, looking like 'I've got what you need'." Sam is stunned. First, he did not expect this guy to have much personality, and second, he did not expect him to have a good idea. Maggie seems to care little for her job or doing anything creatively. When Sam does not answer, Ken continues, "But, that is just an idea...didn't know if you already had a plan."

Sam shakes his head, "Actually, I have a plan, BUT it is not as good as yours. Let's try it." So, the two of them who had just met each other, work together to make a playful, yet tasteful scenario that will showcase Pamela (who Sam will call 'Barbie' today) and keep Ken as a perfect background support. Needless to say, the Zoom meeting went perfectly. Ken's idea made him less of a talking point than 'Barbie', and Sam found he was able to accomplish his agenda for the meeting. One thing that was to Sam's benefit: Luvdll does not offer male products...yet.

With the meeting over, Sam and Ken stand back in the 'harem' room, discussing inventory. Ken admits he knows very little about Luvdll, just as Sam knows very little about Still Life. Their conversation is professional, and Sam finds it appealing to have another guy he can talk creatively with. Not to mention, he is easy on the eyes. Sam wants to ask more personal questions, but he does not want to press his luck. Besides, Ken has to get going, as he has another appointment at a convention center just after lunch. As Sam closes the door in goodbye, he sends a quick text to Idi, requesting Ken be assigned to him from now on. I don't know if I can do that, Sam thinks as he sends it, but it is worth a try.

Deciding it might be easier to get suited up now, he decides to transition to Samantha early. He also wanted to try out a costume-roleplay idea today. He knows two of the guys coming today, as they schedule the same time every week on the same day. Supposedly, they are agents representing various actors in Hollywood. What tips him off that it is all a lie, is that they both claim to represent the exact same people, yet they say they do not know each other personally. Maybe only one of them is lying, but Sam thinks they both are. They are looking for an "excuse" to be coming weekly, and as long as they pay the bill, Sam does not really care as to their motives. Corporate frowns on personal use, but both of these guys have "legitimate" agencies, with business cards and everything else. So as far as Corporate knows, they are business men doing business, which is good for their numbers.

Sam puts on the body shaping suit, which goes on easier each time. It is still uncomfortable when it seals his manhood, but he finds it not as painful as the first time. He ordered a larger chest size than he probably should have, as it is heavy to wear, but he has not had any back pain from wearing it for several hours yet. Today, he thought he would try dressing like a maid. He thought the guys might like the added "fantasy", as they have asked for Linda to be wearing a power suit, like she just got home from work. Obviously, Linda will be wearing something non-work appropriate underneath. As much as he hated the idea of being a hostess, he has to admit he enjoys the creative nature of the job. Yes, he has to clean up the mess each time, but all in all this hostess job is actually fun.

He puts on the tight maid outfit, which is not as revealing as some of the other costumes he has in the 'harem' room, but it is still sexy. The material is cotton, so not shiny nor tight. However, it has the standard white hem around a black dress. The top has a square neck, that allows for plenty of cleavage to be seen, and it zips up the back. The short sleeves are puffy around the shoulders, giving it a slight Victorian-look. While he hates to wear them, the panty hose with the sharp black line up the back of the leg makes his legs look better. He had planned to wear the short black heeled shoes, but he is waiting on his mom to patch them up. Probably on another date with Carl, Sam thinks as he rolls his eyes while grabbing the patent leather stilettos. The gloves come to his elbows, and he pins the tiny maid cap to the wig before putting it on.

Adding the light make-up and perfume, he closes his eyes before looking back at the mirror. He constricts his diaphragm, takes a deep breath, then says to himself, "I am Samantha." Opening his eyes, and immediately he can feel the shift in her thoughts like usual, feeling a warm comfortable tingle throughout her body. "Oh," she says gently, "The boys are gonna love what I got for them today." Blowing herself a kiss, she walks slowly to the Zoom room. With each step, she feels more and more comfortable, at ease in her outfit. "I cannot believe Sam left this entire mess for me, even when he knew the Master and his Mistress would be home from work soon."

Samantha had just "shown Linda" into the bedroom, when there came a knock at the front door. Smoothing out her dress and checking her bonnet in the mirror, she walks to the front door. Opening it, she says, "Master Pettus, good afternoon." The man does a double-take, checking the number on the wall. Samantha beckons him in. "May I take your coat, Master?" The man still seems uneasy, like should he say something funny or playful. "Uh, sure...I mean, yes, of course." She takes his overcoat and drapes it over her delicate arm. "Mistress Linda just got home from work and is in the bedroom. Shall I tell her you are home?"

The man is having trouble keeping up, so he nods absently with a confused look on his face. Samantha takes her time, walking slowly down the hall, feeling the man's eyes on her. She finds her desire to serve is almost overpowered by her desire to be stared at by the man. At the bedroom door, she says, "Mistress, Master Pettus is home...of course, I will tell him." She turns to walk back down the hallway, the man never taking his eyes off her. I'm not sure he has moved from that spot, she thinks with a giggle. "Mistress Linda would ask your assistance. She appears to be having trouble undressing herself." Samantha adds a subtle wink.

It finally clicks in the man's mind what is going on. He nods and smiles, "Thank you, maid. I'll go help her." The man moves down the hall and closes the door behind him. Samantha smiles, "Maybe I'm enjoying this too much." Laying his coat on the chair, she goes about cleaning the kitchen. While she knows he has exactly 30 minutes, she pretends that she is giving them some "alone time" before disturbing them about "other business". As she puts away Sam's breakfast plate, she adds softly, "Definitely enjoying this too much."

Mr Pettus leaves on time, and Samantha sees another 5-star rating with added positive comments sent to her boss. Sam will not get to see the comments, but Samantha will. We will see who is employee of the month this time, she thinks with a grin. She resets the room, cleaning up everything, changing the sheets, and redressing Linda after a quick disinfectant job. Mr Ghrylls is quicker to pick up on the roleplay, so he starts speaking in a British accent and orders "tea and crumpets" for them both as he disappears behind the closing bedroom door. Samantha finishes up the kitchen then works on the Zoom room. Mr Ghrylls is a little late leaving, but he does so with another 5-star, positive comment survey before he gets to his car.

Samantha decides to take a break and answer some emails and text messages from work. She has been so busy playing her part, that she has been negligent in other work duties. Her gloved hands type quickly, making short work of those responses. She has to take off her gloves to answer the texts, but that is okay. She notices Sam's phone vibrating, so she tells herself to tell him about it when she sees him next. A chime on the work laptop says her last appointment today is almost here. Hmm, she thinks, no set-up...guess I'll have to wait until he shows up. I hope he does not mind the costume, because I don't have time to change.

The knock on the door is 10 minutes late, but Samantha was ready. For whatever reason, she has stood beside the door since the appropriate time, waiting for the knock. She could have been doing other things, but somehow, it seemed right to wait right there, her hands folded neatly in front of her. She opens the door to a familiar face, "Ah, Mr...Antoine, welcome!" She beckons him, trying to keep her composure, as she was not expecting to see him.

Similarly, he tries to keep his eyes on hers, as he was not expecting her to be wearing that. "Samantha, you look...amazing," he says will walking in, "Were you helping Sam with his marketing?" Samantha nods, "Yes, sir. I was helping him, but I also thought my earlier customers would appreciate a little upgrade to their fantasy." He nods his head, "Well, you look the part perfectly. I might need to hire you as my maid." Without thinking, she replies, "You will have to speak to my master about renting my services, but I'm sure something can be arranged." Oops, that might have crossed a line.

Antoine seems to think on that, a strange look comes over his face. He moves past it and says, "I'll have to look into that, but for today, I thought you and I might get that second date." Samantha cannot hide her surprise, "But, you scheduled a rental period." Antoine nods, "I know, but I asked for your final slot so that I could be sure you were free afterwards. I was thinking a casual dinner, so we can reconnect." Samantha thinks that sounds wonderful, but she cannot go out like this. Looking down at herself, I cannot wear this in public, but more importantly, can I go out with a customer during work hours?

Antoine seems to sense her predicament and adds, "We can wait until my appointment is over, if that will be better for you. I'm sure you will want to change clothes," he adds with a wink. She giggles, "Well, that is a given. I'll tell you what, if you are willing to just wait out here, I can change back into my regular work clothes, and we can leave as soon as the clock says 4:30. Sound good?" He smiles broadly, "That sounds wonderful."

While he stays in the office, Samantha goes to the back to find something to wear. She keeps a separate section of clothes for work, so hopefully something will fit this "surprise date". Even though she has plenty of time, she uses it all and then some, trying to find just the right thing to wear. He was wearing business casual, so maybe her red dress would be too dressy. But, would leggings and a shirt be too casual?

Not sure of his intentions, and to be fair, she is not sure what hers are either, she decides to backdown on the sexy attire. Her jeans are tight, stretching snugly over her legs all the way down to her ankles. Her tennis shoes are all white with a solid, thick sole. Her top is a simple long-sleeve blouse that is loose around the top, but tapers in, stopping at her waist line. She checks her cleavage, realizing something does not look right on the top. It is at that point she realizes she forgot her bra. Slipping out of her top and slipping on her bra, she immediately feels better with the added support. Her black top is back on, and she touches up her make-up. Her hair gets a bit of a tease and spray for some added volume. Her earrings dangle down to her shoulders, using her regular magnetic clips, since her ears were never pierced. Throwing a few things in her simple, over-the-shoulder, red purse, she meets Antoine at the door.

"Wow," he exclaims, "You look great!" She blushes and replies, "Really? I feel like I just threw this on haphazardly." He says with a wink, "If that is true, you should be more haphazard more often. Ready to go?" She nods and locks up, checking the time on her phone: 4:47. Well, I'm off the clock, she tells herself, so nothing strange about me going out with a customer now.

The casual restaurant and bar was a nice change from Samantha's routine. She got to laugh and talk and enjoy herself away from work. She cannot remember the last time she had gotten away from work. She also cannot remember the last time she was out with such an attractive and charming man. She can feel her Sam-side welling up, wanting to enjoy this moment as well, as it has been years (almost literally) since he had been out with a guy. For "both" of them, they can thoroughly enjoy this moment. It is nice to be seen as more than an employee, a co-worker, a salesman, or a hostess.

His invitation back to his place to see where he lives was an easy yes. He lives on the far end of town from Sam, and what is even stranger is the size of his house. Antoine lives in nothing short of a mansion. As they step through the large entry way, Samantha asks, "What do you do?" She catches herself and says, "Oops, I didn't mean it like that." He laughs and replies, "It is alright. Technically, this house is my boss', but he lives in the UK, so he only comes here a couple times a year." As they walk into the large living space beyond the front foyer, she gazes up at the 2-story vaulted ceiling and the massive windows that show an even larger backyard and pool. "You see," he continues, "I was transferred here for work, but he was going through a messy divorce, which might not be final yet. Anyway, the house no longer had anyone living in it, and he did not want to hire someone. So, I get to live here for the time being."

Samantha's heels click on the expensive-looking tile floor. "Well, this is definitely a nice perk for working there." He chuckles, "Yes, I was already committed to coming before I saw the house." He offers her a drink from the fridge as they walk around the downstairs. I've never seen a house so big in person before, she thinks. "Technically, I'm not supposed to have any parties or social events here, but he did not say anything about just one person." As she walks past the billiard room, she asks, "So, you live in this big, expensive place and cannot show it to anyone." He shrugs his shoulders.

They move upstairs, and she stops counting the number of bedrooms. This is crazy, she wonders, why would anyone need this many rooms to live in. As if he could hear her, he says, "I have no clue why he would want all these bedrooms. He doesn't even have any children. It's like he needed something to make the house look bigger from the outside." As they get to the master bedroom, she whistles. "That bed must give the best sleep or the worst, huh?" He laughs at the extra large, gaudy bed in the middle of the room. "Well, I wouldn't know. I sleep in one of the spare rooms in the basement. All of these up here seemed awkward. Admittedly, I tried most of them, but I felt odd sleeping in them, so I never slept very well."

She nods her head in agreement. I could see how that would be weird: one person in a house of 3 floors and a dozen bedrooms. She then makes the obvious remark, "And I guess you gotta clean it all, right?" As he nods and sighs, she adds, "I should have left my maid uniform on...looks like you could use me." As she laughs, he puts his arms around her waist. "Yes, I could definitely use the help." She gulps, not realizing she said something that would warrant this embrace. She finds her drink removed from her hand and sat on the nearby table, as he leans into her, she tilts her head in preparation and is met with a perfect, tender kiss.

She told herself she would not go this far tonight. She told herself that this was just dinner and maybe a few drinks afterward. Sam's thoughts come back in, reminding him that all of "her girl parts" are not going to work right. Sam did not buy that version, because he never thought it would come this far. Antoine's hands are running down her back as they kiss, and she cannot but feel such pleasure from his affections. When her bra suddenly comes undone, she realizes he is heading to a place that will disappoint him. She does not want to do that, but she cannot let herself be caught in this deception.

"Listen", she whispers, "Maybe we should go someplace softer?" He nods his head, and scoops her up. She squeals, having never been actually swept off her feet. He walks her down the hallway, turning into the third bedroom on the right. It is dark outside, but the skylight in the ceiling puts a shaft of moonlight on the bed. The colors are muted, but it looks to be a simple solid shade of green or blue. "Ooo, you spoil me," she moans, "Such a romantic spot." He grins and lays her on the bed, her shirt now open.

He moves to take his pants off, so she realizes this is her chance. "Here, let me help with that." Okay, this has been a really long time, she tells herself, actually I've never done this as a woman before. Hopefully, my mouth will feel very feminine when wrapped around him.