After a maid company screws Greta over, she is furious. But in an attempt to make it up to her they are sending her on an all expenses paid vacation to their own resort. But umm. . . why does she have to wear the maid outfit there? (This story is only on my Patreon All-Access tier.)

              She walked over and grabbed the maid outfit.  “Strange.  Why would they want me to wear this?”  She bent down and pulled up the tights.  “It’s very. . . constricting.”  She took a deep breath.  “And it doesn’t even come all the way up to my thighs.”  She gulped, noticing that parts of her legs were going to be on full display.  “Ugh, great.  Just great.”  She looked at her butt.  “I need to put a note somewhere to head out for some runs after this.  My butt is getting huge.”

              She then slid on the top of the outfit. “Ughhhhhhh!”  It was a slow process, the fabric pressing tightly against her skin. “I think I need to ask for one in a smaller size.”  She moaned as she finally got the maid outfit on. “Finally.”  She picked the apron up and tied it behind her back. “Seriously, why would they give me such a small outfit? My breasts feel like they are going to burst out of this thing.”

              She took a deep breath.  “Ugh, is it me, or is it hot in here?”  She sat down on the edge of the bed.  “I don’t remember it being so hot in here before.”  She looked at herself in the mirror.  “Oh god, I look like a silly French maid.”  Greta giggled.  “I better be careful, or I will be confused with the staff.”  She moaned.   “Though would that be such a bad thing?  Waiting on people hand and foot?”