38 -TV SERIALS, SANDY THOMAS ADVERTISING "A"

I had time to go into the kitchen and check on dinner for a few minutes before the door bell rang. I was startled by the chime and my heart raced.

"Cissie, get the door," Cindy called from the living room. I took a deep breath, smoothed my apron and walked to the door, my high heels obliging me to take graceful, feminine steps across the slick marble foyer. I opened the door and greeted Miss Debbie and Miss Susan with a quick curtsy. They tried to suppress it, but they couldn't help giggling as they said "Hi, Cissie" in unison. They had been to dinner at Miss Cindy's several times, but they were still amazed by me.

They'd never heard of a male maid before Cindy introduced me to them, of course. But they thought it was flattering and fun to have a male servant curtsying to them and addressing them as Miss Debbie and Miss Susan all evening, regardless of "his" superficial gender.

"Miss Cindy is in the living room this way please," I said in my best little maid's voice after I hung up the two girls' coats. I led the girls to the large, sunken living room, where Cindy was glancing through "W".

The young women greeted each other with hugs and frivolous air kisses and then sat together on Cindy's big leather sofa, laughing and talking. Cindy asked them what they'd like to drink and then relayed their requests to me.

I bobbed a quick curtsy to acknowledge her order and swished off to the bar to mix the drinks. I served Miss Cindy and her friends their drinks, trying hard not to bend too much. My uniform was so short, I was afraid my panties might show!

As I was serving them, Miss Debbie said, "Cissie's little uniform is just adorable, Cindy."

"It's a new one," Cindy said as she sipped her martini. "The wardrobe woman at Blass suggested taffeta this time, and she had one of her apprentices work up a pattern. I'm a sucker for anything taffeta anyway, so I liked the idea right off."

Miss Cindy looked at Debbie with a steady gaze as she teased her, "But I knew you'd like it. You've always loved mini-skirts and skimpy little dresses! Maybe I'll give Cissie the night off sometime and you can swish around serving drinks. You'd probably like showing off your legs and cute little tush if there were guys around, wouldn't you?"

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Miss Susan giggled at Cindy's catty comment, and Miss Debbie turned red but confessed that she thought it might be fun to wear a short, sexy maid's uniform like mine.

"But all the housework maids have to do would be awful; and I absolutely hate ironing, so I'd only want to dress like a maid, not really be one, "Miss Debbie added quickly.

Miss Susan teased Debbie by holding out her glass to her and saying, "Debbie, fetch me another drink; and then get back to your housework, dear!"

Miss Debbie laughed and blushed at their teasing and shyly repeated, "You-all don't understand I just like the sweet, little dresses.

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I was smiling and enjoying the banter between the pretty models as I straightened the drinks on the coffee table. As I turned and bent to pick up an empty glass, Cindy reached up under my petticoats and quickly gave my nyloned bottom a sharp "SMACK!”

"Back in the kitchen now, Sissy-Pants. I'll ring if we need anything," she said, dismissing me sharply. I think she was slightly mad at my eavesdropping and wanted to put me in my place.

I felt myself blush deeply as I curtsied and meekly said, "Yes, Miss." I didn't like it at all when Miss Cindy gave me a perfunctory "Spank" on my behind to send me off to the kitchen. And being called "Sissy-Pants" in front of the girls was pretty humiliating too.

As I turned and swished off to the kitchen, I heard Miss Susan gasp slightly in surprise, "Wow, you certainly have little 'Sissy-Pants' well trained, don't you!"

The girls were impressed by how confidently Cindy had smacked my behind and sent me off to the kitchen. They were intrigued all the more so because, under all the taffeta and petticoats and lace, they knew I was actually a guy! They told me later that they thought it was a charming turn-around to see a woman casually order a male off to the kitchen.

"Even if he is a little sissy," Miss Debbie unfortunately added.

I took a moment to calm down (a little teasing never hurt anyone, I guess) and busied myself with my work in the kitchen and dining room, making sure everything would be perfect for Miss Cindy's guests. I was only interrupted once to serve more drinks to the girls.