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bright, primary colors and some of them were as scandalously short as they were shockingly tight.

If Miss Cindy was feeling really wild, she might wear one of her several sleek latex mini-skirts and bustiers, shined up by me with, of all things, lemon Pledge! Once, Miss Cindy let me "buff out" her cobalt blue latex skirt while she was wearing it. The way it shined and hugged her model-perfect curves! It got me all excited as I knelt and buffed Miss Cindy's luscious rear, tightly encased in the outrageous latex skirt.

Sexy pumps with high, wicked spike heels were the usual footwear Cindy selected to wear with her club outfits, but she sometimes wore funky workout shoes, especially if she was going to do a lot of dancing. Chains, hoops, little padlocks and other accessories were tried for fun and to heighten the dramatic effect. With heavy, almost theatrical make-up, heavily-teased hair, and lots of perfume, I sometimes nearly fainted with desire Miss Cindy's sex appeal in these unbelievable outfits was absolutely deadly!

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Every now and then, Miss Cindy had me dress her in something frivolous and frilly for club hopping, just to keep them guessing. Often on hot summer nights she'd dress in a light pastel cotton dress that was breezy and sheer. Cindy's lacy white La Perla panties and garter belt would barely be visible under her dress in the right light. She told me guys would actually circle around to catch the light so they could see her panties under her dress. It wasn't hard to believe.

She was invariably a big hit at the trendy clubs, and sometimes got her picture in "W," which was a nice plus for a model. One gushing caption read, "Cindy out at The Diner, as sexy as ever I swear I saw one guy actually drool!"

Cindy went out to more conservative affairs as well, and had many elegant gowns hanging in her closet as reminders of her evenings out. Designers often loaned her beautiful things to wear too, so she didn't always have to buy them. She looked so incredible that it was good PR for designers to have her wear their evening gowns out to big charity balls and other events.

I had learned to actually enjoy spending a few hours Saturday afternoons getting Miss Cindy all dressed up for some fancy affair. And Miss Cindy enjoyed all the "fuss,' too. She was one of those women who could sing, "I Enjoy Being a Girl" with total conviction. (As long as she had someone to do all her housework, that is!)

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The rich young lady invariably took a relaxing, scented bath before having me do her nails and help her dress. As Miss Cindy soaked in her bath, I would carefully lay out her elegant silk underthings on her bed. I enjoyed dressing Miss Cindy in the layers of underclothes she wore under an evening gown. Smooth-fitting silk panties or tap pants, a pretty lace bra, frilly garter belt, and sheer stockings were just the beginning. Several strategically-designed underskirts or a stiff peplum about her hips, and perhaps a sleek camisole over her bra, would support and help shape her elaborate "fairytale" gowns.

Since I wore lingerie and skirts all the time, I sadly had become somewhat desensitized these formally titillating gar-

ments.

Since some gowns Miss Cindy wore had dramaticallynipped waistlines, I would occasionally have the pleasure of hooking my mistress into a waist cincher or lacing her into a little corset. But Cindy's waist was naturally trim, so these tight, restricting underthings were rarely required.

Although I often helped with Miss Cindy's hair for more casual events, for really important evenings she had her hairdresser come over to comb her out. The hairdresser was a rather swishy gay who acted as if he thought it was entirely normal that a rich girl would have a sissy as her personal maid. The hairdresser and I made quite a sight hurrying around getting Cindy ready to go out. In a gown made up from yards of rustling silk taffeta, and wearing high-heels, Miss Cindy was tall and regal. The scene in Miss Cindy's bedroom often resembled a pretty queen bee being attended to by her two scurrying "workers.

As she left for the evening Miss Cindy would often bend down and give me a chaste kiss on the forehead to thank me for my help, patting my pantied bottom affectionately. She was so pretty dressed in her elegant gown with her hair and make-up all done perfectly, it was like being kissed by a Princess! I would feel slightly faint as Miss Cindy breezed out the door, the scent of her heavy French perfume lingering for hours after she'd gone.