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down almost to the small of Cindy's back and at the bust the transparency dipped seductively showing the cleavage I created.

The skirt defined femininity, and the slightest breeze or movement sent it swirling around Cindy's thighs, echoing the swirling pattern. The softly scalloped hem was almost a foot above Cindy's knees, and underneath there was a little sewn-in petticoat to hold the folds of the ruffles out from her. It was really some dress!

Cindy looked great in the Geoffrey Beene creation, the sheer bodice partially showing off her pretty bra and the flirty, feminine skirt enhancing her gorgeous legs. She was nervous as a cat as I got her ready to go out on her date.

"Lay out something for me to wear to bed, Cissie — you can choose. I should be home by 1:00 or 1:30; unless I get lucky," Cindy giggled.

"Yes, Miss" I said as I watched her spray lots of perfume (I hoped with all my might that Miss Cindy would be unlucky, of course.)

on.

"And after you straighten up, you take it easy for awhile you've been working hard lately," Cindy said as she checked her pretty self in the mirror.

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As Cindy primped in the foyer mirror, she rather shyly asked me how she looked. It was a silly question Cindy always looked absolutely ravishing. Unfortunately for me, the guy didn't stand a chance. I opened the door for my employer and bobbed a curtsy as she flew out into the hallway, her sassy dress flying about her silky legs and the pretty scent of her perfume trailing after her.

"Good night, Cissie" Cindy said, ". . .and thanks for the help. I feel great!"

"Good night, Miss -you look great too!" I softly called as I sadly watched her get on the elevator to go meet her date, the "dreamboat".

I closed and locked the apartment door and went to Miss Cindy's room to straighten up. Hastily tried on clothes and underthings were scattered all over the master bedroom. I felt lonely and abandoned as I slowly picked everything up and put it all away in Miss Cindy's closets and dressers. I tried not to think of Miss Cindy sitting in an expensive restaurant in her fancy little dress flirting with some lusty fellow.

When I'd finished straightening up the master bedroom, I flopped down on Miss Cindy's bed for a moment. All the

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hurrying around had made me so tired, I quickly fell asleep on my mistress' bed. Luckily I awoke at 2:00 and went to my room. Unluckily, there was no sign of Miss Cindy, even at 2:30!

I laid awake worried wishing she would call. . .but she didn't have to call me. I was only her maid. My mind raced and I couldn't sleep fantasizing what was happening to her by WHO.

"As I dusted, I couldn't help thinking about Cindy

and her admirers. What was I becoming?"