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to unbutton her, anxious to see her pretty underclothes. Of course I knew what to expect, since I'd dressed her in them, like, eighteen hours ago! Boy, she must be tired!

Cindy shrugged out of her blouse and walked to the bathroom in her matte white silk camisole and tap pants, her stocking tops and lace garters deliciously half-hidden by her flowing silk tap pants. I helped her off with her underwear and rolled her stockings down her legs. As I finished, she immediately slipped into bed.

"I'll just sleep nude tonight, Cissie. I like the way the silk sheets feel on my skin. Thanks for the help. Wake me at 9:00, O.K.?"

"Yes, Miss. Good night, Miss," I said as I quickly finished picking up her room.

"And Cissie?" I heard her say sleepily. "Yes, Miss?"

"I think you look sexy in your teddy!" Her words made me push out my chest out proudly. My womanly swellings jiggled as I blushed and turned out the light. I think she was asleep before I'd even closed the door.

THEY BROUGHT CART AFTER CART UP, ROLLING EVERYTHING ACROSS my just-shampooed carpets! Clothes, lights, cases all kinds of stuff. What a mess this was all going to be! Cindy was nervous, and it was strange to see her go to work without ever leaving the apartment! A make-up girl and her regular hairdresser had already descended upon her in her bedroom. She was nervously sitting at her vanity in a short satin kimono and tap pants while they hovered over her.

I did my best to just stay out of the way. Miss Cindy had talked to me and calmed me down last night, convincing me everything would be Q.K. I'd had last minute jitters, but now that it had all started I wasn't doing too badly. No one was even paying attention to me, let alone laughing at me. The all had their jobs to do.

"Cissie, bring us all some tea in here, will you?" Miss Cindy called from her room. She was sort of asking me to do things instead of ordering me I guess she wanted to look democratic in front of everybody or something.

"Yes, Miss." I yelled back as I went off to the kitchen to make some tea. The kitchen was the only room besides mine

MAID IN FORM "B" -35 that was mostly undisturbed. They'd even moved stuff into the laundry room!

I served Cindy and her two assistants tea in her bedroom. She looked at me in the mirror and squeezed my hand. I never knew she got this nervous before a shoot.

"It's hard work being beautiful, Cissie," she said with a hesitant smile.

I smiled back at her quickly, but had to look away. Her kimono was open and the curves of her breasts and her pretty stomach were hard not to stare at. How could the two work with her like that and not even look? Then I remembered, of course. Her hairdresser was gay and the make-up girl wasn't, so neither of them had a big problem. I'm sure they were a bit dazzled by Cindy's beauty, but not like I was!

The photographer arrived and came in to see how his model was coming along. I got him some tea and then hung around in the kitchen staying out of the way.

I felt weird when he came to talk to me.

"I know this is a little . . . well, different, I guess. But you'll be in the background or thrown out of focus in the foreground. I want to show how Cindy really lives. I mean, it'll be exaggerated and lit more dramatically than what's real, but it'll look a little photo-journalistic."

He could tell he was losing me, so he just smiled and said, "Can I see your uniforms, please.

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I was silent as I showed him my closet full of maid's things. I think he was impressed by the selection.

"Can you wear this to start?" he asked nonchalantly as he held out the skirt of my simple pink cotton morning uniform. "The color's great. I mostly shoot black and white, but we're going to try some color too. The first shot is in the bedroom.”

I just nodded okay as he left. I didn't want to say anything. My voice. They'd know! It was stupid, because they already did know. I closed my door and got out of my gray uniform. Just as I was ready to put on the pink dress, there was a loud knock at my door.

"Can I come in — Issac asked me to check your make-up I need to see you before you put on your dress."

I was startled by the knock. It was the make-up girl but my face wasn't supposed to show! I wrapped a towel around me and went to the door and let her in.

She didn't laugh or say anything about how strange it all was. She told me she was sorry for the inconvenience.