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"Frank a smirk on his face and I thought he might burst out laughing... but he didn't. He just stared at my dress and manner.

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said, "Good evening, Sir Miss Cindy's in the living room," just like any welltrained maid.

"Thank you," the guy said nervously, apparently shaken by my complete, proper maid's uniform and girlish appearHe hadn't

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quite known what to expect, but it was now obvious to him that I really was Miss Cindy's maid.

As Frank went into the living room Miss Cindy sprang up and went to him quickly.

She hugged and kissed him shamelessly -I could barely stand to watch. I had seen this look on a woman's face before and knew what it meant. Miss Cindy was in love!

Miss Cindy seemed reserved around him. As he complimented her on her perfect outfit, she looked at the floor shyly; almost submissively. "This could be big trouble," I thought as my stomach suddenly felt tight and my nipples wrinkled into little knots.

I served drinks, curtsying and remembering to nicely say "Yes, Sir" to Frank when he asked for a refill. Miss Cindy wasn't paying much attention to my behavior, however—she was only seemed interested in looking into Frank's eyes.

After the third round of drinks, (were they going to get drunk?) Miss Cindy reached up and gave my behind a quick, sharp "Smack!" with her hand, "Off to the kitchen now, Cissie; go check on our dinner. We're going to cuddle for awhile I'll ring when we want you to serve," she announced.

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I couldn't believe it, but I realized Miss Cindy was just showing off her power for her boyfriend. I was somehow determined to pass this little test, so I swallowed my pride and respectfully curtsied, saying "Yes, Miss; of course," before turning and wiggling off to the kitchen, my sassy petticoats rustling girlishly under my short uniform!

About a half-hour later (it seemed like an eternity to me) Miss Cindy's little bell rang impatiently. I reported to the living room, where it was obvious some "heavy petting" had been going on. Cindy's hair was partially down and more than a little tousled.

"Yes, Miss?" I asked respectfully.

"You may serve now, Cissie!" Miss Cindy ordered, giddy from her drinks and from making out with her boyfriend.

"Very well, Miss," I said, curtsying.

"See, I told you he's harmless-just a little sissy!" I overheard Miss Cindy say to Frank as I minced away to the kitchen. I blushed, but if I thought about it I would have had a hard time denying the truth of my mistress' words. "Well, I might be her lowly maid," I thought with a peculiar sense of pride, "but at least I'm a very good one!"

I served dinner, doing my usual job of being unobtrusive while instantly available to fetch things. When Frank emptied his glass halfway through dinner, Miss Cindy simply snapped her fingers sharply without even looking up at me. I got the message and quickly scurried off to the kitchen to get Miss Cindy's boyfriend another cold beer. When the meal was finished, Miss Cindy leaned over to Frank and whispered something in his ear. Frank sat back and said, “You may clear the table and do the dishes now, Cissie we'll ring for you in the living room if we require anything.'

I gulped as I realized Miss Cindy had set it up so I would be taking orders from Frank. I nervously curtsied and responded, "Yes, Sir," as Miss Cindy giggled.

"You're so good with the help Frank," Miss Cindy swooned as she kissed him on the cheek.

It was strange to be standing at the sink washing dishes while Miss Cindy and her boyfriend were making out in the living room. Before, it had always been just me and Miss Cindy. At least that way there was always some minuscule thread of hope in my mind that Miss Cindy would someday