When Mr. Leonardo hired me as his maid, I thought nothing of it. He said I was perfect and, I innocently soft placeumed, he was referring to my impeccable resume and expertise in caring for the home. After all, it was just another job. I never could have guessed the day I entered his palatial home in Bel Air my life was about to change profoundly.

It was only yesterday but it seems like a world away from my preceding life. I ring the bell at the servants entrance. A butler comes to the door. Before I can say a word, I am absolutely struck by his gentle but dignified manner. Ushering me in with an elegant sweep of his hand, he introduces himself.

"Please call me Anthony. We've been eagerly expecting you, Michelle.

I hope you will be happy in our employ. Although he is a very discreet man, his eyes, just momentarily, give me the once over and it seems as if he sees right through me. A little taken aback, I soft placeume my most professional attitude and let him know that, "I look forward to serving Mr. Leonardo and being an essential part of the household.

" Again, Anthony looks at me intensely, a peculiar smile on his face and mysteriously agrees. "Ahh, yes, I'm positive that will be the scenario. For the time being, I'd like to show you to your room.

Suggest that you have a bath and nap.

Tonight we will be responsible for the smooth success of an intimate lengthtail party for Mr. Leonardo and a few of his business soft placeociates. I imagine it will be a late night." He leads me to secluded and comfortable living quarters. Explains that I should be prepared to join him at six that evening. After a long luxurious bath, I fall into a deep sleep. Oddly enough, I find myself dreaming of Anthony. He certainly has a magnetic appeal and I realize that I might even enjoy working with him. To my surprise, I awaken to see that it is already 5:40 pm and I have little time to prepare. Luckily, I'm quick, efficient and methodical. I deftly apply make-up and sweep my hair into a bun. I dab on the lightest touch of perfume. So wonderfully subtle, a perfect undertone to elegant and refined service.

Realizing it's minutes to 6, I speed to the closet. I'm really curious about my uniform. Being especially voluptuous, I'm aware of the perfect flattering cut and style that subtlety accentuates my figure.

I reach in the closet for the black and white and pull out a...I'm a little bit shocked. It looks like a maid's uniform but it's so low cut that it would barely keep my round breasts in, and so short that my bottom would be all exposed. Only teeny white silk thong panties and a little see through apron to keep my privateness private. I ring Anthony. "There must be some mistake.

This couldn't be for me. This must be for someone else? I query. I laugh. I hiccup. "No, no Michelle. It's for you and only for you. Mr. Leonardo ordered it after he met you. He said nothing would give him more pleasure and delight than to be served by such a beautiful woman in such a beautiful outfit. And, Michelle, if I might add, it would be an honor to work side by side with such an experienced compatriot. If it makes you any more comfortable, for these special occasions I dress in black slacks, black bow tie and white cuffs. No shirt. It's all just part of the theatre. Personally I like to think of it as my own private play." The gears are spinning in my head.

Do I agree to this unusual dress? What if I don't?" Hardly ever caught off guard, I stammer, "Well, this is highly unusual.

" Before I can say another word, Anthony soft placeures me that if there is any discomfort, that a more modest uniform would be provided.

Mr. Leonardo is first and foremost concerned with the care and comfort of his employees. I'm standing there, looking at the outfit now stretched out on the bed and I actually really, really like it. I want to see myself in it. I want others to see me in it.

And what the hell, it's only for tonight. I snake my way into the close fitting attire, slip on over the knee black stockings and high heels and take a quick look in the mirror.

Now I'm not overly obsessed with my looks, but not only do I feel incredibly sexy, I look incredibly sexy.

I turn around and note how enticingly my derriere peeks out from under the skirt.

I sense tonight is going to be very different. Heart beating quickly, I enter the kitchen with my most official demeanor.

Anthony greets me with a quick approving nod, hands me a tray of martinis, winks mischievously and says, "Remember, all the world is a stage" I enter the sitting room, not knowing whether I'll be laughed at or mauled. But neither happens. In fact, it is all rather subdued. Four or five men are milling about and chatting, as Bach's Violin Concerto D Minor plays in the background. They nod, Good Evening, as I serve them drinks. Candlelight is flickering and Mr. Leonardo motions me over to his wheelchair. "Why you look lovely tonight, my dear.

I am so glad you could join us. I hope you are finding everything to your satisfaction." Getting into the spirit, I lean down to serve his drink, my compelling cleavage and full breasts teasing his mouth and retort, "Oh, I hope you are finding everything to your satisfaction, sir. Just let me know if you need anything else." He smiles softly, a twinkle in his eyes. "Yes, dear, I will keep that very much in mind." The evening is remarkably busy. Anthony and I bustle by each other with trays of drinks or superb finger delicacies. Although guests are busy talking, , I do receive quite a few admiring glances and sly smiles.

In passing, I feel a hand brush my buttock or slip against my thigh.

I'm feeling oddly enthralled and excited. As I walk through the swinging door to the kitchen, Anthony asks quite sincerely, "Are you enjoying yourself?" I blush a little because I am enjoying myself so much. "No need to answer, " he replies.

"I completely understand. Perhaps you would like to join me for dessert?" He arches his eyebrow, conspiratorially. I'm on to his subtleties. "Anthony, to what exactly are you referring? " "Michelle, exactly what I said. "Join me. For Dessert." Anthony, are you talking about what I think you're talking about?" Michelle, I think you know exactly what I'm saying. Perhaps you'd like to ask our employer if he is ready for dessert?" As he says this, he looks intently and deeply into my eyes. He glides his hand, which has never touched me before, right underneath my starched white apron, past my pert little skirt. And then directly with no excuse or shame, gently plants his hand between my legs and presses ever so slightly.

I feel his energy course through me. The sensation is so wonderfully pleasurable that I am momentarily breathless. As I float over to Mr. Leonardo I feel that my softness which has been wet and tingly all night is just pounding with desire. "Mr. Leonardo, Anthony wanted to know if..." "Yes, dear. Myself, the guests, we are all quite ready.

Before Anthony has the pleasure of your company I was hoping that I might enjoy just a moment of your time." "Mr. Leonardo, what can I do for you?" "If you could just remove those dainty little panties for me, dear. My fingers are just quivering to feel your inviting warmness that you have kept so remarkably discreet, yet so wonderfully enchanting all evening." I melt at his charm, strip off my panties, and find myself publicly exposed from the waist down except for the sheer covering of my perfect white apron. I stand in front of Mr. Leonardo, spread my legs and let his fingers explore my love region. His fingers are clearly knowledgeable about the ways of us girls.

And as his fingers roam deep inside of me, he plays and tickles my personal place until I am so excited that I can barely wait for more. The other men are watching my pleasure with satisfied interest which only thrills me further. Anthony has entered the drawing room and as I turn to him our eyes meet. Two players who are called together, united by respect, admiration, understanding, and, ah yes, pure unadulterated lust and desire.

He leans me up against a nested serving table and presses his hips against my buttocks. He unbuttons my top and pops my breasts out of my uniform and fondles them, cups them tenderly, bounces them playfully, and then tickles my nipples until they are so hard. I want this man inside of me. I want him so badly that this public display is simply my desire revealed. Unzipping his pants, his hard sleek manhood slides into me. Anthony fills me up, pushes and presses until he is so deep. I feel him everywhere. Chest warm against my back, breath hot on my nape, his hands stroking me from my neck to my pleasure button. I am enveloped in love. He starts to pump and grind faster until we both come together.

No dress rehearsal required. Before I retire for the night, Anthony walks up to me. "Mr. Leonardo was quite pleased with your particular finesse this evening.

I, myself, would like to express my gratitude for your dedicated service. We both hope that you will want to continue on with us, Michelle." I pause at the unique precipice and then without a thought of turning back, I jump.

"Yes, thank-you Anthony. I think I will stay on this job suits me quite well."