When an older man orders a young Doll from a Costume Maid Service, let's just assume her cleaning abilities aren't really what she's being paid for. A shit economy compounded with a Doll's already limited options, and most of us will take what we can get. Besides, who am I to judge? Maybe he just likes to watch a pretty girl do his dirty work.
I honestly can't blame him, they squeeze us into the cutest little costumes, and I make this one look good. I wonder what this guy keeps starring at.
Oh I see... I told you I make it look good. Well, that's what he's paying for, so I bend over and arch my back... lean into the table a little more and let him take a good long look.
Okay, I'll admit it. Feeling his eyes on me is really starting to turn me on. This gig isn't too bad after all. Maybe if I crawl across the floor over to the television, he'll offer me a nice tip.
I bet from over there, this has gotta look hot. Ladies, take it from me, the closer you get into 'Doggie Position', the more of his attention you're going to have. Right now, I bet I'm all he's thinking about.
I'd bend over more, but I'm afraid I might have soaked right thru these panties. I don't want to seem too eager, but at the same time... it wouldn't take too much convincing to get me out of this costume about now.
What's that? You want to know if there's any "Additional Services" available?
What do you have in mind?
To be continued....