“This… this is dangerous,” Iris said while the rest of the women stood around her, all of them staring together at the sight in front of them with expressions of awe and confusion.
Or in some cases, arousal. “This is… such a pure, wonderful sight,” Anastasia said.
Fortunately, Lucy was there to hold a tissue up for her to wipe away the drool dribbling down Anastasia’s chin. “I’m amazed the others haven’t caught on yet,” Lucy whispered.
Then there was Emily who looked more annoyed than anything, but still impressed. “I can’t believe he pulls it off better than me. What’s up with that? How is that fair?”
Abigail simply gave the sight in front of her a show of praise by quietly clapping her hands.
“I didn’t expect it to work so well,” Rachel said. “I though the chest part might be a bit… empty… but it’s actually filled out a bit…”
Kris looked down and poked at his own chest—at the chest currently covered up by one of Abigail’s spare maid uniforms. He might not have been as busty as Abigail, so the chest section was still a bit empty, but his pecs were defined enough that they did fill it out a decent amount.
“Kris,” Iris said. “Have you… always been so muscular? I have to admit, and maybe it is due to the baggy clothes you typically wear, but… I thought you would be more… thin. Instead, you are rather… muscular.”
“Am I?” Kris asked.
Lucy sighed and explained it for the rest of them. “You don’t understand how lucky this guy is. He barely goes to the gym anymore, but it’s like, once he puts on some muscle, it never goes away. The last time I followed him to—I mean, happened to be at the gym at the same time as him by pure coincidence, all the men there were jealous of him. The regulars thought that he’d be back to ground zero, but no. It was like he never skipped a single day of working out even after not showing up for months. So, it doesn’t matter how little he works out. No matter what he does… he just keeps getting stronger and stronger over time.”
While Lucy dropped some new lore about Kris, the man himself turned around and looked in the mirror. “Dang, I’m kind of cute in this. It’s a bit tight around the arms, but it’s also pretty comfy. Especially the skirt. Everything feels so much cooler down there without wearing pants. Is this why guys used to wear kilts? This cool freedom? Maybe I should start wearing skirts or kilts. Wait… if I do that… then I bet it would be even greater if I didn’t wear any underwear.”
Kris looked at his girlfriends.
Then he looked down at his crotch.
“Kris,” Iris said, “what are you thinking? I… feel that we should maybe be worried.”
“It’s okay,” Kris answered. “You don’t have to worry. I’ll turn around so you don’t see anything.”
“Kris, wai—”
Kris turned around, leaving his back to his girlfriends, as he bent over and reached underneath the front of his maid uniform to reach up and grab onto his boxers.
The women, even Anastasia and Lucy, froze as they essentially got a strip tease from Kris as he carefully pulled his boxers down without ever showing anything too lewd to them.
“Woah, this is… so freeing,” Kris said. “I’ve never felt so free and comfy while still being fully clothed before.” Meanwhile, the boxers he just took off were still held in his hand.
Pretty much everybody had no idea how they were supposed to respond to that… other than Anastasia.
Anastasia was quick to raise her hand and ask, “My darling Kris, please allow me to handle your undergarments for you so that you do not have to hold onto them.”
“It’s okay,” Kris said. “I can just throw them in the laundry basket or—”
“I insist.”
“But—”
“I am not only your girlfriend, but your maid. It is my duty to clean up after you. Please, allow me to do this.”
“Are—are you sure?”
“I have never been more sure about anything in my entire life. I have lived up until now for this very moment. Please, Kris. Do not deprive me of the ultimate honor that a maid could perform!”
“A-alright, I get it. Man… you’re really dedicated.”
Kris held his boxers out to Anastasia, prompting her to quickly snatch them from his hand.
“Oh? What’s this?” Anastasia asked, looking down at the boxers. “It appears that there may be a hole over the crotch.”
“I don’t see anything,” Kris said.
“It is an extremely tiny hole. So tiny, in fact, that it cannot be observed from this distance. I must take a closer look.”
“But if it’s so tiny… how do you know it’s there?”
“I have quite the excellent eyesight.”
“Oh, cool.”
Anastasia brought the boxers up to her face so that she could “get a closer look at them,” but all she did was subtly sniff them instead. And with each sniff, her legs went weak and she looked like she was in pure bliss.
“I—I am right, there is a hole there,” Anastasia said. “I… I have to fix it. If we wash it in the laundry before the hole is fixed, then we risk stretching it out even more. But worry not! I am quite the seamstress!”
“Oh, alright,” Kris said. “If it’s that big of a deal, then I’m glad you’re here to help out.”
“Of course! And fortunately, I already have my… sewing kit, in the bathroom!”
“You brought a sewing kit?” Rachel asked.
“You know how to sew?” Iris asked.
“Why’s it in the bathroom?” Emily asked.
Abigail, meanwhile, was looking out the window where a bird perched itself on Kris’s windowsill. There was another bird there, too, and it appeared that the new bird was trying its hardest to court the other as it danced around with its wings up.
“Do your best! I’m cheering for you!” Abigail signed to the bird. “You deserve to feel the same happiness that we all—”
The bird that was already there flew away.
“Ah. I am sorry, but do not give up! I am sure there will be another bird out there who will appreciate your excellent dancing!”
The bird, feeling strangely motivated for some reason, flew off to find another potential mate.
“Good luck!”
As for Anastasia, she was starting to blush from all the questioning. “A-ah… well… it—it is not as if we all know everything about each other! Every maid has her secrets, after all! Ahem. Now then. If you do not mind, I will hurry and fix this hole before—”
“Hold it,” Lucy said, grabbing onto Anastasia’s wrist with an unexpectedly strong grip. Lucy then slowly lifted her head to look into the other’s eyes and said, “You… you need help to make sure that you do a good job. After all… those are… those are Kris’s boxers… his freshly worn… underwear. We should… work together to make sure there aren’t any issues.”
Kris didn’t really understand what the big deal was, but he was happy to leave it to them, so he walked over to the couch and sat down in the usual way that he sat down.
With his legs spread.
Anastasia and Lucy froze when they saw the careless, provocative way that he sat down.
Kris, wearing a woman’s maid uniform, going commando, with his legs spread…
If either Anastasia or Lucy were to bend over just a little… they’d be able to see up his skirt.
Beads of sweat formed on each of their foreheads as they looked toward the forbidden bounty.
Escaping into the bathroom with his worn underwear was one thing, but purposely taking a peak at his privates without his consent when he had no idea what was going on? That was just wrong!
It was wrong.
Very, very wrong.
Yet.
It being wrong might not have been enough to stop them.
“We—we shouldn’t,” Anastasia said.
Lucy, realizing what she had to do, looked at Anastasia and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’ve already seen everything from walking in on him while he was walking around naked,” Lucy said. “You can have this one. You can experience the forbidden fruit of Kris’s commando maid uniform.”
“I can’t bring myself to do it. I’m not strong enough. If I do that… taking advantage of the situation while he does not know better… I do not believe I could—”
“Ah! Bug!” Lucy screamed, using her hand on Anastasia’s shoulder to yank her with enough force that she threw Anastasia to the ground. “Oh, oops. It was just the shadow from a bird flying by the window. Sorry! Are you okay?”
Anastasia rubbed the leg she fell on before getting onto her knees and beginning to get up.
She looked forward.
She experienced nirvana.
“You alright?” Kris asked the Anastasia who was on her knees between his legs. “You need to be more careful, Lucy. You’re stronger than you know. Oh… look, you made her bleed.”
Anastasia shook her head without ever taking her eyes away from the sight in front of her as blood dribbled down over her lips from her nose. “It—it is fine! I… get nosebleeds every now and then.” She then stood up, straightened out her dress, and walked over to Lucy before wrapping her arms around her. “Thank you,” Anastasia whispered. “You are a good person. I can only hope to one day be your equal.”
Lucy blushed a bit when she heard that and looked away. “You—you really don’t need to go that far. But… you do need to share his boxers.”
Anastasia nodded and put the boxers into Lucy’s hands. “You deserve them.”
The two perverts’ bond grew even deeper in that moment.
Lucy then looked around Anastasia to look at Kris and ask, “Just as a… reminder… we’re all dating now… which means… we can do, umm, things, to each other? Y-you know, like… hold hands and kiss and that sort of stuff?”
“Yeah, of course,” Kris answered. “You can do anything with each other that you would do with me. That’s only fair.”
Anastasia and Lucy looked at each other and nodded.
“We—we will be back soon,” Anastasia told the group.
Lucy nodded along with her words, and the two then disappeared into the bathroom with Kris’s boxers.
The door locked behind them.
“They really get along,” Emily said.
“I must admit, I am surprised they have bonded together so quickly,” Iris said. “We will have to put more effort into bonding with Lucy to keep up.”
“Yeah,” Rachel said. “If Anastasia likes her, then she has to be a really nice person! Plus she was Kris’s friend!”
Abigail, meanwhile, sighed after seeing the two women head into the bathroom together. She then tugged on Kris’s arm to get his attention.
“Yeah?” Kris asked her.
“Would it be alright if I use your lap as a pillow?” Abigail signed.
Kris nodded, prompting Abigail to lie down atop him.
And with nothing but the thin skirt in the way… she was able to smell and feel everything much more directly than what the two women in the bathroom claimed as a prize.
A gentle smile curled Abigail’s lips as she closed her eyes to enjoy her closeness to Kris.
Whether she actually knew what she was doing or not, not even Anastasia and Lucy would be able to figure that out. Perhaps not even Abigail herself truly knew as her mind still featured thoughts of that poor bird who got denied, hoping that he would find a mate worthy of his fabulous dance.
“Oh, Iris,” Kris said. “I think I know what I want to do with you.”
“Oh?” Iris turned to look away from the noises in the bathroom to look at Kris instead. “And what is that?”
“There’s this new restaurant that opened up downtown. I guess some lady who’s like, one of the most famous chefs in the world decided to make it her uh… main restaurant. Like the one she personally works at. No idea why she chose this city, but yeah. We could—”
“When… you say a woman who is one of the most famous chefs… could you… possibly mean… Sophie Leblanc?”
“Uhh, I think that sounds about right. Her name sounds familiar…”
Iris, who was usually rather mature and serious, could not help but to get excited like a child with sparkling eyes and a wide smile. “Is she really here?! I—I could taste her cooking?!”
“Yeah. I don’t know if anybody else would be interested since it’s that sort of… fancy fine dining stuff where it’s like a really sophisticated entertainment event more than a dinner…”
“Pass,” Emily said. “I like food that’s meant to taste good, not tell a story.”
“I—I agree,” Rachel said. “That sort of stuff hurts my brain… and I don’t think I’d really be able to appreciate it…”
Abigail was busy looking at pictures of local birds to try and figure out what the bird she saw was.
“Got it,” Kris said. “So, Iris, do you want to—”
“Of course!” Iris answered. “I—I never even dreamed I would get to taste her cooking! But what could she be doing here? I thought she stayed on the Antarctica Peninsula with the rest of the rich and elites since they were the only ones who could afford her time…”
“No idea, but I think I got a coupon or something for her new restaurant.”
“A… a coupon?”
“Yeah. It even has my name on it.”
“That sounds more like a personal invitation than a coupon…”
“Maybe. Don’t know. Anyways, want to go?”
“Don’t we need to… you know, make a reservation or something?”
“The coupon said I could go whenever I want, so I don’t think so.”
Iris looked herself over and said, “I—a maid uniform is normally all I need, but… to go to such a restaurant and be fed by such a renown chef… I—I feel as if I am not dressed for such—”
“I’ve got this!” Rachel said. “If we can share uniforms in need, then I’m sure you’d fit into all the cute clothes we just bought! You’ll be the cutest, fanciest girl there if you wear one of the outfits we bought!”
“Is—is that really okay? Have you even gotten to wear them yet?”
“It’s okay.” Rachel gave Iris a big thumbs-up. “Cute clothes are meant to be worn by cute girls. It doesn’t matter which girl does the wearing. Cute is all that matters!”
With that, Rachel grabbed Iris by her wrist and tugged her into the bedroom where the new clothes were.
That left Emily and Abigail alone with Kris on his couch.
While Abigail was already content with her position, Emily wasn’t, so Emily leaned over with a hint of blush coloring her cheeks until she was resting against Kris’s side.
“You—you don’t care if I use your shoulder as a pillow until you leave, right?” Emily asked.
“You can use any part of me as a pillow whenever you want,” Kris answered.
“I call your lap the next time then. And… if you want, you can use any—any part of me as a pillow, too. But, if I can be selfish, can you uh… wrap—wrap your arm around me?”
Kris wrapped his arm around Emily and brought her even closer against his side. “Like this?”
Emily’s face was pretty red at that point, and all she could do was nod and smile.