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 >Maid for a Night by jastes22

   Part 3: Let Them Eat Cake!

   What?

   Earn the right to lose my skirt?

   They were my clothes!

   I wasn -(TM)t about to let Lindsay dictate the terms of how and when I
stripped!

   My hands flew to the waistband of my skirt, my legs bending in
anticipation of throwing off my last piece of outerwear.  I wasn -(TM)t
about to give Lindsay the satisfaction.

   Unless --that was what she wanted.  My fingers froze, halfway down the
waistband.  By ignoring her stipulation that I had to earn the right to
lose my skirt, was I just proving to the others that I was a slut,
desperate to get my clothes off?  If it had been a bunch of strangers, it
may not have mattered, but I cared about what my friends thought about me,
and so I was overanalyzing everything.  Somehow, Lindsay had twisted it so
I was desperate to get my clothes on when only a moment ago I was dreading
it.

   On the other hand, if I did as Lindsay said and earned the right to
strip, wasn -(TM)t that just proving -"once again -"that Lindsay had
complete control over me?

   I stood there, frozen, my fingers literally down my skirt.

    -There, there, pet, - Lindsaiy said.  She stepped behind me and
reached her arms around me.  I gasped slightly as she touched my bare back
with her clothed stomach while her hands grabbed my wrists and lifted them
up.   -I know you want this.  But all in good time.  It -(TM)ll feel much
better when you earn it. -

    -That -(TM)s --not -- -

    -What was that? -

   I whimpered.   -Nothing. -

    -Nothing, Miss Lindsay. -

    -Nothing, Miss Lindsay, - I repeated, like the good little maid I
was.

   I blinked.  Had I really just thought that?  What was happening to me?

   Lindsay stepped back and to the side.   -So.  What should we have you
do before you take off the skirt?  Boys? -

   The three of them looked stunned.  They were witnessing their friend
become completely submissive in a matter of minutes, manipulated like a
trapped mouse captured by a cat.  And they were supposed to participate?

   Oh, crap.  Lindsay had just given all her power, the power that she had
just taken it to me, and given it to them.

   To a bunch of boys.

    -Isn -(TM)t there leftover cake in the fridge? - Jackson asked.   -I
think because Thomas came late, he didn -(TM)t get any.  Maybe Taylor
should serve him some? -

   Lindsay grinned.   -That sounds like a great idea to me, Jackson. 
Doesn -(TM)t seem too hard.  It -(TM)ll give Taylor a chance to practice
being a good little maid.  Taylor? -

   My words choked in my mouth.  My brain was starting to come to the
conclusion that speaking was leading to my hole getting deeper and deeper.
But I couldn -(TM)t not respond.   -Yes, Ms.  Lindsay, - I squeeked.

    -Actually, this is Mr.  Jackson -(TM)s request. -

   I flinched.  Using formal titles for my friends felt wrong, and just
served to highlight the insanity of the situation.  Not to mention, it was
made it even worse that I was taking commands from a boy.

   But I didn -(TM)t have an option.

    -Yes, Mr.  Jackson. - I hurried into the kitchen.  I was glad that I
was still wearing my skirt, at least for the moment, so the boys couldn
-(TM)t admire my butt, but instead were served with only my bare back, save
for a bra strap.

   As I worked to get the cake ready, a thick piece of cherry cheesecake, I
had to stop several times and squeeze my hands shut to stop the trembling
in my fingers.  I focused on my breathing, like I did before one of my swim
meets.  This wasn -(TM)t too bad.  I was just getting him cake -"I -(TM)d
do that anyway, even without the bet, if he had asked.  But the fact that I
was forced to do it made it much more charged.  That, and the knowledge of
what was to come after.

    -Thank you, - Thomas said as I placed the cake in front of him.

   I folded my arms and turned to face Lindsay.   -There.  Now can I
please take off my skirt? - I paused for just a moment, the absurdity of
the words smashing into me like a freight train.   -Miss Lindsay? - I
added, suppressing a wince at almost forgetting.

    -Getting antsy, huh? - Lindsay said.   -No, I don -(TM)t think so.
Not yet, anyways. -

   My heart dropped.  How long was she going to drag this out?

    -But since you -(TM)re so anxious to get your clothes off -- - In a
swift motion, and with the finesse that could only be achieved by an
experienced girl, she undid the strap and let it fall free.

   I shrieked and threw my hands back.  I was stopped by Lindsay, who held
my flailing wrists until I stopped.   -There, there.  Isn -(TM)t that
better? -

    -This wasn -(TM)t the bet, - I hissed, crossing my arms in front of
my chest and pulling them close.

    -I know, but this is more exciting, isn -(TM)t it?  And besides, your
bra is in no real danger of falling off, as long as you don -(TM)t move
around too much. -

   She was right.  My bra was still held up fairly well by the straps
around my shoulders, especially since my tits weren -(TM)t very heavy to
begin with, but it still felt wrong, like I was naked in a public bathroom.
Maybe they wouldn -(TM)t fall, but my tits were threatening to spill out at
any moment if I wasn -(TM)t careful.

    -And no covering, even if it falls. -

   My arms shook -"really, my whole body was shaking -"as I pulled my arms
to my sides.

    -Good, - Lindsay said.   -That -(TM)ll teach you to be thoughtful in
your movements, like a real maid, -

   I stifled a groan.  Could this get any worse?  I hadn -(TM)t even
stripped down to my underwear yet!  My bra and my panties were supposed to
be off-limits, though I doubted that would stop Lindsay.

    -No, I think for you to really earn the right to lose your skirt, you
need to do more than just get Thomas his cake. -

   She was speaking to me, but looking at the boys.   -I think you need to
spoon feed Thomas his cake. -

    -W-what? -

    -On his lap. -