It was not a moment later that Monique came rushing back up the stairs. Her breasts bouncing under her rubber costume. She squeezed past me some how grabbed my hand pulling me along as she rose. Following along I was captivated by how the light glistened off her outfit.
Monique rushed down a hall before turning into an open door and slinging me across the room. I tumbled and fell onto the bed. Monique closed and locked the door before turning to face me. The room was fashionably empty, and a soft afternoon light filled the space through wispy curtains. A guest room, I surmised before refocusing on Monique.
She slowly walked toward me. Her maid's costume creaked and rippled as she walked. The glistening black of her dress was fringed with white rubber ruffles that had replaced the lace. The pleated skirt was bouncy and poofed out around her thighs. Her new breasts bulged forward and seemed to consume my vision. But her voice still registered.
"Ah won't be missed ah'ntil the pizza arrives." Her voice was quiet and breathy. She was smiling.
"Ohh," I said suddenly a little unsure of myself.
"This costume is tres zexy, non?"
"Yes."
"Shut up. I have never worn some'zing so 'ot."
I swallowed.
"Show me more, Magic Man."
"What do you want me to do?" I asked. I was excited but somehow a little scared.
"Make me much zexier." She leaned in real close. I could see right down her top.
Quietly, so she would not be able to hear, I said, "I wish ..."