The woman who stepped from the machine was very different.  Hair a rich chesnut brown done up in a elegant up do.  Makeup light and professional.  She was wearing a french maid outfit with a low cut top with frilly apron and short skirt showing off her long toned legs complete with fishnet hose and stiletto heels.  As Susan looked into a mirror to check her appearance she once more felt the disbelief that she had gotten herself into this situation. 

It had all started on a normal ladies night out with Janet, Jen, and some of the other female heros when they had started a game of poker.  The game had progressed with the usual drinking and gossiping until she had gotten low on chips.  Jen had thrown out the suggestion of trading in articles of clothing for more. 

Eventually it had gotten down to Susan in her panties and what she thought was an unbeatable hand.  Since her panties weren't rated as valuable enough, despite a few snickers and jibes of how much some perverts would pay for them, it was suggested that Sue put up a forfeit of some sort.  Even now she wasn't sure who made the suggestion but maid service had been put forth and after some argument had been agreed to with Jen drawing up a document, which included a minimum number of hours a day that had to be worked, employer control of the uniform, and number of days of service, and Susan signing it plus witnesses. 

The hand was played and Sue lost the pot and her forfeit.

So here she was getting ready for her first day of service, she was lucky they had allowed her to use the perception filter to disguise herself just in case anyone saw her.  Her new employer had picked her look and also chosen the name of Suzette for her.

Next Chapters

• Flashback to the poker game.
• Suzette's first day of service, who is her employer? (Open)
• Fast forward to the end of the first week of service. (Open)
• Mr.P invites Suzette in And decides that she should be a Frenchmaid Fuck-Toy...We all know who Mr.P is... (Open)

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