[Episode 263645] [Episode 263645]“Oh, my, of course, you are, Ranko,” Kasumi smiled as if the younger maid had said something amusing. “Maids wear aprons.”
“Apron!?” without other distractions, Ranko finally noticed that was what she was wearing. That was all she was wearing! Pink, it had ruffly lace all around the edges of it, with a Hello Kitty over the groin area. “Where's the rest of the uniform?!”
“Each department and sub-department has their own design. You haven't been assigned to any one, yet.”
“But, but – I'm flashing!” she hissed. Not that had ever bothered her when she was a guy.
“Oh, my. What a strange reaction. As I said, except for Master, you will only meet females at Hanaukyo.” Ranko's mouth moved, but no words came out. “If you are embarrassed over your body, don't be. Master selects only those with the best to be his maids. And I can see you have one of the most exceptional bodies I've ever seen. Not many girls are blessed with your height, cuteness and measurements.”
Blessed, she says! Ranko grimaced. “Can I at least go somewhere more private?” They were standing in one of the many, many long, wide and high halls of the mansion. Besides the random movements of live girls (all in fully dressed, as maids), there were all along it statues of fully or partially nude women whose eyes seemed to (from Ranko's thinking) stare at her. Not to mention those of the life-sized paintings of nymphs and other female mythological figures. If she knew the way, she would have already done the Saotome Special Technique , instead of pressing her bare ass up against the wall.
“Oh, my, I'm afraid not, Ranko. A maid always rooms near her work station. And, as I said, you haven't been assigned any, yet.”
“So how do I–”
“Here, take this,” a maid thrust a broom at Ranko. Ranko's world spun. With a tall, statuesque body of a model, the platinum blond with a red forelock looked at her with her dark brown eyes. She was in a blue maid's uniform. The dress was short, but Ranko began wishing it was even shorter.
“Akane, isn't this supposed to be your job?” Kasumi said.
“Akane?” Ranko smiled whistfully. Then, “Hunh? Another Akane?”
“Akane Aikawa!” beautiful teen presented her hand limply. “Pleased to meet you, probably.” Ranko took it and did all the work of the handshake; her phobia only went part way up the arm. “You're kohai, right? That means I'm senpai, and you have to do as I say.” She held out the broom again. To her surprise, Ranko took it. She "sang" rather than just talk.
“Akane. You do the sweeping. Ranko will do the mopping.”
“Do I have to?” Akane said; but all Ranko said was, “Sure.” There was something different going on. Ranko still had her phobia, but by concentrating on what she liked about a girl, she seemed to get outside help against what she didn't. Outside? Could it be that constant male presence of his Miss Sakura talked about?!
“Fine, then. Ranko I will send an team by later to evaluate your work ethic.” Kasumi waved as she and Cynthia left.
As soon as Kasumi was mostly out of earshot, Akane leaned against the wall and squatted down. “Work ethic, schmerk ethic. I'm bored.”
“But it's your job. What will others think? Where's, Do My Best?”
“Hmm...?? Look at me,” she practically demanded. “I'm here because I'm beautiful. No matter how little I do, they still keep me here. I'd like to... No, I don't think I'd really like to go back home. Oh, dear. I don't really know where I'd rather be! It's just not here.” The brainwashing? Ranko thought. This Akane's attitude was weakening Ranko's interest in her. Have to find something else to think about!
Ranko moved to try to get a peek between her legs. Three maids walked past behind Ranko. One of them whistled; the other two chuckled, and one of them said, “Nice ass there!” Ranko swung around as her hand swung around and tried close the back again. She wondered if her ass was too big; it certainly felt to her bigger and softer than Ranma's.
“Oh, no,” Akane said pushing Ranko's ass away from her face. “I'm not in the mood. Then, I seldom am in the mood. *Sigh*.” Ranko got a thrill, but it wasn't from the touch. It was from the thought of being touched by a beautiful girl. “Are you into the model-type? Why do so many girls like my type? I can't introduce you to one like me, because I don't remember their names. Model-types seem to prefer other types to their own kind, any way. *Sigh* If they like any type. ...Oh, look at that. I'm not cleaning that up. You're the one who's supposed to mop.”
Ranko took her mind off Akane's body to wonder what she was babbling about. There, on the floor, between her legs, a puddle had begun to form. She was dripping from her pussy. Ranko's pussy! “But I'm a guy!” Aaa! Did I blow it?!
“You are?” Akane looked the length of redhead petite but buxom, wide-hipped body. She rose until she was standing over her. She looked the Ranko straight into the eyes. “Now this is interesting.”
(Posted Tue, 23 Sep 2014 00:23)
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