Maid Trip

— Oh, hehe, zhey all look at uz like we are… how you zay... bonbons on parade, — sang the girl now calling herself Lily with a sly giggle, adjusting her lace headband and dramatically crossing her slim legs in black stockings. — Zhis stuff, mon dieu, it iz fantastique… I feel like... zhe air kisses me, oui?

— Pff, speak for yourzelf, — Coco snorted, instinctively straightening the white apron over her ample tits, which just a few hours ago she had touched in panic and disgust. Now, it all felt disturbingly pleasant. — Zhey look at uz like pervs. I swear, if one more old man winkz...

Lily turned to her with a devilish smile:

— But chérie, look at us. We are — comme on dit — fantastique. La perfection, non?

Both girls, once bored, wealthy men named Jason and Frank, now sat on the bench like real French maids — their breasts bounced with every breath, tights pulled to perfection, short dresses nearly revealing what they no longer had. And all of this, they thought, or had been convinced by a mysterious pleasure dealer going by the alias Monsieur Delirium, was just a "game of imagination" or a "maid trip." But what wouldn't you try, thought both girls, among all kinds of "drugs" to kill the boredom, especially when you've already tried everything in the world and you're just so damn bored!

But boredom wasn’t the feeling now. Everything looked real — too real. The monsieur had said the trip would last a day. Well then, why not go for a stroll, they’d thought, and off they went to this park, convinced they still looked like men. But now, after a few hours, they started to wonder if maybe they didn’t... though it seemed insane, so they hadn’t said it out loud just yet.

— I thought it waz like, hallucination, non? — Coco whispered, sneaking a glance at the long lashes of her new friend sitting beside her. — But it’z not... Zhe wind touches me and I feel... hot. It iz wrong.

Lily smiled:

— Wrong? Chérie... I just feel... alive.

And at that moment, HE approached them.

First came the disgusting squeak of sneakers. Then — a shadow. Tall, unshaven, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and reeking of booze with every breath. Maybe forty, cheap T-shirt, and a look in his eyes... filthy. Locked right on their cleavage.

— Well, hello there, babies, — he rasped, giving them a once-over that made Lily feel both sick and, for some reason... warm in her belly.

— Zhello... monsieur, — she said with a nervous smile, swallowing hard and nearly losing her voice. What the hell was that? Arousal? From HIM?

Coco stared at him like he was a cockroach — and yet couldn’t look away from his hands. Rough, hairy, real. The kind she used to have not long ago.

— You... like our... costumés? — she mumbled, feeling her nipples tighten beneath the fabric of her blouse. She sat up straighter, lifting her tits like she wanted to show them off. Like she was silently screaming, "Pick me!"

— Yeah, — he grinned, — especially the shy one. You, baby, don’t seem to mind, huh?

Coco’s cheeks flared with heat. It made her angry, disgusted, humiliated — and yet... she bit her lip and said:

— Maybe... we can talk, monsieur? You zhow uz... zhe... fun of zhe park?

Lily nudged her with an elbow, almost whispering:

— Are you insane!? He’s disgusting!

— I know... but I can’t help it, — Coco whispered back. — Zhe drug... or maybe... zhe body. It wantz him...

They both looked at him. He pulled out some gum, shoved it into his mouth, and spat loudly off to the side. Somehow, that crude move made something clench low in both their bellies, and as if sensing it, he grinned the moment he turned and saw their flushed faces.

— So, girls, which one of you’s gonna kiss my Jake first?

A few seconds of sudden silence, then:

— Who is Jake? — asked Lily.

He smirked and slapped his crotch, like confirming what both girls already suspected — and instead of turning away or telling him to fuck off, they both just laughed. Nervously. Like women. For real.

— Oh là là... zhis iz going to be… intense, non?