Fuming, Eric stood up and slammed his bedroom door shut. Then sat back down at his computer, typing in Mark's name. "Get my panties in a bunch, huh?" He grumbled angrily... "We'll see..."
Mark closed the door behind him and sauntered over to Megan, who was already busy taking her blouse off. She was just unsnapping her bra when they were both blinded by a bright flash.
"And take this one too," Megan ordered, holding the bra out. "I'm slipping into something more comfortable for the night..." A dainty, manicured hand reached out and took the garment.
"Anyzing else, Madam?" Monique asked in her accented voice. Megan regarded their maid for a moment. She was only a couple years older than her, at 24, but insisted on calling her "Madam". She was clothed in a very stereotypical maid's uniform, with a low bust line, encasing her large DD breasts, barely, and rising up nearly above her thighs, showing wide childbearing hips and a large plump ass. It was quite scandalous. She didn't know why her father let their maid dress that way.
"Yeah, while you're at it," Megan stood and finished undressing down to her panties. "Take these," she indicated the discarded clothes, and a pile of dirty clothes "and those...and get them washed..."
Monique simply nodded and went about gathering the clothes as Megan changed into a pair of pajamas. "Oui, madam..." She left with the bundle, shutting the door on her way out.
Eric laughed triumphantly to himself as he watched, through his video feed, Megan's boyfriend, turned family house maid, leave the room, none the wiser. "Wow...this is amazing..." He was struck by another idea and typed furiously into his keyboard again, the video feed following "Monique" as she descended down the stairs...
Monique hummed to herself as she descended the stairs, her mistress's dirty clothes, bundled tightly in her arms, when suddenly, her panties tightened nearly painfully against her womanhood, and in between her butt cheeks. "Oh, Mon dieu!" she yelped, jumping and dropping the bundle of clothes. "Oh, comment maladroite de moi!" She scolded herself for her clumsiness. She stepped down a couple of steps, and bent down to pick up the discarded garments, but yelped as her panties seemed to bunch against her clitoris, causing a bit of discomfort.
As she picked up the last article of clothing, and stood back up, she heard a door open and young master Chow's voice shouted down the hallway. "Hey, Monique. Come here..." He told her.
"Oui, Monsieur..." She complied, going back upstairs, the bundle of clothes still in her arms, the panties still wedged uncomfortably against her, causing her to mince her steps. She walked into Eric's room.
"Close the door..." He told her, a wide grin on his face. She did so, using her elbows, then turned back to face him, waiting patiently for her orders. "You look a little uncomfortable..." He noted. She smiled slightly, and shrugged.
"Eet eez nozing..." she consented.
"What's the matter? You get your panties in a bunch?" He laughed. Monique blushed brightly, not getting the joke, but not wanted to appear rude, she giggled slightly. "Why don't you get out of those clothes and clean my room naked?" He asked her.
Monique's eyes grew wide. "I-I...I shouldn't...eet would not be...how you say...appropriate...?" she argued.
"Now, Monique...you don't want to be disobeying orders, do you?" Eric asked.
"Of course not, Monsieur! I just do not zink-" Monique began before Eric cut her off.
"But your not here to "zink", are you Monique. Your here to do as we tell you. And I just told you to clean my room naked...besides, aren't those panties of your's uncomfortable?" Eric asked her.
"Oui..." Monique consented, looking away, ashamed. She sat down mistress Megan's clothes, and reached up to the shoulders of her top, slipping them down, until her large breasts bounced free of their restraints. Her large pink nipples grew erect as the cool air met them. She pulled the garment down, past her curvaceous hips, and stepped out of them, now clad only in her heels and her incredibly uncomfortable panties. She kicked off the heels and reached for the panties, which were pressed tightly against her pussy, causing a camel toe. She wiggled out of those too, and Eric laughed, causing her to blush harder as she revealed herself to him in all her glory.
"Before you get started..." Eric said, unzipping his pants, revealing his fully erect member, "I want a blow job..." Monique gasped at the member revealed before her. It was quite a sight, and she found herself growing slightly moist at the mere sight.
"Bonté...il est si grand..." She muttered, but dutifully, she approached and knelt in front of him. She hesitated only a moment before placing the head in her mouth and proceeded to give Eric one of the best blow jobs he had ever been given. After she had finished, Monique stood and cleaned his room as Eric examined some more of the options on the Master Pc. He tweaked some of Monique's settings, and the settings of his family towards Monique.
After about an hour or so, Eric's room was clean, and Monique gathered the discarded clothes, hers and Megan's. Before she left, Eric stopped her again. "Hey...Why don't you go take the trash out, and then mow the yard? And don't worry about clothes...That will be your new uniform..." He said, gesturing at her nude form. Monique nodded and left the room to do as she was told.
He loved watching her from his live feed, and spent the next hour following her, laughing as she started the lawnmower, her bare breasts bouncing wildly as she pulled the cord for the old push mower. He laughed as she sputtered as bits of stray grass flew into her face and mouth. "I love this thing!" He cheered. He pounded his fist on his desk, then cried out in pain as he realized it was his bad hand.
He looked back at the computer. "Fine...you can change my sister's annoying boyfriend into an actual French maid, but can you fix my hand?" He typed in his name, and entered in the text box.
"My hand will be healed, as if I never injured it today."
He gasped as the bandaging vanished, as did the pain in his hand, and he flexed it, finding it pain free. "Nice...now, if only I knew what to do about that twerp Mike..." He grinned madly, an idea coming to mind.
