FrancexReader - The New Maid (Part 1/3)

  Francis smirked, staring down at his latest maid's outfit. She was new, and required a new uniform. Shorter skirt, tighter top... Overall sexier, or so he thought. As he heard the knock on his office door, he smiled and turned around, throwing it open. "Bonjour, mon cherie!" His blue eyes widened slightly; god, she was beautiful.

  With a soft smile, you bowed to your new boss, unaware of the new uniform he had picked out for you. "Bonjour, master Bonnefoy." Wait, was that right? You were supposed to address him as 'Master', weren't you? Or was it 'Monsieur'? You couldn't remember! Your smile faded a bit and you looked to the floor, obviously worried you'd got it wrong. Not a good first impression.

  Francis chuckled at your nervousness. He took a step forward and snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you towards him. "I'd prefer 'monsieur', but if you don't 'zpeak French, zhen you can call me master." He smiled wide, and pulled you towards his desk, upon which lay the sexy uniform. "Zis is your outfit. You like it, non?"

  You blushed faintly as he pulled you close. He was quite hansom, afterall. You gave a soft nod and corrected yourself. "Oui. Oui, monsieur." Luckily, you knew a little bit of his language. Not a lot, but enough for now. When you saw what you were expected to wear, your eyes widened slightly. It looked like something for an erotic cosplay, not for cleaning. "Pardon. This is really pretty, but is it really...Really necessary? It looks a bit revealing, to me."

  His smile faded slightly - only slightly. "Oui. All zhe maids wear zis outfit. Is it not Bon?" Francis removed his hand from around your waist and picked up the outfit, holding it out to you. "Now go and try it on~"

  Though not entirely on board with the idea, it was either the uniform or the unemployment line. Finding the alternative quite undesirable, you nodded and hesitantly accepted the clothes from him. "Um..Where can I change? Bathroom?"

  "Non, your quarters," he smirked again, and linked his arm through yours. The blonde led you through the halls of his enormous mansion until he reached a room in the very back, top corner. "Zis is your room," Francis gave a nod and opened the door. The room was of course elaborate, thanks to his wonderful taste in design, but small.

  Wow. This man was certainly one for touching, wasn't he? Oh well. Better to just grin and bear it, rather than complain and risk getting yourself fired, before you even started. As he led you down the hall, you observed the mansion in awe, taking in all of the beautiful decorations and paintings that filled it. Once he revealed your new living quarters, you smiled wide, not caring one bit about the size. "Ah~ Si magnifique!" You turned to him and bowed again. "Merci, monsieur Bonnefoy."

  He bowed slightly as well and took your hand, gently kissing it. "I'm glad you like your room, Madame. I will see you later, Oui? I've got work to do." And with that, he nodded, gave a coy smile, and hurried off. He decided then and there that he /would/ in fact see that girl later. In a wonderful way.

  'Hand kissing, too?' You thought to yourself. 'It's ok, _____, he's French. That's what they do.' As he left, you quietly closed the door to what was now, basically your bedroom, laying the outfit over the edge of the bed to free your hands. Giving a sigh of preparation, you casually stripped yourself of your normal clothes, leaving only your bra and underwear. Taking the uniform back in hand, you looked at it curiously, not entirely sure of how to even put it on. However, after inspecting it for a moment, you figured it out, slipping into it with only little trouble. It was a bit tight at the waist, though the same couldn't be said for the skirt. It was very lose at the bottom and rather puffy...And short. Very short, coming down to just above your mid thigh. You tried your best to tug it down, but it simply wouldn't cooperate. You looked good, sure, but you were definitely correct in assuming it was revealing. Blushing a bit at your new attire, you slowly opened the door, talking to yourself as you stepped back into the hall. "Ok...So what, now? Do I just start cleaning, or what?"

  When the door opened, it startled a passing maid, who was bringing Francis his wine. She wore just about the same outfit. "Oh, pardon," she murmured, looking up with a smile, "You must be new. I'm Lucille. Welcome, welcome!" The woman, holding the tray in one hand, stuck her other hand out to shake.

  "Oh. Thank you." You smiled at her, happily shaking her hand. "Yeah, I'm new. It's nice to meet you, Lucille. I'm _____." Scanning over her uniform, you noted that her skirt was a tad longer than yours, but didn't pay much attention to it. You laughed nervously, gesturing to your room. "Forgive me, but I'm not exactly sure what I'm supposed to be doing. No-one gave me any instructions, other than to get changed."

  "Oh, yes. Monsuier isn't very good at giving instructions," she chuckled, "Just follow me, Oui?" Lucille smiled sweetly and continued to walk, wine in hand.

  "Oui." You giggled and gave her a nod, proceeding to walk beside her, though you found it a bit difficult in your new shoes. Noticing she seemed to have no problems in them, you decided to ask about it. "Lucille, how long did it take you to get used to these things?" It was obvious that you were talking about your shoes, from the way you were stumbling. "They're kinda hard to walk in."

  The girl grinned and took your arm gently, helping you walk. "Not long, dear. Don't worry. You'll learn." Lucille stopped in front of Francis's office, and looked back. "He only likes one at a time in there. Just wait right here." She stepped into his office. Bumps, scuffles and muffled conversation were heard. Then giggling, and Lucille stepped out again. Her hat was askew, her dress tugged up and untied in the back, and she had a heavy blush on her face. "M-Monsieur wants you to...to bring him some cheese, a-and crackers. Kitchen is d-down the hall, t-to your left..."

  You couldn't help but worry about your new friend. Why was she so...Different, all of the sudden. Placing a concerned hand on her shoulder, you spoke up. "Hey...What's wrong? You ok?"

  "Oui, I-I'm fine." She smiled at you, dusting herself off, and hurried away down the hall. "I've got to go; lots of work to do. Good luck!"

  "Um...Ok. Thanks." You didn't quite believe her, but if she didn't want to talk, you weren't about to pry. Somewhat pushing the thought out of your head, you turned and headed down the hall, where she said the kitchen was. Once you found it, you began to rummage through the cabinets, looking for the crackers; A bit of a challenge with how much food was stored in them. You soon found them and placed them on a plate, quickly followed by the cheese. Luckily, the cheese was in the fridge, which wasn't very hard to find. Taking the plate in both hands - you couldn't yet carry it in one hand, like Lucille, thanks to your shoes - you then made your way back to Francis' office, knocking to ask for entry. "Monsieur Bonnefoy? It's _____. I have the cheese and crackers you asked for."

  "Oui, come in ____," came the simple reply. Francis sat at his desk, working on paperwork and sipping from his glass of wine. He smiled when you walked in, and stood to take the plate. "Getting to know zhe ozer maids, mmm?"

  You nodded, smiling as you handed him the plate. "Oui. Just Lucille, so far. She's nice. But..." Your smile fell slightly. "She seemed a bit off, a few minutes ago. Like, she was was stuttering and whatnot. Does she always do that?"

  "Ohonhonhonhon...only after she 'as a special visit with yours truly~" Francis winked at you and wrapped his arm around your waist again. "And I zink...I zink zat you should 'ave zat visit too, non?" His hand trailed down the hem of your skirt as he spoke.

  "S-Special visit?" His hand did not go unnoticed by you. You blushed a decent shade of red at the close proximity of your bodies, trying to back away from him. Suddenly, Lucille's behavior made a bit more sense. "M-Monsieur...W-What are you doing?"

  "Zere's a reason I 'ad you wear zat outfit, Madame," he smirked and stepped towards you. With his arms placed around your waist again, he pulled you close and placed a kiss on your cheek. His hands fell back to your skirt.

  As if you weren't already uncomfortable enough, now he was kissing you?? Oh, that was just too much. Using one hand to push off of him, you used the other to try and push his hands away from your skirt. "Monsieur, i-is this even legal? T-To have this kind of interaction w-with one's hired help?"

  "Of course it is," Francis said, crossing his arms. "Now come 'ere to papa Francis~" He held his arms out to you, coaxing you forward as he smirked in a very flirty way.

  'Papa'? Now you understood what was up with this guy. He's one of those perverted men that treats his maids, in this case, like his own little play things. Well, not you. No, sir. Shaking your head, you took a step back, refusing to give into his pervy games. "Je suis désolé, monsieur, but I'm not that kind of girl."

  Francis frowned, and then glared at you, arms crossed again. "If you work for me, you are. Now come 'ere!"

  You gritted your teeth and looked down at the floor. Damn him! He knew you needed the money and couldn't risk quitting or getting fired. Clenching your fists, you gave a sigh of defeat and slowly walked over to him, surrendering yourself to his whims. "O-Oui..." Had it not been for the fact that you were so desperate for money, you would've quit in the blink of an eye. However, you weren't that fortunate.

  Francis chuckled and nodded. He kissed your lips softly and tilted your head up so your eyes met. "But right now, I'm very busy, hmm? So run along." He kissed you again, letting his hands pull up your skirt slightly before turning you around. With a swat to your bottom, he chuckled and went back to his desk.

  You felt your skirt rise, but didn't have time to lower it before his hand made contact with your rear, causing you to jump. With a small yelp of surprise, you glared back at him as you left his office, making sure to hold your skirt in its proper place. Once back in the hall, where he couldn't see you, you silently flipped him the finger before angrily making your way back to your room. You walked in an plopped down on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. "Good job, _____. You managed to get yourself hired for a creep." Groaning, you sat up, wondering if you could find Lucille, without assistance. Maybe she had some tips or something that could help you. You stood up and walked out, deciding to try and find her. You didn't have anything else to do, anyway.