Under the Influence Part 8

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Brody stuffed yet another pillow into its case and cursed under his breath as one of the stupid acrylic nails his sister had glued to him caught on the coarse fabric. Finally freeing himself, he swore again and tossed the pillow onto the bed. He had spent countless hours humiliating himself, all the time putting money in Claire's bank account, and yet in a way, this was somehow worse. Not the least of his problems was the ridiculous uniform he had been given to wear. Sure, it was befitting of the role he was fulfilling, but it was not befitting of his body. He may have slender curves and soft skin from the hormones his sister had been feeding him, but he still maintained his average male height and as a result the flimsy skirt of the maid's outfit flipped over his pantied ass every time he raised his arms.

The meagre money he had stuffed into his purse upon escaping from his apartment had barely covered two nights in a hotel, leaving him absolutely nothing for the guys' clothing he craved so much. Two days of hiding in his room passed excruciatingly slowly. The only times he dared slip outside was to get his fill of the breakfast buffet and he spent the entire time scanning the dining hall in fear of spotting a leather-clad dominatrix, whip in hand, stalking her prey. Still, the large purse he had brought with him came in handy as he was able to fill it with pastries to keep him full for the rest of the day. No-one suspected the delicate blonde woman in the gaudy dresses of trying to steal food.

By the time checkout arrived, Brody still didn't have a plan and desperation set in. That is how he became the newest member of the Rest-Eze Hotel's housekeeping staff. Management agreed to let him continue to stay in his room as long as he spent the day cleaning and preparing bed linens. It wasn't clear if that was the only job available, or if the leering manager just wanted to see what the blonde creature with glowing skin and plump lips would look like as a French Maid, but one thing was for sure – the flimsy uniform he was given simply wasn't up to the task.

Brody threw a duvet cover over the bed and the familiar swish of the dress exposing his ass instantly made him regret it. The phone tucked into his apron vibrated and he removed it to see he had a message from his sister. Probably she wanted to know where he was hiding. To his horror the screen simply read “REST-EZE HOTEL, MAIN STREET”. Another one popped up instantly. “WHAT YOU THOUGHT I DIDN'T EXPECT YOU TO MAKE A RUN FOR IT AT SOME POINT? I PUT A TRACKER UNDER ONE OF YOUR NAILS.” And then finally, “I ALSO POSTED A LINK TO IT ON YOUR ONLYFEMMES PAGE. JUST IN CASE.”

Before he could scream, the door flew open and a sneering figure blocked his exit. Brody stood there in heels dumbly, the duvet still in his hands as Lady Radius snapped the riding crop into her palm.