Lacy Bonds (Veronica's Tale)(Curvy Maids 3): (A Billionaire, BDSM, BBW naughty romance) Read Free

quality outfits. Most are just these cheap Halloween costumes made of plastic or vinyl. But you will be cleaning in them, so you need something that's durable while still being sexy.”
    I blushed.
    Zera laughed, pinching my cheek. “Mr. Marsden is going to love your sexy curves.”
    “Really?” I said. “Why would a billionaire want a...plus size girl like me?”
    “Because a guy wants some meat on his steak. Those skinny girls are all bony.” Zera beamed. “Trust me. You'll look so sexy and irresistible once Molly is done with you.”
    Molly turned out to be an old woman with wispy-white hair. “She's a cute one,” Molly declared as she ushered me into the back room of her small costume shop. “Now strip.”
    She was a bossy broad, so I didn't argue, pulling off the shirt I threw on after work.
    It was embarrassing standing in my bra and panties as Molly's cold, bony fingers ran the cloth tape across all parts of my body. Zera smiled at me as she sat on a chair, playing around on her smart phone.
    “You have a nice figure, girl,” Molly said, her voice crackling like dry leaves. “Padding in all the right places. And your tits.”
    I gasped as she hefted one.
    “Nice and pliant. You're a lucky girl.” She smacked my hip. “Look at these wide hips, Zera. A nice set of birthing hips.”
    “Yes, she is lovely,” Zera agreed.
    I felt like a broodmare being inspected before being taken to the stud.
    “I have just the one in stock,” the old seamstress said when she finished. “I can get the other four to you in two days. For the rushed price.”
    Zera nodded. “Thanks, Molly.”
    Molly grinned at me, pinching my cheek. “All the other curvy gals are so happy. I bet you will be too.”
    “Oh, thanks,” I said.
    “We also have to get you some better underwear,” Zera decided, her eyes flicking down to what I was wearing. “Something classier. Blake will love to see you in some sexy panties. It was one of his requests. Bikini cut, silk or satin.”
    “I'm not getting naked,” I gasped. “I thought this was just strutting around half naked, not fully naked.”
    “It is,” Zera nodded. “If you're not comfortable submitting to that request, you don't have to...”
    But he might not keep me on if I don't. Well, that would be the line. If I get naked, that's cheating on Frank.
    “At the very least, he might catch a flash of your panties, so lets get something sexier than granny panties.”
    I blushed, looking down at the plain panties I bought in a pack of eight from Walmart. “Yeah. That's fine. What about bras?”
    “The uniform will give you support,” Molly answered, walking back in with my maid's uniform. “So unhook your bra and try this on.”
    My cheeks blushed as they both watched me with these clinical expressions. I unhooked my bra, my large breasts jiggling as I dropped it down. The air was cold, and I was so embarrassed to see my nipples were hardening. I quickly grabbed the outfit and pulled it on.
    It was sleeveless and low-cut, the black bodice was trimmed in half-inch lace, my breasts pushed up so they seemed about to overflow the top. Every time I stepped, they jiggled. It was tight, hugging my hips, then the skirt fell to my upper thigh, a few petticoats beneath to give some volume, the lacy bottoms peaked out.
    The uniformed transformed me from my usual, dumpy self to a gorgeous, sexy lady. I smiled, my hips shifting as I saw how beautiful I had become. There was a lot of me to love, and the uniform perfected my figure.
    “Wonderful,” Molly clapped. “You will break his heart, girl. He will not know what to do with you.”
    “Yes, she is lovely,” Zera beamed, giving me a friendly hug.
    “Thanks, Zera,” I said, a tear misting my eyes. “You are a great friend.”

Chapter Two
    “I took that job with Zera,” I told Frank the next day. He woke up around one in the afternoon. Not even my vacuuming woke up him.
    He went out to “practice” with his band and come home