China Maid, Chapter 2

Alice arrived for her first day at work at 7 AM, carrying an organic coffee in one hand and the House Manual in her other. Knocking on Jocelyn's massive front door, she was cooly greeted by Farrah.
	"Hi Farrah! I'm here to start," Alice announced, giving the girl a wide smile.
	"Great!" Farrah replied. "You'll need to throw out that coffee to start. No liquids except water when we're working."
	Alice started to say something but stopped herself, then went into the kitchen to pour her drink down the drain, appreciating its wonderful aroma as the last of it swirled away.
	She rejoined Farrah in the entrance, and the girl handed her a glossy white box with her name written on the top.
	"Your uniform," Farrah told her, as Alice opened the box. "Hurry up and get changed, the bathroom is down the hall."
	Alice hurried down the opulent hallway, going into the bathroom and putting her box on the ground. Kneeling on the cold tile floor, she opened the box and saw her outfit for the first time.
	It was exactly the same as Farrah's: the same sleeveless black tunic, the same stockings, the same black high heels. But when Alice looked at the shoes more closely, she let out a gasp. They were brand new Christian Louboutins! She held the 4" high heels in her hands as though they were priceless treasures, knowing these shoes cost over five hundred dollars. Alice had dreamed of owning these when she had an established career, now she was wearing them right out of high school!
	Alice's enthusiasm dampened when she saw the undergarments.
	The bra had no padding, and was little more than a training bra that had been made more constricting than Alice had ever seen. Putting it on, it seemed to downplay Alice's already small boobs, which she found quite troubling. She quickly became distracted from this when she saw the next piece, though.
	It was an old-fashioned garter belt that was downright intimidating in its complexity! Alice had to watch videos online to even understand how to put it on, and it took a lot of effort to get the wide band to fit around her waist. When she hooked the clasps in the back, the thing felt awfully tight even though she had put it on the loosest configuration. Alice sighed when she looked at the next step: she would have to put each of the nubs beneath her stockings, then clasp the garters on top to secure each individual one.
	In the video Alice watched, the example garter belt had eight straps in total and the nubs were made of some kind of rubber or plastic material. Her own garter belt had ten clasps on each leg, and the nubs were made of a gilded metal material. It took Alice quite a while to secure each of the clasps onto her stockings, and she got increasingly nervous as she felt that Farrah was waiting for her to be done. By the end, she was cursing her own stupidity as she reached behind herself to connect her garter to her stockings.
	Finally, Alice finished putting on the complicated lingerie, proudly buttoning her black skirt above it. She didn't notice any panties in the white box, so she kept her own pair on, hooking the garter belt on top of them. She put her clothes into the white box, slipped on her high heels (loving the way they felt against her feet), and examined herself in the mirror. The only thing she could focus on, though, was the small hills of her boobs: the outfit seemed to call attention to the fact that she had small breasts. After a lifetime of finding ways of disguising this fact, she was now trapped in an outfit that made it plain as day that she wasn't well-endowed. Alice closed her eyes, and went to join Farrah in the kitchen.
	The girl was busying herself with making Jocelyn's morning coffee, slowly pouring boiling water over a filter above a cup.
	"What took you so long?" Farrah asked, giving Alice an incredulous look.
	"I'm sorry," Alice answered, blushing. "It's just that the garter belt took me so long to wear, I've never--"
	"You must not make excuses," Farrah hissed, looking around as though to see if anyone were listning. "It's okay this one time, but you must practice and get better. Miss Jocelyn or Miss Zuang would be livid if it took you so long to get ready."
	Alice registered the criticism, although she was annoyed that Farrah had interrupted her. She reminded herself that Farrah was her supervisor, though, and tried to overlook her offense.
	"You can start by bringing this to Miss Jocelyn's room," Farrah said, placing a white ceramic cup of coffee onto a silver tray loaded with cream, sugar, and a dainty little spoon.
	"It's the first one upstairs on the left," Farrah said, hurrying away to complete another task.
	Alice picked up the tray and walked up the stairs to Jocelyn's room, having only the slightest of difficulty walking up the white marble stairs. She knocked gently on Jocelyn's six panel white door, and waited for an answer.
	"You can come in," she heard Jocelyn say. Alice balanced her tray in one hand, and opened the door.
	Thinking back, Alice had only been in Jocelyn's room maybe once, and she was struck by its beauty. The wealthy Chinese girl's room had hardwood floors, soft lighting, and a massive king sized bed with white vaunting. Jocelyn was lying against some plush-looking pillows wearing a simple white tank top, and although she wasn't wearing makeup and her hair wasn't done she still looked cute. The room seemed to be designed to create the most flattering lighting for her.
	"Alice! How do you feel on your first day?" Jocelyn murmured, rubbing her eyes in a charming way.
	"Good! I have your morning coffee, Jocelyn," Alice announced, stepping over some of the yoga pants, shoes, and workout gear strewn around Jocelyn's floors. For how nice the room was, it was sure messy.
	"Um, while you work for me, you'll need to refer to me as 'Miss Jocelyn' or 'Miss Zuang' like Farrah does, " Jocelyn corrected her, using the vocal fry she had cultivated since they became popular. Alice noticed that it made her sound bratty, but in a way that invited you to pamper her.
	"Like, you don't know this but in Chinese culture it's really important how servants act," Jocelyn explained. "How you behave reflects on me, and if people see that I let you misbehave, I will lose face. I can forgive it this time, but be more careful in the future."
	Alice felt a sting when Jocelyn said 'servants.' Did Jocelyn truly believe that her own life was so important that other people should live in a way just to make her look good? She felt the urge to argue but held herself back, knowing that this was part of the job.
	Maybe Anna had a point that Alice was too proud.
	"Yes, Miss Jocelyn," Alice answered sweetly, when Jocelyn took the cup without thanking her.
	Alice was about to leave Jocelyn's room.
	"Wait!" Jocelyn announced, and Alice turned around to see the girl pointing her new cell phone at her.
	"Let me take a photo for your first day! Smile!"
	Alice, caught off guard, did her best to smile in a dignified way while dressed in her maid's outfit carrying a serving tray. She heard Jocelyn's phone snap a lot of photos, and she felt rather dumb just standing there.
	"Perfect! What's your name on IG?" Jocelyn asked. Alice answered, surprised that she and Jocelyn weren't already friends on the app.
	"For the caption, I'll say, 'Getting served coffee in bed is the best way to start the day!'"
	Again, Alice tried to leave but Jocelyn stopped her.
	"Wait, now you have to take some photos of me drinking the coffee! Get a lot of different shots from different angles, try to make me look... I don't know, wise," Jocelyn said, giggling.
	Alice couldn't help but smile as she took the girl's phone and snapped several shots of Jocelyn drinking coffee in bed with a serene expression. She noticed that Jocelyn really was quite beautiful, with almond-shaped eyes, neatly shaped eyebrows and a cute little nose. Her skin was flawless and radiant: some blend between white and honey brown and she had full, pouty lips. Her big boobs figured prominently in the photos, which Alice was sure Jocelyn was doing on purpose.
	Alice had to set her tray down and kneel to occasionally get some unique angles of Jocelyn, and when she handed the phone back the girl seemed content.
	"Great! Tell Farrah that we'll leave for the party at 10:30, and she can come up now," Jocelyn said, dismissing Alice.
	Before Alice left the room, Jocelyn stopped her one more time. It took effort for Alice not to ball her fists up in her annoyance.
	"Wait Alice. Didn't you read the house manual? Whenever one of my maids is greeting or leaving me, she has to curtsy and say "Greetings Ma'am" if she's arriving or "With your pardon, Miss Jocelyn, if she's leaving."
	Alice remembered seeing Farrah do such a thing, but it felt incredibly servile to be doing it herself. Not wanting to disappoint Jocelyn, Alice turned towards the girl, put her right foot behind her left and curtseyed. She dipped at the knees and raised her skirt ever so slightly, trying not to reveal the straps of her garter belt, and felt odd about having to show Jocelyn this level of submission. Jocelyn smiled (smirked, Alice thought) but didn't seem like she was very impressed.
	"With your pardon, Miss Jocelyn," Alice said, as sweetly as she could.
	"You may leave. Don't worry, you'll get better with time. You're going to have a lot of practice, after all," Jocelyn said, finally allowing Alice to leave.
	Alice left the room thinking about all the rituals she would have to remember for the simplest of tasks. She went downstairs and found Farrah in the kitchen preparing a bowl of cut fruit: honeydew, cantalope and strawberries that had a heavenly smell and were at the peak of ripeness. Alice's mouth watered and she wondered if Farrah would allow her to have a piece.
	"Miss Jocelyn is ready for you, and she says we will leave for the party at 10:30," Alice said.
	"Okay, I'll bring this upstairs and help Miss Jocelyn get ready. You can clean the cutting board I used and throw away all the unused fruit. Then you can wash other dishes from this morning," Farrah said.
	"Okay. Where is the dishwasher?" Alice asked. Farrah laughed in response, but in a genial way.
	" I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh," Farrah said, and her smile undercut any anger Alice felt.
	"The Zuang family believes that certain things are best done by hand, so they have no dishwasher," Farrah explained. The way Farrah spoke made Alice think the girl had great learning.
	"Speaking of that, you will need to remove that nail polish you have on your fingers," Farrah said, referring to the manicure Alice gotten only a few days ago.. "We are only allowed to wear nail lacquer at our employer's discretion. You will find manicure tools in the same bathroom you changed in. Remove the polish and get started. Also, you will have to take out your earrings."
	Farrah left at her characteristic brisk pace, and Alice walked to the bathroom trying not to grumble. She had just gotten her manicure done at one of those upscale salons. She loved the sky blue color she picked out, and she even paid $15 extra to have the technician paint a little octopus one one of her nails. She frowned as she removed her nail polish, feeling more plain as she looked at her bare nails. Was all this in that silly house manual??
	With a sigh, she went to wash the dishes.
	A little more than an hour later, she heard the click-clack of Farrah's shoes, and knew the girls were heading down to the living room. She dried the cutting board and went to join them, figuring it was about 10. When she saw Jocelyn walking down the stairs, her first instinct was to stay put, but Jocelyn gave her a meaningful look and Alice automatically cursteyed.
	"Greetings, ma'am," Alice said.
	Jocelyn was dressed comfortably in denim short shorts, a white tank top, and flip flops. Her hair and makeup were impressively styled: she had subtle gold eyeshadow, cat eye liner, and a voluminous hairstyle which Alice guessed was Farrah's work. Such a transformation in less than an hour's time was impressive, and Alice found herself admiring Farrah's handiwork. Naturally, Jocelyn descended the stairs first, with Farrah a few steps behind carrying the girl's Hermes purse.
	"Alright, let's get to the party! Farrah, you drive and Alice you can sit in the back with me," Jocelyn announced, not breaking her stride towards the door. Farrah handed the designer purse to Alice, then rushed ahead to open the door for Jocelyn.
	The three of them walked to the massive white town car in the driveway, with Farrah again opening the door for Jocelyn while Alice scurried around the side to climb in.
	As soon as the car started moving, Jocelyn kicked off her flip flops, leaned against the door and adjusted her legs so that her bare feet were resting against Alice's upper thighs. Alice looked down at the girl's feet, which she guessed to be a size five, and admired her immaculate white pedicure, but the sensation of Jocelyn rubbing her toes against her nylons was oddly intimate. Alice blushed.
	"Don't mind me," Jocelyn explained, slowly rubbing her feet up and down Alice's thighs. "I just love the sensation of nylon against my feet. Is that weird? Anyway, I like to do this, it puts me in a really good mood."
	Alice stifled a sigh as the rich Chinese girl ran her feet along every part of her legs, occasionally gripping her stockings between clenched toes. Alice tried to distract herself by looking out the window, although her throat tightened up and she felt the color rise in her cheeks. The way Jocelyn ran her feet all along Alice's thighs felt possessive and highly intimate.
	If she was being honest, it also felt pleasant: Jocelyn's feet were very soft and clean and the way the girl stroked her somehow made Alice feel nervous and excited at the same time. It was undeniably sapphic.
	"Here, Alice, take my phone and read the messages people posted on IG. If I look at my phone while driving it makes me nauseous," Jocelyn said, handing her phone over.
	Alice, glad for any distraction from Jocelyn's ministrations, took the phone and opened the social networking app.
	"Well Miss Jocelyn," Alice began, "the photo of you drinking the coffee got 250 likes and three comments."
	Jocelyn beamed in response, giving Alice a look that urged her to share more.
	"Julia says, 'OMG you are beautiful!', Kelly says, 'Jealoussss with four s's.'
	Jocelyn laughed, a cute melodic giggle that made Alice proud of herself.
	"Victoria says, 'Ugh I want your life!" Alice finished.
	Jocelyn shifted her position and Alice felt a new sensation against her legs, which caused her heart to flutter. Jocelyn had moved her feet so they were much closer to Alice's nether region, and was running her big toe against the straps of Alice's garter belt. Alice looked at Jocelyn, blushing, but she didn't dare to object.
	"This is like, my favorite feeling," Jocelyn said, in a tone that was somewhere between adorable and embarassed. "Go on!"
	Alice tried to ignore the feeling of Jocelyn's feather touch against her inner thigh, and opened the next photo.
	It was the photo Jocelyn took that morning, of Alice holding the serving tray with a nervous smile on her face. Alice admired her own long blonde hair, the subtle freckles on her face, and her big green eyes. Even her outfit had a certain level of style and class, although she would have never worn it on her own. Something about the photo looked so natural, Alice thought.
	"And the photo you posted of me got 150 likes and three comments," Alice announced, scrolling down to read them. Jocelyn smiled, continuing her exploration of Alice's stockings and garter belt.
	"The top comment is Delfina, who said, 'The class valedictorian is making your morning coffee? When's my turn??"
	Alice felt a pit in her stomach when she saw the comment her brunette nemesis left. It was fine for Alice to work for Jocelyn, but for her to have to obey Delfina was frightening. The tall, athletic girl was known for her beauty as much as her bitchiness, and when she flashed her dazzling smile it was usually at someone else's expense.
	Delfina had elevated the rumor to an artform, and if she ha	d no date to the homecoming dance it could only be because she was so mean to most people that all her admirers kept their distance. Alice would have felt sympathy for the girl if she wasn't so demanding and bratty about everything. But the most frightening thing about Delfina was her temper. The girl was a horror to waiters and other 'menials.' On more than one occasion when Alice and Delfina were at a restaurant with their friends, Alice was embarassed at the way she treated the staff.
	Alice read the other comments.
	"Ciara says, 'Wow, Alice looks cute in that outfit! Are those LB heels?' and Anna says "Can't wait for China!"
	Jocelyn's phone vibrated, and a text from her friend Caitlin showed up asking if there was valet parking at the event. Jocelyn dictated an answer for Alice to send, and the rest of the drive carried on in this way.
	At one point in the drive, Farrah accelerated the car suddenly to catch a yellow light. As a result, Jocelyn's toes brushed against Alice's panties. Jocelyn gasped, which Alice thought was due to embarassment, but then the wealthy girl spoke.
	"Alice, are you wearing panties?" Jocelyn asked, rubbing her big toe against Alice's sex.
	"Uh, yeah," Alice answered, utterly mortified.
	"Those are not part of your uniform. You'll need to take them off when we get to the party," Jocelyn said firmly. Alice nodded, thankful that Jocelyn had withdrawn her toe. A hidden part of her wanted Jocelyn to continue, but it was too confusing for her to think about right now.
	Soon, Farrah pulled up to a spot in front of the spa and Jocelyn removed her feet from Alice's lap, slipping on her flip flops just before Farrah opened the door. The three girls went inside the spa, with Jocelyn immediately taking control of the event.
	Alice's eyes widened at the opulence of the place. It had dark terrazzo floors with intricate patterns in some beautiful style that appeared like calligraphy. She examined its retail products (some costing over a hundred dollars for a small bottle) and wondered how much it must have cost to rent the entire place out. Of course, this was just the lower level – the main party was happening on the rooftop.
	While Farrah and Jocelyn discussed arrangements Alice noticed the team of masseurs, manicurists, and estheticians who would be working the event. Each one was a young woman, very pretty, wearing white scrubs with her hair tied back in a pony tail. The way they all smiled the same way made Alice think it was another part of their uniform, and the women were of all ethnicities and heights. Alice wondered if the rumors were true that Jocelyn preferred women to men, thinking if the girl had ever even been with a boy--
	"Alice, were you listening?" Jocelyn demanded. Alice winced.
	"Sorry Miss Jocelyn, could you repeat yourself?" Alice asked. Jocelyn gave her a withering look, and Farrah was clearly disappointed as well.
	"I said you're going to greet people downstairs. Collect their gifts, then send them upstairs. When all twenty people have arrived, come upstairs to see what help we need. Remember to greet them in the proper way," Jocelyn repeated, with a clear tone of aggravation. Alice nodded and smiled, moving over to the door while Jocelyn directed everyone else upstairs.
	"And make sure to adjust your uniform so that it's to our standards, Alice," Jocelyn said on her way up.