A Gloved Friendship part 2

[ForeverGloved]

Overnight it got cold all of a sudden and the forecast projected it was to stay for the next week or so. It was early autumn so not too unexpected but regardless I hadn't really prepared for sudden cold weather, as just a week prior I was still using the A/C on the warmer days.
I rolled over and saw that it was 8:20am. That new girl was going to be coming at 9 so I had a little more time to stay in bed.

*DING DONG*

Maybe not.

I throw on my winter robe and quickly shuffle to the front door barefoot. On the other side of the door was a girl, sandy blonde hair, about 5ft 6" and wearing a Sailor Moon outfit underneath a trench coat. The poor girl was shivering her self to pieces so I opened the door and told her to come in and stand by the gas heater to warm up.

"Th-th-thanks!" She shivered, "The h-h-h-heater w-w-went out in my c-c-car last winter and I haven't had the money to f-f-f-fix it"

I give her a quick look up and down and decide that I like what I see upon first glance. She notices this and raises an eyebrow.

"There a problem?" I ask.

"Just the way you looked at me just now" She says, dropping off the trenchcoat, revealing her slightly crumpled Sailor Moon outfit.

"Well given the reason you are here, I don't think it's anything to be worried about. This may seem harsh but I have to like what I see before I pursue this "friendship" any further. Though I think you may be getting a little ahead of yourself there with that Sailor Moon costume" I explain to her.

She looks herself once over.

"Is this not what you like? I mean it has gloves doesn't it?" she questions.

"That's not the point. Costumes would be reserved for certain situations and generally down to my discretion. Unless you have some good ideas."

She sighs and flops down onto the nearby couch, kicking her shoes off and laying down.

"are you always this uptight?" she asks, looking up at the ceiling.

I want to tell her to sit up and stop acting like it's her own home, but there's a vibe i'm getting from her that tells me not to.

"No. It just seems that way given the situation right now and I want to keep it mostly professional." I tell her.

She sits up and rests her arms on her knees and leans forward on the couch, hands clasped together.

"So what do you think of me then? An honest opinion." She says, looking at the wall behind me.

"Attractive, a little free spirited but you seem like a good person." I tell her, smiling a little.

She rolls her eyes, leans forward off the couch and stands up, Sighing she says "No, i mean my physical appearance. I know i'm attractive, you don't get to my age without realising that much."

I twirl my finger in the air to signify for her to turn around so I can get a better look at her, she does it half heartedly."

"Obviously you look after yourself enough, a great pair of legs. Ass seems firm. To be honest, you are rather cute in an endearing way but that works for you. I don't think you have a bad side. Your breasts are rather large for someone of your stature though. I don't mind that though" I tell her, although my eyes were more fixated on her hands than anything else, looking at the detail on the gloves.

"But you love my hands the most, right?" She smirks. "These gloves were made by me, I went with a cotton fabric instead of the usual satin or similar that most costumes have. My mother always told me I have the best hands, always know how to use them. I guess they'll come in handy in more ways than one now.

As for my boobs, I was a late bloomer but since they started growing they've never really stopped. I'm a solid E-cup now but i think by the time they stop growing I could be either a G or H cup. The pill tends to give it a boost so i avoid that as much as possible."

"Just how old are you?" I ask her. She looks rather young, probably no more than 20 or 21 on the high end.

"28. I know i don't look it, i can show you my licence if you like. One of the family benefits, everyone looks younger than their physical age. Annoyed me when I was younger but it's nice now that i'm older. At least I won't look like an old hag anytime soon" she jokes.

"Also, I don't wear panties very often, so i'll more than likely be going "commando" as one would put it while i'm here most of the time." She adds.

I smirk a little and look away to avoid an awkward moment.

"Well that's fine i guess. But it won't matter, you won't be here much anyway." I tell her.

She's surprised by my comment.

"Why?! What do you mean by that?!" she yells.

"I mean that it's really only a few hours each week. That's how the previous arrangement worked and I liked it like that to be honest. It was flexible. You do have your own life to live, I don't want to take away from that."

She calms down a little.

"I appreciate the thought but to be honest, I don't exactly work that much right now. Or hang out with friends. Or go on dates." she says, twirling her thumbs.

"When do you work? I'm sure i can work around that at least." I query.

"Actually I lied. I don't work. At all." she sighs, "I haven't had a job in 8 months, occasional stuff like trials but that doesn't last beyond a week. I was saving to buy a house but i've had to live off that money and that's almost dried up too"

"and you figured you could get a job as an escort, as such?" I reply

"Well no, it was just chance that I came across your advert when i saw it but i began thinking about it over night." she tells me. "While it wasn't direct, the way you worded it made it sound like it was a paid job."

"It is. $50 per visit was how I worked it."

"So what happened to the previous girl?" She asks.

"It was starting to interfere with her personal life so she wanted to stop it before anything happened." I explain.

"She was married, wasn't she" she guesses.

"Yes." I reply simply.

I change the subject.

"So what's your name, I didn't get it earlier."

"Kira" She replies, smiling.

"Ok Kira, I want you to change into a cat-girl maid outfit. It's just in the closet behind you. Consider this as your trial. If i like what I see, then you're hired." I tell her.

She jumps up and off the couch and whips open the doors to the closet, pulling out a large orange box that rattled slightly when she tipped it. Upon removing the lid she stops and stares at the contents in shock.

"Anal beads?!" she exclaims.

"No, those aren't for now, you can ignore that and most of the other things in there. Grab out the dress, ears and tail. There's a box of disposable latex gloves in there, along with some lube. Grab that too. Lastly there are some short, white cotton gloves and large white cuffs, get them out as well".

She looks nervous but slowly lays everything out on the couch in front of her. Once she looks over everything again she picks up the cat's tail and takes a look at the end of it.

"A butt plug tail?" she says, looking a little worried.

"Is that a problem?" I ask her.

"Uh, I've never done something like that before. Is this required or can I tuck it in somewhere?"

"Tuck it into what? You'll have a dress on"

She holds it to eye level and gives it a good looking over.

"Seems small enough. Though just one problem" she tells me.

I raise an eyebrow, "What is it?"

She starts to get nervous, clenching the tail in her fist.

"I need to get aroused before anything goes down there."

"So you've dabbled?"

"A finger or two sometimes."

"So it shouldn't be a problem then."

"Well, normally I would use my vibrator but that broke recently, so I need to get another one and it has to be exactly the same."

"Is there another method?"

"Yes. I need someone to get me off."

"Finger you?"

She nods.

"Sorry, not happening right now. However, I can watch you put it in. If you don't, then you'll be going outside that door and not coming back."

"D-D-D-Do you have any porn I could watch?"

"I do, but not right now. You can get changed here, I can turn around if you like while you do that."

She agrees and so I turn around, listening to her get undress rather quickly while she mumbles to herself. A minute or two later she says she's ready.
The maid dress is longer than i expected as it comes down to her knees but the chest area does look to be a little restricting. She has managed to get the cat ear headband on but is holding the cat tail still.

I motion to the latex gloves and lube.

"Right" she says to herself. Snapping on the latex gloves they appear to be a tight but comfortable fit, pours a little lube onto two fingers and coats the plug on the tail. With the remaining lube on her gloved fingers, she positions herself on the couch, legs up in the air and begins fingering her anus. I watch her gloved hand dance around the hole, occasionally slipping a finger in to gauge how much room she might need.

"Y-you don't mind if I orgasm do you?" she says nervously. "I think that's what will happen if this goes in"

"Fine by me" I reply, with a slight smile.

She is rather quick about getting the butt plug in, I guess it's in part due to stress and not wanting to lose a potential job. A few seconds of watching her index finger slide in and out she attempts to put the plug in.

She breathes in deep and starts to make way until she stops again.

"it's a little bigger than i expected, just give me a second" she says, holding her breath again.

This time two fingers are inserted, I can see the lines on the top of her hand, even the veins are starting to show through the glove. She fingers herself for 30 seconds or so before she goes for another quick attempt at the plug.

It goes in.

Her body straightens out and her hands clench, toes curl up at the same time.

She gasps.

"Oh my god!" she says, catching her breath. "That was an intense orgasm"

I look at her with a pleased expression.

"Very good, now you can dispose of the gloves in the kitchen and put on the cotton gloves and large cuffs and you can begin."

She follows the order, slipping off the latex gloves, turning them inside out in the process and tosses them in the bin in the kitchen underneath the sink. After she puts the gloves and cuffs on, she adjusts the gloves by pulling on each finger toward the palm, I watch her intently.

"You like watching that?" she says, noticing me watching her.

I nod.

"So it's even the small things that get you off?" she asks.

"It's not just about "getting me off", sometimes I just like to stare and admire. If i'm out and about, I tend to watch others that are wearing gloves, not in a stalker like fashion just in a way that i'm casually observing and then i move on with my day. Just that this is far better." I explain to her.

She pulls on the cuff of her glove with her teeth.

"Stop, you'll get me turned on" i joke.

She flexes her fingers and checks that everything fits fine.

"So what's first? " she asks.


"Some dusting, sweeping and vacuuming. I'm going into the lounge room so you can start there. Everything you need is in the linen cupboard in the hallway.
Let me know when you're ready and i'll get comfortable" I tell her.

"You're going to watch me?" she asks, giving me a weird look.

"Well yeah, that's what this job is mostly. Which is why initially it was only a few hours a week. Is that a little uncomfortable for you?" I reply.

"No. No, that's fine. I think I can get used to this arrangement." she smiles

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End of Part 2.

[GloveLover1]

Awesome part 2!!!!

[ForeverGloved]

Thanks, I don't have the best writing style or write that well but i do try. At least the point gets across I guess.

[ishnebidish]

I am really loving this story, about to read part 3 and I love your writing style. Its very realistic and believable.