She is wearing some cheap knock-off Skechers shoes, and long white socks with a black stripe. And one of the smallest skirts I could find online. It's...a black pleated skirt that just covers her panties in the front and slightly shows off her ass in the back, even while standing straight up. And a black top to match that is practically just a bra. "Are you sure this is my uniform boss?" she asks a little puzzled.Dang, she is looking very sexy. I have got to get her to stay in this outfit."Oh. I. I was intimately aware of the Officer on duty this morning,having blown him many times during discrete liaisons, so I wasn'tworried. Oh well, the day marches on. I went around the house,straightening up, putting some Riesling in the fridge to chill forlater and continued dressing. I had come this far, why not completethe outfit?I continued dressing, completing my outfit with a scandously shortleather mini, that left my chastity cage peeing out the bottom, abrocaded bustier, page boy wig in. Seniority doesn't bring you respect it just makes you old. So in my late twenties, I was no longer the darling of the magazines and the runways, I was just another model. Eric on the other hand was still in great demand. There were some clients that he would only take if they used me as their model or spokesperson. It was his way of helping me to stretch my career out longer, but I was too wrapped up in my own hype to see it then.The reality was that I was getting fewer and fewer jobs, and. And she wanted it to happen.And the twenty-plus others of the cast and stage crew who were watching in wondering silence, knew too. Tessari Ragnatello, the director of the play, knew too. The stage crew and other cast members, some sitting on the edge of the stage, some watching from the catwalk above, some standing in various places around the stage, wondered if Tessi, as they all called her now, would stop Sally and Matt, but she motioned for everyone not to make a sound. They all understood.