"Marrrrco! You have a lady visitooor!"

Marco vaulted down the stairs at his father's voice, racking his brains over the possibilities. Jackie Lynn? He hoped not Janna, she always meant trouble, of the kind that left him sore for days. Or was it someone from Mewnie? The moment he got to the bottom and met the eyes, he really wished one of those had been right.

"And such a pretty one too!" His dad gave him a punch on the arm. "You're almost as good with the ladies as your old man! Knock'em ded mi'jo!." Laughing, he walked off, presumably to give him some privacy. Marco just face-palmed and hoped it wasn't to ignore a murder.

"What do you want Brittney?" He glared at her as she glared back, arms folded as if she'd rather be anywhere else. Standing firmly there as if moving was too much of a pain.

"Look, there's this new designer bag that's just come out. And I need to get it before anyone else. And you're always flashing your cash around... so gimmie." She held out a hand, as if expecting him to hand over the cash or his entire wallet. She probably did expect that, come to think of it.

Instead Marco just laughed, "Give me one good reason why I should do that? Besides, isn't your dad really rich? Why can't you just get him to give you some money?"

Rolling her eyes, she flexed her fingers to encourage him. "Daddy cut me off, said something about me needing to learn discipline." Marco raised an eyebrow. "I mean, he wanted me to get a..." her lip wobbled as she tried to say the unfamiliar word, "job!" she finally spat it out like an insult.

Marco stared at her. Frowning. "A job, right. Well as much fun as this has been, I've got other things to do, so see you." He started to shut the door. Only for Brittney to jam herself into the gap. "Hey, what's the big idea, it's just a bag." He shoved her, trying to free the gap only for her to grab him.

"I... lied. Okay, it's not a bag." she glanced at the floor, unwilling to meet his eyes. "I maaay have maxed out a credit card."

"Still not buying it." he tried levering up her fingers one at a time.

"Okay, five! And daddy said he's not gonna pay it off! I've gotta do something to raise the cash, and everyone says you're loaded so I thought maybe you could help me." She gasped for breath, and Marco took a step back, surprised as much by the admission as by how bad things were. He looked at her, and started to think.

"I'm not sure if even I've got the cash you'd need," he said finally. She looked up at him, her eyes starting to well with tears. "But I may know someone who could, and they could use some help. I'll go fetch my scissors."

Queen Moon looked over the report. Rates of corn harvest on the south-south-south-south western fields?

She rubbed her forehead. This was boring even for her. Sometimes being a queen didn't seem worth it. She really needed a break, it had been far too long, she needed-

A knocking came from her office door, she looked up, surprised. A quick look at her calendar confirmed she wasn't expecting any visitors today. "Enter!" she called out.

Marco entered, waving slightly. She practically lept to her feet, sending the reports sprawling across her desk as she beamed at him. "Marco! So good to see you!" She held out her arms for a hug, "Star's not here at the moment, I think it's some monster troubles, so-"

"Oh, I'm not here for Star," he said quickly, bringing in another girl. Who was trying to do her best not to look impressed by her surroundings, although the dropped jaw certainly didn't help. Moon frowned, surprised by her presence. She didn't recognise her from any of the pictures Star had shown her through the mirror.

"I remember you saying a while back that you could do with a maid to deal with things. And Brittney here," he pushed the girl further inside and shut the door behind them "Could do with a job."

Moon moved closer, looking Brittney up and down appraisingly. She glanced at Marco. "Are you sure? She doesn't look like she's done a day's work in her life."

Brittney stared at her, finally getting enough awareness to realise she should be talking "Of course not! We hired people to do that stuff for us, I'm only here because Marco said I could raise money for my ba-" Marco glared at her, "Because I'm in a lot of debt and I need money." She finished. It was becoming apparent that pretending it wasn't a big deal wasn't going to work.

Marco chuckled, slightly embarrassed, "I figured she could, you know. Be shown the ropes, learn how to do things."

Moon rubbed her chin thoughtfully, "Hmm. Well, miss Brittney, what would you think bout being a maid."

She barked out a laugh, "It sounds easy. I mean the maids at home obviously don't do any work since the place is always spotless." Moon glanced at Marco, who glanced at Moon.

"A thorough education will be in order, obviously. Still, as you say Marco. I could do with a maid around here." She went over to her desk and rummaged around in her drawers. "Ah!" she pulled out a huge stack of paperwork. "I'll give you a month's trial. Sign here, and if I'm satisfied at the end I'll consider hiring you for longer. Either way, since you've got money troubles, I'll pay you a reasonable sum."

She handed over the quill to Brittney who looked at the sheet of paper. It was filled with the kind of flowery language that she hated, talking constantly about agreements and promises and the like. Rolling her eyes, she signed. It was easier that way.

"Right, done." she held up the top piece of paper. "So what do I do first?"

Moon headed over to a closet in the corner of the room, "first you need to get changed. You can't be a proper maid in that outfit, it may be suitable on Earth, but here on Mewnie we take things more seriously!" She checked outfit after outfit within it until she pulled out what looked like a French maid's outfit. Complete with frilly headband. "I've got a bathroom over there where you can change," she gestured at a door. "Go do that, while I find you something to do."

Rolling her eyes, Brittney took the outfit, and headed out the door. The sooner she started, the sooner she'd have the money and wouldn't need to worry about her cards.

When Brittney stepped into the bathroom, she had to fight off a gasp. The place was enormous! She'd been expecting something with just a single bathtub and sink, not what looked more like a swimming pool. She paused for a moment to let it all sink in, now certain that whatever happened, she needed to get herself a bathroom like this when she could.

She turned her focus to the maid outfit. In Brittney's opinion it looked more like some kind of Halloween costume rather than anything practical. The hemline was ridiculously short and it had a plunging neckline. The accessories it came with were also ridiculous, a garter belt and sheer stockings, and a set of lingerie. All in black, to match the dress. She held up the bra, and examined the intricate pattern sewn into it. Diamonds, just like the queen's cheeks. The underwear matched, and both seemed far too decorative to do much good.

It seemed strange to Brittney; maybe the queen just threw them in by accident, but the way she'd been looking carefully didn't make it likely. Maybe it was just how maids dressed here?

There was little else for it, her actual underwear would probably show in the uniform, and she certainly didn't want anyone to see the smiling kitty design on them. She reluctantly undressed and stepped into the panties.

As she pulled them into place, Brittney was surprised how well they fit. Hugging her butt with not an inch of waste, yet not so tight as to pinch. When she hooked on the bra as well she was amazed to find it fit her perfectly, despite seeming like it was just made to draw attention. Whatever else, it seemed being a queen meant you got some quality clothing.

And then there was the garter belt and stockings. She'd always been curious how she'd look in them, spending the occasional day browsing online stores - she'd never quite found the courage to look in real life - and imagining herself wearing them. This was almost a dream come true and she had to still her heart as she slid the garter belt over the panties.

She sat herself down on the rim of the pool-like bath, thankfully dry at the moment, and started rolling on the stockings, marvelling at the way they hugged her legs like they were almost being painted on. This magic stuff really did work wonders.

She looked up, scanning the walls for a mirror. She had to see how she looked. Finding a full length one mounted on the wall, Brittney examined herself in the undergarments.

She'd already known she'd look amazing, but the underwear seemed to accentuate things, the bra lifting her breasts to make her seem even more blessed, the stockings made her legs look drop dead stunning. She stroked a finger down them absent-mindedly, enjoying the sensation.

It was embarrassing, but she couldn't deny just how good she looked in them, or how well they fit. She nodded to her reflection, forming a pact. Whatever else, she was going to have to take the underwear home. It was so much better than store-bought, it would be a crime not to.

As she'd come to expect, the actual maid's dress fit as well as everything else, the top hugging her body so tightly that she practically had to check the mirror to make sure she was wearing it. Looking down, her vision was instead taken up by her cleavage, made all the prominent by the dress. The skirt barely covered her butt, she tried bending down in the mirror, and blushed slightly at the way she could see her panties when she did so. It was only the fact the queen had picked out the outfit which was convincing her not to cut her losses and run. She didn't think the queen was the sort to be playing a prank on her, especially with the situation Brittney was in.

Finally as dressed as the maid costume allowed, she placed the headband on her head and went back to the office. "I'm done changing, have you go-oh my god!"

Her hands went to her mouth as she took a step back, unwilling to believe what her eyes were telling her.

There on the couch was the queen, her hands held above her head by one of Marco's hands and a blissful look on her face. Her dress was unfastened, her breasts exposed to the world. And to Marco's mouth sucking and biting her nipples while his other hand was plunging deep into her dress. While Brittney couldn't see what he was doing there, the indecently wet sounds being made gave her a very good idea.

They didn't even seem to notice she'd come in, far too engrossed in... Brittney didn't even want to grace it with a description. Her knees shaking, she held onto a nearby bookcase for support, which shuddered enough to send a vase crashing to the ground.

The sound of it shattering on the floor finally seemed to bring the pair back to their senses, Marco releasing the queen's nipple from his mouth and turning to look, while the queen's blissful look started to fade.

"Oh, hey!" Marco wiped his chin as he rose from the queen and she started to sit up straight and smooth out her dress. "We didn't think you'd be so quick."

Looking at the two of them, an idea began to form in Brittney's mind. She grinned. She could use this! "Oh. My. God. You two are having sex!" she pointed at them with a finger as she started to laugh. "This is all too perfect! Now I don't need to be your maid!"

Moon raised an eyebrow. "Whatever do you mean?" Looking down at her dress' state, she used one hand to try and cover her bosom.

"You're just going to give me the money, otherwise I'll tell your husband and daughter! If you don't want me to tell them everything, then you're going to pony up the cash!" She looked at them triumphantly.

Marco's mouth trembled, and then he burst into laughter as Moon stood up and went over to her desk where the contract was, with a white lace mirror of Brittney's own bra draped on top of it. Moon brushed it off, and took the top sheet of the contract in her hands. "And what exactly do you plan on telling my husband?"

"I'm gonna tell him tha-" she paused, and looked down her nose, trying to see her mouth. "I'll tell him..." she said again, trying to spit the words from her mouth. She stuck out her tongue, panicking.

"I'm afraid that this contract you signed contains a Non-Disclosure Abjuration in it. I'm afraid that you'll find it quite impossible to tell anyone about this if I don't want you to." Moon smiled, "you've not dealt with magical contracts before, have you?"

Brittney took a moment, gathering her thoughts. "So what, you're just going to force me to work with magic?"

"Oh heavens no, this just means you don't share anything you see in these chambers." Moon waved the question off, putting the paper down on the desk again. "To be honest though, you could tell River and Star and it wouldn't mean much anyway?"

Brittney stared at her, jaw dropping, as the queen continued: "We're married dear, it's a royal thing. We produce an heir, and our kingdoms are allied. After that we can do whatever and whoever we want." Moon leaned back on the desk, apparently not caring about her bust still being on display, even as Brittney tried to avoid staring. "He has his "hunting trips,"" she said, making quote motions in the air, "while I have Marco." she gestured at him on the couch, where he waved back.

"As for Star, well, given how she opens doors, it wasn't long before she barged in on us." Marco grinned, "It took her a while to understand, but she's happy that her mom's happy."

"And happy I am," Moon walked back over to the couch and embraced Marco. Brittney stood there, gaping at the sight as they kissed. Eventually Moon turned back to her and smirked. "I believe you need to clean up that little mess you made," she pointed at the broken vase. "I can't abide clumsy maids."

Brittney glared at her, but went to go fetch something she could use to throw away the vase into. After all, the alternative was to stand there and watch them. Which Brittney was certain she didn't want to do.

The universe seemed to be conspiring against her.

After cleaning up the shattered vase, Queen Moon had found several other tasks for her to do. Dusting the bookshelves seemingly endlessly, as each time she thought she'd finished, Moon had rubbed her gloves across the shelves to find more traces of dust; Sweeping the floor as well, which only stired up more dust in to the air; and scrubbing the windows with a cloth and water.

The work was demeaning enough, with her body and face becoming streaked with grime before too long, but the uniform she had been forced to wear made it all the more degrading. Every time she reached up to run the duster along the high shelves she felt a breeze running across her buttocks and had to cover her exposed panties with one hand. Whenever she'd bent over to clean some particularly filthy part of the floor, she could feel her entire body on display, the skirt riding up behind while her generous cleavage was exposed in front.

The only mercy, if it could be called that, was that Marco wasn't paying attention. Instead he seemed to be spending every moment mooning over the queen. Whenever she turned her head to look at them she could see Marco teasing and tormenting her; his hands exploring the queen's body, cupping and squeezing her breasts, his fingers tracing routes down her sensitive skin causing the queen to moan with delight, or leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach towards her crotch, still mercifully hidden from Brittney's sight by the queen's dress.

Even without watching them, Brittney couldn't get any peace, the queen's squeals of pleasure seeming to reach her anywhere in the room.

By the time evening came, the setting sun streaming in the windows, Brittney felt thoroughly exhausted. Covered in dirt and grime, her body ached and somewhere deep down she was feeling a small pang of sympathy for the help back home.

She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see Marco, still grinning from his time with the queen, already having opened a portal "You ready to go home?"

"About time," she growled, covering her exposed bosom from his gaze. Although to her surprise, and maybe a hint of annoyance, he didn't even take a look.

Instead he just waved goodbye to the queen, who was finally putting on her bra. Brittney didn't even pause to say goodbye, walking through the portal; home couldn't come soon enough, and the chance for a proper shower.

It was only after Marco had also stepped through and shut it, that she realised how cold her body was, with the warmth of Echo Creek's day already fading into the night. "M-my clothes!" She shrieked, desperately covering what she could with her hands, despite it not doing much good. To make matters worse, he'd opened the return portal into the street, still close by to their homes but still far too exposed for Brittney's taste.

Marco looked at her, as if noticing her for the first time. "Oh jeez, sorry! We left them behind." He looked around, as if looking for a pile of clothes to magically appear. For all Brittney could tell, that's what he was expecting.

Instead, he ended up unzipping his hoodie and passing it to her. "Take this, at least so you can get home."

Brittney thought about refusing, but in her current state she thought better. She just swallowed her pride and took it, slipping it on over her arms. "Thank you," she said as she zipped it up.

The hoodie didn't cover her legs, but at least she looked at least somewhat more decent. Marco just waved it off and turned to walk home. "Don't worry about it, and see you tomorrow."

If there'd been any hope of them easing up on Brittney the next day, it was soon crushed when she'd come through the portal, finding a freshly pressed replica of the maid uniform there, as well as a mop and bucket. Queen Moon had smiled at her and said "I would quite enjoy a bath later today, and the bathroom's in a dreadful state. Be a dear and get it sparkling would you?"

This left Brittney with little to do but mop the tiled floors and scrub the immense bathtub she'd seen the previous day. At least she'd been able to recover her regular clothes. The maid uniform she'd changed into had fit just as well as the previous one, now sent somewhere else in the castle for cleaning.

The whole situation left her feeling somewhat on edge, she just knew that the queen and Marco were in the other room. Probably playing around as she was here, forced to work for the queen.

It was all too easy for Brittney to picture the way Marco's hands had been messing around with the queen's breasts. Squeezing them with his hands as she'd been laying there on the couch, almost helpless as he'd molested her. The way his hand had been in her dress, rubbing her pussy.

It was difficult enough to concentrate on the boring and exhausting work, even without thoughts like that creeping in. She had to know what they were doing, just to satisfy her curiosity and get back to work. After all, she still couldn't understand what they saw in each other.

Creeping over to the door, she opened it a crack, hoping they'd be just as distracted as they were the previous day.

She hadn't known what to expect, but it certainly wasn't the queen on her knees, with Marco standing between her and the desk. Brittney suppressed a gasp, the queen's head was blocking her view, but the obscene and wet sounding noises let her know exactly what was going on.

Marco's hands were on Moon's hair, already starting to unravel from the way he was gripping her, forcing her head back and forth as he forced the queen to suck him.

Brittney crouched down lower, entranced by the sight. It was ridiculous. The queen was in charge of a whole country from what she could tell, and yet she was letting a boy force her to do all these degrading acts. Brittney couldn't look away, her job cleaning the bathroom now totally forgotten as she took in every moment. The way the queen's head kept bobbing, the way Marco's fingers were intertwining with her hair, unravelling the tight coiffure which started to trail down the queen's back.

Brittney felt someone caressing her body, and it took her a moment to realise she was doing it herself. The sight had awoken something in her, seeing the queen enjoying herself like that was spreading some form of warmth through Brittney's body, and her hands were moving nearly on autopilot, squeezing her own breasts as Marco had done to Moon's the previous day.

She bit her lip, she knew it was wrong, groping herself as she watched the queen giving Marco a blow job. But something just made her want to keep watching. Maybe it was seeing the mother of the girl who'd humiliated her repeatedly, getting some of her own medicine. That certainly made Brittney feel better about it, as her hand slipped slowly down her body until her fingers were creeping into her underwear.

Never taking her eyes off the sight in Moon's office, Brittney relied on touch, exploring her own body as she watched the queen's movements. She spread herself, probing with her fingers as she pictured Marco fucking the queen's face. Rubbing her clit as she listened to the sounds of the queen gagging and sucking on the cock. She sunk to the floor, now too far gone to care about discretion, especially when the two of them were being loud enough to cover up any sounds she would make.

Her body shuddering with pleasure, Brittney could feel herself getting close, shaking as she started to approach the point of no return. Clenching her teeth, she burned the image of Marco and the queen into her mind as she shut her eyes, desperate for release.

With a barely contained whimper of delight, the orgasm thundered through Brittney, her free hand clenching as she tried to hold herself still. She held on as much as she could, leaning against the wall for support until it passed, and the orgasm faded into a spreading warmth through her body.

She risked opening an eye, glancing at Marco and Moon, but fortunately they were as blissfully unaware as they always were.

Making her way to her feet, Brittney shut the door as quietly as she could. She could still scarcely believe she'd done that, or what they'd been doing. Maybe working here wouldn't be as bad as she'd feared, at least she could have fun while the others were "occupied."