After dropping Jason at school on Friday, Janet walked with an extra bounce to Somertyn Manor, knowing that she was going to accept the job and sign the contract. After all, she had her husband’s full support to take up the position, and maybe even his blessing.

Earnest let her in, and it wasn’t long before Janet was telling both him and William that she was going to accept the job because her husband had given his “full backing” to work there. This news brought smiles all round, although the two older gentlemen also knowingly looked at one another.

They moved into the old housekeeper’s quarters, which had been turned into Janet’s dressing room, complete with an attached bathroom.

On the zero rail, waiting for Janet, were two uniforms. The first was a Grade 1 policewoman outfit. The second was more of a mystery, though it was labelled as Grade 2, which surprised Janet, as the denim shorts looked so small.

Not knowing what the uniform was meant to be, she took it off the rail and read the label pinned to the shorts. It read, 'Daisy Duke Shorts' from the television programme “The Dukes of Hazzard.”

Janet had never heard of the show, and despite having her husband’s full approval, she still couldn’t stop a blush when she looked at how the shorts were cut away at the rear.

“They will become very fashionable with young ladies like yourself, Mrs Jones," William stated as he walked into the room.

“I’m twenty-four, William... Not a teenager,” Janet replied, knowing that her older employer was in his sixties, so to him she probably did seem like a ‘young’ lady. However, as she looked at the shorts again, she couldn’t help feeling flushed, her pussy suddenly damp at the thought of wearing them.

Not put off by Janet’s mild rebuke, William stated in his normal monotone voice. “Mrs Jones, we have now had time to stock up on underwear. It's all new and, according to your husband, matches your sizes…”

He pointed to a chest of drawers, which Janet knew had been empty earlier in the week.

"However, it is well-known that some husbands sometimes do not accurately know their wives' body measurements."

Janet noted her husband’s involvement before checking each of the chest's six drawers. As she did so, she excitedly thought, “This was every woman’s dream: boxes and boxes of new lingerie.”

Earnest, who had also walked into the room and been watching, pulled out a box labelled "G-string, black." He stated, “You probably will want to wear a pair of these with the Daisy Dukes.”

Janet nodded but couldn’t help blushing when she opened the box containing them. Holding them up, it was just a small black piece of fabric tied together with a black bootlace.

“That is a G-string, Mrs Jones. For some of the smaller Grade 2 uniforms, you will need to look at wearing them,” William coolly stated.

Earnest added with a warm smile, "You have our assurance that all the underwear is new; however, Janet, it will be your responsibility to wash them."

“Anyway, Mrs Jones, there is a list on the dressing table of what to wear with each uniform. Most of the items are already hanging from the zero rail or on the floor under it. If it isn’t, we are sure you will be able to sort it all out, and one more thing… Additionally, please remember that bras are always an optional extra for every outfit."

Earnest and William were about to leave when William suddenly remembered something and asked, "Can you touch your toes?"

Janet demonstrated that she could.

“That is excellent, Mrs Jones. But can you do that in white stiletto shoes?” William pointed to the high white stiletto shoes under the Daisy Duke shorts. He then dryly added, “It is what the character in the television show does!”

Janet felt another blush creeping across her face. She knew it was an instruction, and having never even heard of the television show, she didn’t know whether it was true or not.

William then dryly stated, “Though first, the policewoman’s uniform. We will have tea in the lounge when you are ready… Thank you, Mrs Jones.”

Earnest and William left her to get changed, though Janet knew she had just received her first instruction of the day.

However, today was different. Now carrying her husband’s approval, she felt only a nervous excitement inside her. Not even a hint of guilt.

Once more, he had assisted Earnest and William in taking her body measurements. She went to the chest of drawers and again checked the boxes. To her surprise, everything seemed to be her size. It made Janet realise that John must have gone through her underwear drawers to read the size labels.

Janet locked the door. Then she looked at the uniforms hanging from the zero clothes rail and the handwritten item list on the dressing table.

“Now I only need to work out what and how to wear this,” she thought.

Putting on the policewoman’s uniform was straightforward, but it was only when she slipped into the stockings that she felt her body come alive. She loved the feel of the silk on her legs and the fact that they framed the top of her white thighs, her black knickers. They were new and brief, another of the sets she bought from her Monday earnings.

However, it was the naughty idea of flashing her stocking tops that got Janet’s juices flowing. She lifted the non-regulatory policewoman’s skirt and then naughtily practiced flashing in the mirror, as she only wanted to offer a hint. Janet’s only issue was that she wasn’t quite sure where to place the handcuffs. In the end, she fastened them together and left them hanging from her skirt pocket.

“At least I can threaten to arrest the two older ones and lock them up,” Janet thought as she looked in the mirror and made one final adjustment.

As she stepped out of her dressing room, it came as no surprise to see Earnest and William standing there, waiting to review Janet in her policewoman’s uniform. With a brief twirl and a playful threat to arrest them both for loitering, Janet soon had the older gentlemen on their way. Although there were some saucy suggestions as to what Janet would do with them once she had them in handcuffs!

With the morning going well, Janet quickly ran through the list of chores she had left for her, though she couldn’t help smiling that the list had been titled ‘Domestic Duties’. “That could only be William,” she thought.

Today felt different to Janet. Now that she had her husband’s blessing, she felt free to tease Earnest and William. Show a little more skin with none of the guilt that came with it. She also knew that tonight she would be doing this all over again in front of her husband. Those two sexless months were fast becoming a distant memory.

And then there was the uniform. Wearing it made Janet feel desirable, even sexy, and it was not just the stockings. It was also little things, like the shortness of the non-regulation skirt, the black bra under the white blouse and the fact that she knew that Earnest and William would be gawping at her, following her every move.

As she placed the tea on the coffee table, Janet found herself not being too careful about how high her skirt rose. It resembled an art form, teasing with a hint of a stocking top, but little more than that – nothing that could be considered discernibly sexual.

And all the time Janet did her morning duty, in the back of her mind was the thought of those shorts – the Daisy Dukes.

Janet had already made a mental note to watch that television programme.

Then, with her morning duties done, William, as was becoming the norm, made the suggestion… “Isn’t it time for you to change, Mrs Jones? And please remember that wearing a bra is optional.”

“William, I am a Grade 2 girl,” Janet replied, while trying to sound mildly shocked at the very suggestion.

This type of teasing was becoming part of the role, a mini game within the larger game of wearing the ‘domestic position’ uniforms, and made Janet wonder if William was a breast man, just like her husband.

In the dressing room, Janet stripped naked and carefully folded the policewoman's uniform to take it home and then wear it privately for her husband to tease John.

After a glance in the mirror at her nude body, she picked up the black G-string and once again examined it, thinking it didn’t look comfortable. She then carefully slipped the G-string on, and as she did so, she thought, “It wouldn’t be her first choice of underwear.”

However, standing there in nothing but a small piece of black material and what could best be described as two bootlaces was doing something else. The G-string was making her feel naughty, even wicked. It demummified her. This job wasn’t about comfort. It was about being desired and being gawped at, as she entertained two older gentlemen.

As she continued to look in the mirror, she noticed one thing: the mass of hair escaping from either side of her G-string. She realised that she would have to seriously consider cutting her pubic hair.

With a mischievous grin, she decided to leave it as it was and clipped the matching black bra into place, noting that once again John had got her measurements right. She then put on the white blouse, which she knotted at the front as per instructions. As Janet did so, she couldn’t help smiling, as this was what she used to do at school when the teachers or nuns were not watching.

Janet put on the shorts, but she couldn’t help giggling as she fastened them. There was so little material that when she moved, she could feel a draught in her nether regions.

Then, the final item was the white stiletto shoes, which she slipped on without a problem. Janet then walked across the room and back, realising how much she had improved at walking in high heels during the week she'd been working at the manor.

For her final act, before parading in front of Earnest and William, she bent over and touched her toes. The thin gusset of the shorts was cutting into her as her bottom cheeks bulged into view, and a surge of sexual desire went straight to her pussy as she realised just how much the shorts showed – there was little left to the imagination.

Janet was aroused, and she knew that it wouldn’t take much to have her running to the bathroom to masturbate once again.

However, she didn’t have time for that now. She had a job to do.

Janet stood up, looked into the mirror, checked her stomach’s flatness, and even though she didn’t need to, couldn’t help thinking that she needed to lose a couple of pounds. Then, with a quick brush of her blonde hair, she opened the door, this time ready for Earnest and William’s scrutiny.

As had been the case on the first two days she worked, on the other side of the door were her two employers. As she stood there, their eyes slowly took in Janet’s body. As they did so, she tried not to blush; she wanted to pass their ‘inspection’.

Eventually, Earnest remarked, "You look lovely, Janet."

William quickly added, with a damped smile, "That outfit suits you, Mrs Jones."

“Do you want me to walk down the corridor?”

“Please,” they said in unison.

Janet walked away from them, along the corridor and towards the lounge. Her pussy became wetter with every step as she felt the two sets of male eyes boring into her exposed arse cheeks. This reminded Janet of her college days, walking naked around her boyfriend’s Cortina car. Freddie’s eyes, and also, on just the one occasion, Hugh’s too – watching her every step.

She was so turned on.

This was Janet… and she was being paid ‘cash in hand’ for the pleasure.

At the end of the corridor, Janet paused; her pussy was soaked… her mind telling her that she needed to masturbate. With a wicked grin, she stopped. Then, without turning around, she bent over to touch her toes, the grin getting wider as she held the pose a little longer than she probably should have.

With an extra wiggle, she slowly walked back, her employers ogling her, taking in as much as they could of Janet’s curvy body. It was only as she reached the two older gentlemen that Janet announced, with a lopsided grin, “Yes, I can touch my toes while wearing high stiletto shoes.”

Earnest and William didn’t argue, as their mouths hung open. They both already knew that it was going to be a very pleasurable afternoon.

*****

Later, as Janet was preparing to walk home, William asked, “So which uniform are you taking home for your husband tonight, Mrs Jones?”

“Oh, I think you know, William. It’s the weekend, and I think he deserves a special treat for allowing me to sign the contract. Don’t you agree?”

William smiled knowingly. He knew that Janet would be taking both the uniforms home for John.

“Could I ask you something?” Janet then said, suddenly feeling a little nervous.

“Of course you can, Mrs Jones. We are like a family here.”

“William, I prefer Janet.”

“I prefer Mrs Jones, though I know it is slightly more formal,” the older man dryly replied, his voice monotone except for the one word.

Earnest cut in, “Don’t take any notice of William… You will always be Janet to me!”

William glanced at Earnest but didn’t say anything.

“What is it, Janet? ... What do you want to know?” Earnest then asked, enthusiastically.

Janet hesitated, but she realised that she had gone this far, and she needed to know!

“What grade uniform did Mary, our ex-reverend’s wife, reach? … I know she did this job before me, as she told me. Now, after working here a week, it’s beginning to bug me!”

Ernest and William dubiously glanced at each other before the latter answered Janet’s question.

“Mrs Jones. Janet. We cannot say anything about what has happened here in the past. I am surprised the Reverend Hall’s wife even mentioned it, as she knows there is an NDA in place. It is at the bottom of the contract you just signed.”

Having gone through the small print with her husband, Janet knew it was there. Despite having reviewed the small print with her husband, she felt compelled to look down at the freshly signed contract.

“However, as Mrs Hall has mentioned, it... We will confirm that she was employed here in the role you are currently doing. As for the grade she reached… For now, that will remain a secret, unless you want to ask Mrs Hall.”

“No, it’s okay,” Janet quickly replied, pleased to get confirmation that Mary did indeed fulfil the ‘domestic’ role before she did.

The two older men turned and left Janet to get changed back into her normal ‘mummy’ clothes. The conversation left Janet reflecting on the week. She was satisfied with how it had gone and even more pleased with the ‘cash in hand’ money.

However, perhaps the thing she had learnt the most about was herself, and her husband… their sexual relationship. There was relief that came with getting her college past out in the open. Furthermore, there was the surprising ease of her husband’s acceptance not only of her past but also of his wife’s new job.

Earnest and William returned to the lounge, leaving Janet to let herself out with her newly acquired key. There, the slightly younger man looked towards the older man and said, “You probably should have told her.”

William smiled. “Probably, but I see a lot of your late wife, Marion, in Janet. She shares the same height, build, and shoe size, as well as being blonde with blue eyes.”

Earnest sighed. “I know, I see it too… but that wasn’t what I was referring to…”

“You mean that I should have told her that Mary Hall only ever wore her own clothes and never knew anything about our uniforms?”

“Exactly, William.”

“I don’t think so, Earnest. I get the distinct feeling that Mrs Jones is extremely like your Marion and will soon immensely enjoy wearing our uniforms.”

“Well, William, now that Janet has signed the contract, I believe I owe you this…”

With those words, Earnest passed to William the one-pound note that had been sitting on the lounge mantelpiece all week.

The older man uncharacteristically warmly smiled as he took the money from his friend.

“A bet is a bet, Earnest.”

William then added with a chuckle, "And it is cash in hand."

Author's Note: I want to thank shropsbloke for the uniform idea.

Look out for the next standalone story in the series. It is called “Cash In Hand 4 – All in the Mind.” It will be published in the Mind Control genre, and I promise that during that story, another uniform suggested by one of my followers will make an entrance.

All characters engaged in sexual acts are 18+. ©2025 wxt55uk. This story may not be reproduced in any manner without the express permission of the author.