Chapter 37
"Aw, Mel, I can't do this, I look ridiculous," Randy whined from the top of the stairs.
Mel strode to the bottom of the stairway and looked up at Randy, who was trying to hide the skimpy black French maid dress he was wearing. The sides of her mouth twitched when she saw him as she tried to fight a smile.
"No, I think you look sexy, get down here," she said, her voice trembling with laughter.
Randy sighed and moved into his room, flat out refusing to come downstairs until John did.
Mel rolled her eyes and made her way to the den where Aimee was waiting for the two stubborn men. Marc was hiding behind the couch with a camera.
"Mel!" John yelled, making his was down the stairs with difficulty, Randy not to far behind.
"Yes?" she said as they entered the den.
"How come Randy doesn't have to wear the whole nine yards? He's not stuck with these damn stockings and high heels."
"That's because he didn't throw the first punch," Mel said shortly.
John sighed and pulled Randy into the room nad Aimee burst out laughing. She could not contain herself any longer and she had to leave the room she was laughing so hard. Marc took that as his cue to start flashing pictures. He jumped up from behind the couch, taking every picture possible of John and Randy. John him out of the room, stumbling on his high heels as he went.
Mel was trying with much difficulty to contain her laughter as Randy stood before her with his hands on his hips. She let out a small giggle and he turned to her, looking livid.
"So, what do you want me to do first?" he asked flatly.
Mel stood up and crossed her arms over her chest in thought, "I dunno, you're not my maid, John is. Go ask Aimee what she want s you to do, you're hers."
Randy huffed and stomped out of the room to find Aimee. John came stumbling back into the room with Marc, who was laughing hysterically at his cousin.
"Oh, come on Marc, don't make it hard, he's going through enough humiliation already," Mel laughed, taking the camera from him and looking at the pictures he had taken. "hey, these aren't bad, go send them to his brothers and his dad."
"No!" John shouted, but Marc was already running up the stair with the camera so he could use Mel's laptop. "I hate you."
"I know, I love you too, sweetie." Mel sang, kissing him on the cheek. "Now, I want you to go make me some coffee."
"Can't you—?" John whined.
"Go!" Mel ordered, pointing him out of the room.
John did as he was told and shuffled sulkily out of the room while Mel got comfortable on the couch.
The rest of the morning and well into the afternoon, Mel and Aimee ordered Randy and John around the house doing pointless chores and coming up behind them randomly and frilling the skirt of their dresses. At one point Mel surprised John and smacked him in the ass as he was vacuuming the carpet in the den. He turned the vacuum off and turned to her, a grin on his face.
"Very funny, Mel," he said, leaning on the vacuum.
"I know."
"Come here."
"What? John, don't please," she giggle as he grabbed her and began to tickle her sides. Mel squirmed out of his grip and made sure she was out of reach before saying anything. "Bad move, buster, you're in for it now."
"What? No, Aw, come on Mel," John pleaded and she grinned happily and left the room.
Aimee, Mel and Marc decided to have a barbeque that night for dinner, and Randy and John were to serve them, but not in their French Maid outfits, but in special evening gowns that Mel had picked out for them.
"Mel, you're killing me," John whined as he took the maid dress off and pulled in his evening outfit.
"You look great, really flattering," she laughed.
John's gown was rather revealing, it was a pale pink, silk slip with a slit in the side. She then handed him the garter that came with it and he sighed in annoyance.
"I refuse to wear that," he said stubbornly.
"Oh, come on John, you owe it to me," Mel giggled.
"Yeah, but it's a friggen garter!"
"here, I'll even put it n for you," she offered nad slipped the cloth up his leg, patting his muscular thigh.
"I look like an idiot," John complained.
"You're my idiot, not go down to the kitchen so Aimee and Marc can see."
John sighed once more and headed out of his bedroom and down the hall, Mel right behind him snorting with laughter. She saw Randy come out of his room in his evening gown and burst into peals of laughter at his face.
He was wearing something more of a stripper outfit than an evening gown, it was a dark blue corset with boy shorts. The outfit came with a rabbit's tail attached to the underwear so Mel bought rabbit ear headband for him to wear with it.
"Look, It's a Candice Michelle look alike!" Mel laughed as Randy glowered at her.
She blew him a kiss and ran down the stairs calling for Aimee to come see the two. Aimee rushed into the hallway as the two came down the stairs and she giggled at Randy's tail as it wiggled as he strode down the hall to the kitchen.
"Randy, ho for me!" Aimee giggled and Randy glared at her over his shoulder as he entered the kitchen.
"Okay boys, We're having dinner by the pool tonight, everything you'll be serving us is here on the table," Mel instructed, motioning to the food on the table.
"We have to go outside in this!" John exclaimed. "No way, I'm not leaving this house."
"If you want I can have you and Randy switch out fits," Aimee threatened, tweaking Randy's tail and making him jump.
Mel giggled at that and she and Aimee left the kitchen to go out to the back yard where a picnic table was set up for them to eat at. Marc was nowhere to be found so they sat down and waited patiently for their food.
John came out first, an unhappy frown on his face as he moved toward the two women. Marc jumped out from behind a bush and began snapping pictures once again. He ran up to John and snapped a picture of his garter, laughing hysterically before running out of reach and hiding in another part of the garden.
"I hate you both for this," John grumbled, placing the plate in front of Mel roughly.
"Come here," Mel smiled, motioning for him to bend down to her.
He did as he was told and Mel kissed him gently and smiled, "Now, go tell Randy Aimee's waiting for her food."
John nodded and turned to leave, Mel grinned evilly at Aimee and smacked his butt again. He jumped and glared at her before making his way back up to the house to get Randy.
Marc attacked Randy with the camera as well, making sure to get the rabbit's tail and matching ears. Aimee couldn't stop giggling as he gave her the plate of food he was supposed to serve. She tweaked his tail as he turned to leave but he ignored her, striding quickly through the gardens and back into the house.
"They're going to kill us," Mel laughed as she dug into her plate.
"I know, but I think John is getting over being mad at you, I mean, he let you kiss him."
"Yeah, I know, that shocked me, but it was so nice to do that again, I missed his kiss so much."
"Don't get all lovey on me, please," Aimee laughed.
"Sorry."
"Well, we better check on those two, they could be plotting to get us back," Aimee pointed out. "Or they could be plotting to get Marc."
Mel jumped up from the table and grabbed her plate, she made her way into the house where John and Randy were sitting at the kitchen table, both looking extremely unhappy. She smiled and placed her plate in the sink, turning to them slowly.
"Okay, the fun's over, you two can go change out of your outfits."
"Thank God," John sighed, "these stockings are killing the twig and giggle berries."
Randy smirked as John left the room quickly and stood up, "You're not going to let us forget this are you?"
Mel smiled sweetly, "Never in a million years."
"Figured that," Randy said and hurried out of the room and up the stairs to change.
Aimee joined Mel in the kitchen while Marc ran upstairs to send the new pictures to John's family. She couldn't stop smiling as Mel sat down at the table.
"That was the most fun I've had in ages, and you laughed, Mel! You haven't laughed in weeks!"
"I know, I feel a lot better too. I think I'll go comfort John, he might have gone through some emotional scaring today," Mel smiled and left the room to the sound of Aimee laughter.