"10 AM and it's time for work," Jennifer said with a slightly bright tone, giggling a little. 

 

Really, how could she not? Her job was great! Private four-room apartment in a nice part of the city included, thorough benefits including vacation and dental, and of course, being hired for it meant the boss liked how she looked - cuteness was the most important hiring condition for a drone maid! Okay, sure, she was like, totes brainwashed into liking it, but it wasn't like it seemed unreasonable she'd have agreed to this job willingly. Just ask the investigator who quit her job last week to take this job!

 

Every catch there was to the work was totally justifiable. The expectation to wear lingerie to bed and when around her apartment had perfectly reasonable exceptions like 'anything that requires safety gear' or 'being ill', and made everyone feel more comfortable when visiting each other! Of course the drone maids of this mansion were mostly friends with occasional benefits that the lingerie enabled! Feeling up fellow drone maids and being felt up by them, or by the master, or by approved guests, was just enjoyable, on or off the job!

 

... Okay, she'd been totes straight before the recruitment, so that was kinda sus, but she didn't worry about little things like that. There were more important things to worry about! Like how it was time to get ready for work!

 

Going to a specific closet, she opened it up and checked the visor. Good, fully charged. She knew she'd plugged it in, but some lingering anxiety kept telling her she was going to forget someday and that'd be annoyed. She'd probably have to call in for a shift and spend the whole time getting her brainwashing reinforced and that always made it hard to focus on anything that evening!

 

The visor resembled a pair of glasses, other than it wrapped around her eyes entirely and the hemispherical bits that fit over her temples! She wasn't sure if those were just computing power or they were what kept her mindless during her shift; it didn't exactly matter, did it? It was all the same once she put the whole thing on. Arms behind her ears, a slight pause, then the 'hissing' sound of it shrinking to fit her temples, and her thoughts stopped.

 

She was now standing stiffly. "Drone Maid 98, booting. Receiving initial signals." Her voice was now devoid of emotion, her lips closed and flat.

 

"Initial signals confirmed. Undressing." Her silky stockings and garter belt, panties, and negligee all came off, neatly folded and placed in a hamper for washing. Then, it was over to one of the maid outfits.

 

Lacy black panties, meant to give master a nice view on cue. Stockings to emphasize her legs in her heeled shoes. A dress ever so slightly too short, so any bend would earn her a leer she would not react to, tight enough to allow her curves to be felt up wheneve master felt like it. Silky and lacy gloves. A headdress that clipped into the visor's sides to remain in place.

 

The drone maid did not love her job. She did not hate her job. She felt nothing about her work while on the job. She simply obeyed, walking out of her apartment and to the elevator to the servant's side. 

 

The elevator opened, revealing two more drone maids, on their way back to their apartments. They automatically each cupped one of Drone Maid 98's breasts with one hand. Drone Maid 98 did not react.

 

They lowered their hands, and moved on; Drone Maid 98 stepped into the elevator.