Attractive, in the sexual sense?

Theme: 71: Maid Dress

"Is this really what the new fashion is like, Bebe?" Wendy looked down at her dress – doesn't she trust me – and then into my eyes, looking a bit ashamed, blushing lightly.

"Well, that's what I heard is big in Japan. Boys really find this maid stuff sexy." I smiled – she needs to trust my judgment more, after all, who took her out to go shopping, and entirely helped her all along the way of dating Stan, and now dating Kenny? Oh, right, me. Bebe Stevens. She can trust me.

"Mmm….I don't know…." Wendy tapped her fingers together. "Let's rehearse the dialog again…"

"Alright, alright. When he gets home, what do you say?"

Wendy grabbed her skirt and curtsied, smiling, trying to look innocent. "Welcome home, master!"

"Good. Suppose he smirks, walks over, and picks you up."

Wendy immediately turned bright red. "M-Master…where are we going?"

"To this, he kisses you deeply."

Wendy closed her eyes, imagining it, and smiled gently. "Mmm…Master...I love you too…" Her eyes jolted open. "Oh, god, this is so degrading! Calling someone 'master'…"

"I can't help what's in style. Kenny will be into it, so you've got to fend for yourself and just go with it."

"H-He won't mind, I'm sure…"

"Are you entirely sure? He'd be turned on if you did it."

To this, Wendy paused, sighed, and slowly nodded. "…Yeah, I know. I'll have to."

"Atta girl." I grinned, giving her a thumbs up. "I'm just a cell phone call away if there's any trouble. Don't worry, girl. He'll love it. I'm sure." Wendy smiled weakly and nodded again, curtsying as I ran away. A bit of a distance here, and I'll pull out the…binoculars. Yes. This'll work for sure.

He's approaching Wendy's House. Ringing the doorbell. Oh, she answered!

"Welcome home, master!"

"…" Kenny raised an eyebrow – the hell, he should get it instantly – and walked inside.

"So, master, do you want food, a warm bath, or maybe a nice book to read…" Oh, she actually is leaning her head on his shoulder, just like I taught her; she picks up on it fast… "Or do you want me?"

Kenny looked like he was thinking this over, then picked up Wendy – yes, this is working, this is working – she blushed deeply, barely peeping out her line.

"Master, where are we going?"

"Not telling." He finally spoke up – oh my god, they're going to Wendy's room – and laid her down on her bed.

"M…Master…" She blushed even deeper, her hands curling around her chest, staring up at Kenny, wide-eyed. "You want me to serve you…?"

"…" Kenny seemed to sigh – why does he look mildly annoyed rather than turned on in any way possible – then kissed her on the forehead gently. "You know, babe, putting on a maid dress and trying to play submissive servant doesn't work."

"….It…doesn't?" Wendy looked crushed – god, that trailer trash, I'll beat his ass, she was trying so damn hard! Why does she love him? He's garbage, he's poor, uncaring, thinks he's such hot shit when he's not anywhere near 'heroic'!

"Not really. Just had to ask if you wanted attention." He grinned, kissing her on the lips gently and Wendy returning it slowly – aww…okay, so I was wrong, it's sweet. "Don't push yourself down like that."

"…Oh….alright…" Wendy smiled weakly, hugging him tightly, and he just held her close – why isn't Clyde more like him, that'd be nice once-in-a-while…

"…To be honest, you're more sexy when you're trying to assert yourself. Just sayin'."

"…" With that, she pressed him down onto the bed, grinning widely, to Kenny's surprise, amusement, and arousal, and I put up my binoculars.

Mission complete.