Penthouse Purse

Denise was cleaning out the penthouse suite that had once belonged to Courtney the bitchiest resident ever to stay at Alpha Towers when her eye caught the expensive purse.

She was under strick orders to bin everything that wasn’t hotel property but she felt so drawn to the bag that had a gold ‘C’ hanging from it. She told herself as she picked it up that she was only holding it to check the contents. After all Courtney had mysteriously vanished and what was inside could hold a key to her whereabouts but in truth she wanted to feel how the leather was to touch.

Her body tingled head to toe as she touched the purse. She held it at her side and loved the way it looked but felt like something was missing. That’s when her eye caught the bag of clothes she had already prepared for the trash. She eagerly ripped it open undoing all her work. She didn’t care however as she was single minded now.

“Mmmm yessss this will do perfectly.” She purred flashing a smirk as she quickly got out of her maid outfit and slipped into the tight leather skirt. She imagined a hot guy making out with her and moving his hand up her thigh while wearing it. The mental image felt right to her but she knew she needed more.

She practically jumped into the nylon tights and loved how they felt against her bare skin. She imagined how they would look wrapped around a man as she sat on his dick and couldnt help but moan out loud at the the thought.

“Fuck yes I feel so hot. Just a few more things and I’ll be perfect.” She said while choosing the most expensive pair of shoes she could find. She imagined the wearing only them as she walked around her penthouse not caring if any of her neighbours saw her. In fact she hoped they would.

“My penthouse?” She said suddenly aware of what she was doing. Her head swam with foreign memories that weren’t hers. She was a powerful and rich CEO who had a different boy toy for each day of the week. But wasn’t she a maid? She was confused as she picked up the last piece of her outfit, a simple but tight black top. As it slid over her head everything became clear.

“Why on earth was I going to donate all these gorgeous items, I deserve them more than some loser charity. Look at this place too, it’s in a mess. Why do I even pay for maid services if they can’t be bothered to clean.” She said in a bitchy tone.

Grabbing her purse she decided to head down and speak with management in person. She wanted whoever was responsible for her penthouses disarray to be fired. All memories of being a maid were gone from her mind but so too had the world changed. The penthouse was and had always been hers. The purse she now had hanging from her arm was no longer carrying a C but a D and was filled with her credit cards.

Before she left her apartment she took one last look at her reflection to make sure her makeup was flawless but she smirked at herself knowing that like the rest of her she was perfect.