The wife of a wealthy businessman was home alone while her husband was away on another long business trip.
Late that evening, she rang the little silver bell beside her b*d.
A moment later, the family butler appeared at the b*droom door.
“Yes, madam?” he asked politely.
She looked at him very seriously and said,
“Jeeves… t*ke *ff my dress.”
Without hesitation, the butler stepped forward carefully, unbuttoned the elegant dress, and let it fall gently to the floor.
“Very good, madam.”
She folded her arms and continued.
“Now, Jeeves… r*m*ve my br*.”
“Of course, ma’am,” he replied nervously, *ncl*sping the expensive lace br* and placing it on a chair nearby.
The butler was now visibly sweating.
The woman stared directly at him.
“And Jeeves… t*ke *ff my p*nt*es.”
“Y-yes, madam…” he stammered, sl*d*ng the s*lk p*nt*es down and dropping them beside the dress.
The room went silent.
Finally, the wealthy woman pointed toward the pile of clothes on the floor and snapped:
“And the next time I catch you wearing my clothes again…”
“You’re fired!”
