Ready to Work

We were all there fifteen minutes early, as we were too close to actually getting into the Kay Zetas to risk screwing it up by being late.

We didn’t get dressed until we got there, however. None of us was willing to risk wearing the service girl outfit in public.

It really was little more than two strips of cloth across our personal areas. The top was simply a tube top that offered almost no support, but was still tight enough to show off my nipples. The micro-skirt was borderline obscene and actually exposed the bottom curve of my ass when I walked.

“C’mon, Millicent,” I said. “This hardly allows us to show off our mystique!”

“Hush, Nicole,” said Millicent. “This party is for the adults. Behave, or there will be spankings. When you’re an upperclassmen, then you can work on your mystique. Until then, and especially tonight, you’re just eye candy. Now go put on your heels.”

Well, that certainly cleared up any potential misunderstandings. Grumbling, we took our ridiculous four-inch-high-heels and put them on. It was going to be a long night.