Serving Girls

“Tonight the Kay Zetas are hosting a dance,” she said. “You four will be functioning as the service girls.”

“Service girls?” I said.

“Yes,” said Millicent. “Service girls. Primarily passing out drinks and getting supplies, but you’ll also be helping to keep things running smoothly over all in any way we deem necessary. Once the dance is over- assuming, of course, you’ve stayed for the entire dance and performed all duties- then you’ll have passed your final test and will be officially admitted to the Kay Zetas.”

Tara looked at Millicent. “That’s it?” she said. “All we have to do is pass out drinks and we’re in?”

“At the most basic level, yes, that’s it,” said Millicent. “However, remember...you’re going to be working a roomful of drinking witches. You may not find this as easy as you think. Since you missed Greek Row Hazing Week, this will serve as your initiation...again, assuming you make it through the night.”

“Oh, please,” said Tara. “After the Fantasy Fetish Festival, this will be easy.”

“True,” I said. “Still, the Festival did have its moments. Any chance of Tara being transformed into a blowup sex doll again?”

Tara gave me a look. “Aren’t you the witty one,” she said. “Can we bimbify Nicole again? I thought that was a good look for her.”

Millicent sighed. “All right, enough, you two,” she said. “Now, all of you...go away and be back here at six. Don’t be late. And don’t forget your uniforms.”

Alice held up her hanger. “Ummmm...speaking of the uniform, where’s the rest of it?” she said. “All I have is a couple strips of cloth.”

Millicent smirked. “That’s all of it,” she said. “Don’t worry, you’ll look adorable in it.”

“We’ll look naked,” said Bit.

“I’ll be afraid to sneeze,” said Alice. “It’ll blow this outfit right off my body.”

“Relax,” said Millicent. “You’ll get the rest of your uniform tonight.”

“Glad to hear it,” said Tara.

“After all,” said Millicent, “no skimpy service girl outfit is complete without high heels.”

Millicent smiled as we groaned in symphony.

“See you at six,” she said sweetly, “and don’t be late.”