Call Lois over

You call Lois over. She’s got out a pad, and is chewing the end of her pencil seductively. “Whatever you want, I’ve got it,” she tells you, with a wink, her hand smoothing out her waitress outfit. “Want me to recommend something?”

You stare into her hazel-green eyes, and before you even have time to answer, she’s grabbed your hand and you’re on your feet. “I haven’t got time for answers,” she says. “Come back to my place. Need you so bad.”

You leave without even touching your coffee.

She drives back to her place like a maniac, but you don’t mind the rush, thinking about the bumpy ride waiting for you at the end of the bumpy ride.

“Like my outfit?” she asks.

“Sure do,” you reply.

“Made to order,” she says.

“Great,” you reply.

“Bet you want to see me out of it,” she says, her hand moving to your lap. You smile as her hand massages you. “Don’t worry, it won’t be too much longer till that happens," she says. "Here’s my place, now.” A farm comes into view. “Well, it’s not my place, I’m just staying there with the Kent family, but don’t worry about interruptions, all the menfolk will be tied up.”

She brings her car to a halt and you both rush inside, your hands all over each other.

“At last, I can take this off for you,” she says, pulling off her waitress outfit over her head, leaving just her drop-dead figure clad in a sports bra and boyshorts. She passes the outfit to you.

You throw the waitress outfit aside and walk towards her, but she holds out a hand to halt you and looks at you askance.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asks. “I thought you liked it.”

You say that you do.

“So, wear it!” she says. “I’m tired of waiting on people all day, it’s my turn to be waited on,” she says, a frown on her face. “I told you to get back to me when you were ready to order, so now I’m ordering you. You seemed happy in the car, when I suggested you being a maid to order, but now all of a sudden you’re being unreasonable. Wear the waitress outfit, it’ll suit you.”