"You girls go and have a good time," Mrs. Messier said. "I'll let you know when dinner's ready."

The two girls went up to Janine's room and put the television on. Janine seemed ill-at-ease as she rolled onto the bed and watched a game show.

"You ever been with a boy?" she asked Renee suddenly.

"Me?" Renee laughed. "No, my mom says my dad would kill me if I went with a boy. It's funny, he doesn't take any notice of what I do, unless there's a boy around. He hates that."

"Yes, but have you ever wanted to be with a boy?" Janine persisted.

"You mean petting and things?"

"No." Janine chuckled. "I mean getting fucked, you know, getting his cock up you?"

"Oh, no!" Renee replied. "I wouldn't do anything like that. Why? I mean, have you?"

"Oh me?" Janine shifted uncomfortably. "Well, sort of, you know…"

"No, tell me," Renee said, her curiosity aroused.

"Oh, nothing, it's just that my family, you know, they're a bit strange, that's all. Come on, we'd better dress for dinner."

"Dress for dinner?" Renee echoed in amazement.

"Yeah, it's like a game we play with my dad and his friends. We serve the stuff before we sit down."

"What?" Renee was shocked. She hadn't come here to be a maid for the weekend.

"Oh, don't worry," Janine said, "it's fun." She went to her closet and pulled out a pair of maid's costumes. Renee was amazed and worried.

"Oh, don't worry," Janine said, "it's just like dressing up."

Renee hardly knew what, to do. She was uncomfortable, but Janine seemed to know what she was doing. She followed what Janine did. Undressing was the most embarrassing, and she made sure she didn't look at Janine.

First there was a pair of black, net stockings. Renee had never worn stockings in her life, being a traditional teenager in her tight Levi's and loose top.