She learned how to clip the lacy garter straps onto the stockings and clip the belt around her slim waist. Then there was a pair of tight black panties, so tight that they showed every curve of Renee's pussy mound and ass. The little quarter-cup bra thrust her tits up, her nipples free of the top of the cup. Then there was the little black slip that only just covered the bra at one end and Renee's ass at the other. On top of that went the uniform dress, high cut around the neck, and the hem stopped just below the stocking tops, revealing Renee's lovely thighs with each movement. The finishing touches were the white apron, a hat and a pair of five-inch high heels.

Renee found the heels very difficult to walk in, and she was also frightened by what she was wearing. She studied herself in the mirror, amazed at the way the outfit showed every curve of her delightful body, and the long perfection of her legs. It was an open invitation to boys, Renee decided, and she was glad this was only a game.

When they got downstairs, Renee got another shock. She knew Janine's father, Franz, but not the two men with him. She shook hands with Franz shyly. He was an overpowering man at the best of times, and now his eyes seemed to be piercing her to the bone as he greeted her. "This is Renee," he said to his friends, "and this is Chris and this is Leslie… Business friends of mine."

Renee was even more apprehensive as she shook hands with the other two men. They were both good-looking men oozing confidence. Chris was the taller of the two and in his forties, Renee thought. He had salt-and-pepper hair and strong blue eyes.

Les was in his thirties, and had on a pair of very fashionable light-rimmed glasses. He grinned at Renee as if there was a secret joke between them.

"Well, Renee," he said, "Franz has raved about you, how beautiful you are and all that. I bet a lot of the boys get around you, hey?"