But that wasn't the worst of it. If Claudia had to wear the costumes they were wearing, she would die of shame. They were sort of French maid's uniforms, but the stockings were tight mesh. The hems of the black dresses were only just below the tops of the stockings. The necklines were so low they nearly showed the girls' nipples and the little white caps on their heads made them look even sexier. The little white aprons were also too small to serve any purpose but to tease. But the six-inch spike heels were the final blow to Claudia. They would be difficult enough to walk in, and they stretched the girls' calves and thighs to show their legs to the best advantage.
"Hi," said the blonde, "so you're the one who won't…"
The dark one dug her in the ribs and they giggled.
"Never mind," said the blonde, "we have all weekend. I'm Trixie and this is Mona."
"Hi," said Claudia. There were tears in her eyes.
"You done this before?" Mona asked.
Claudia could only shake her head.
"Couldn't pay for the car?" Trixie teased. Claudia nodded and tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Never mind," said Mona, "it's great when you get used to it. We paid off our cars ages ago."
They both giggled and dug each other in the ribs again.
"Hey," said Trixie, "we gotta get you dressed. Come here."
They took Claudia through into another room and Claudia realized that she really would have to wear the same disgusting uniform Trixie and Mona had on. But there was nothing for it. She had come too far to turn back. And anyway, one more weekend in her apartment with nothing to do and she would kill herself.
Claudia put her overnight bag on the floor in the corner. It was a dark room, with lots of clothes racks. Her uniform was over the table in the center of the room, she could see that. She waited for the girls to leave, but they didn't.
"You a teacher?" Trixie asked.
"Yes," said Claudia. "Er… do I change in there?" She pointed through to a bathroom on the far side of the dressing room.
"What's up, fucking prude?" Mona giggled. "All girls together." She winked at Trixie.
Somehow Claudia didn't care any more. She slid her dress off and put it on a hanger. It shook her a bit when she had to take her own bra off to put on the quarter-cup bra of the uniform. She was sure the two girls were eyeing her tits, but that was stupid. The tiny black slip covered her ass and at least enabled her to take her panties off without showing them anything more. She had trouble with the stockings and suspender belt. She'd never worn anything like them before. Finally came the spike heels.
She stood, wobbling a bit, in front of the mirror. She hated herself. She looked disgusting. Like some whore. For a second or so she wondered if it were worth just taking it off and walking out, but she had committed herself and there was nothing else for her to do…
"Better practice in those heels a bit," Trixie said.
Then next door a bell rang.
"Oh, fuck," Trixie said. She got up and tossed a piece of gum into the ashtray. "Time. Just do as we do. It's easy till after dinner."
Claudia had no idea what that meant. She followed the two girls down a corridor and into a dimly lit room. There was a large table in the middle and several doors that led out into other room Claudia could only just see. She was taken into a smaller room to find the dinner sitting on hot plates in a mobile catering platform.
There was the sound of voices, and Claudia peeped out to see six people sitting down at the table. There was Tom, Heidi at the other end, and the other four were men.
"Let's go," Trixie said. She gave Claudia a tray of appetizers and Claudia followed her.
There didn't seem anything surprising about the dinner. The group chatted about business. One of them greeted Trixie who smiled at him as she slipped one of his plates onto the table.
The only strange incident left Claudia wondering exactly what was going on. As Trixie took the cream far dessert to the man who had greeted her, she appeared to slip, and a drop of cream splashed onto the front of the man's pants.
"Ooooh, I'm sorry, Luther," she crooned. "Look, how careless of me."
Then, to Claudia's utter amazement, she deliberately tilted the cream, and more of it dribbled down the front of his pants. Luther looked up at her without moving.
"Ooooh, what a bad girl I am," Trixie cooed, her blonde hair tossing as she stared at him.
"I'll have to make that all better after dinner."
She played with the hem of her uniform, and it slid up, revealing the white flesh of her thighs for an instant.
"Indeed," he said. "My wife's getting very upset about all these stains on my pants."
"Yes, Luther," said Trixie and walked back to the kitchen.
Claudia couldn't believe what she had seen. The sexuality was blatant. Perhaps that's how the girls kept the jobs – they fucked the guests at night. Well, that might be fine for them, but not for Claudia. She hadn't been hired for that, and the thought of any more cocks in her soft pussy made her sick.
After dinner, as the guests were finishing the coffee, the three girls were called back in. Claudia stood in the middle of them, feeling desperately humiliated.
"Trixie," Tom said reprovingly. "That was very bad, spilling the cream like that, whatever we do, you go on doing it, don't you?"
"Yes, Tom," Trixie said. She was breathing heavily, her tits thrusting up at the front of her uniform. Her hands ware on the fronts of her legs and they moved restlessly, drawing the hem of her dress up and down over her thighs.
"But Luther has said that the usual punishment will be sufficient for now," Tom said.
"Ohhh, yes, Luther, thank you, Luther," Trixie gasped. She breathed even harder, and her hands dug into her dress, twisting her stockings as they dragged over her thighs.
Claudia felt her head swimming. Whatever was going on?
With a grin, Heidi got up and walked over to a closet in the wall. She opened it and took out a thin cane. It was about four feet long and so thin it trembled in her hand as she brought it back to the table. Trixie gasped as she saw it, and Claudia saw her lick her tongue over her lips as she stared at the thin line of wood.
Claudia risked a glance around the room. The men were all tense, waiting. One of them actually trembled with excitement. The atmosphere in the room got hotter and rank with sexuality.
Heidi went to the wall and dimmed the lights, except for one that shone on Luther in his chair. He sat there, a wide grin on his face.
"Get Luther ready," said Heidi. She stood several feet from the chair, tapping the cane in the palm of her left hand. She too was breathing heavily and her eyes were fixed on Trixie as the blonde went to the chair.
Trixie worked a handle in the side of the chair and it reclined, leaning Luther back.
Suddenly Claudia saw the massive bulge in the front of his pants. There was, no more doubt about it. This was a sex session. She reeled with horror.
Very slowly Trixie slid her hands over the front of her uniform and undid the top button. "More, Luther?"
"Yes," he whispered, and the bulge in his pants rose.
Trixie spread her legs as she worked her fingers over the next button of her uniform. It came open, and the clasp of Trixie's bra was revealed, just showing over her tiny black slip. "More?"
Luther nodded.
"Oooooh, you beast," Trixie moaned, but her legs shook with excitement as she undipped the next button and the next until her uniform was open to the waist. "I suppose I have to take it off."