They arrived at the large, rented house at six o'clock, as instructed, in Reggie's Firebird. They knocked and waited in the late morning sunshine, wearing identical floral print dresses, until they were greeted warmly by Vernon, then invited in.
"Hang your dresses in the closet and come on out back to the pool." he said before walking off.
"Nice place." Victoria commented while unbuttoning the front of her dress unconcernedly.
"Actually, I think I liked Meshac's house better." Janet put in distractedly, not quite as comfortable about removing her dress as Victoria was.
Moments later, they were walking towards the back of the house in their 'uniforms', which consisted of a man's long white undershirt that was cut short, so that the bottom could be used as a mini skirt, their breasts barely covered at their bottoms. All the outer seems were removed, making Janet's light blue garter belt, Victoria's pink one ride above their tight, narrow 'underskirts', supporting sheer white stockings above white, high heeled shoes.
"I love this outfit. I feel so horny already." Victoria giggled quietly as their heels clipped to the rear sliding door, leading to the large pool deck in back.
Janet would have been a bit more comfortable with underwear, at least panties, but didn't have time to reply amidst her own distracted mindset. She wanted to caution her, ask her to keep in mind that they were only there, doing the things they were doing, because they had to and they should try not to personally indulge. The problem was, how could she say that when her own nipples were as hard as Victoria's?
An elegant woman in a very nice, deep maroon dress approached them once they were outside. The garment brought out her curves well, but in the serious, respectable way of a politician, or a prime time anchorwoman. Her shoulder length, ash blonde hair bounced a bit with her step, her strong, attractive face lighting up in a formal manner as she extended her hand to Victoria.
"Hello. I'm Seth's wife, Francine."
Victoria took the proffered hand and shook it, suddenly feeling a lot more foolish than horny and wondering who this woman was, not to mention who 'Seth' was.
"Oh.", Francine said, reading Victoria's polite expression and understanding her dilemma right away. "Of course, you would only know him as, 'Mr. Buckner'."
"Oh! Oh my god!" she said, letting go of Francine's hand and looking down at herself in horror. "Mrs. Buckner,..."
Janet moaned regretfully behind her friend. She had always known somehow that Buckner was married and also knew better than to try anything beyond a little flirting with him. This woman, built just a little taller and lighter than herself, was definitely a good reason why that would have been so grossly inappropriate as she smiled at Victoria forgivingly. The older and more diplomatic of the two friends stepped to Victoria's side to face up with her.
"Hello, Mrs. Buckner." she offered respectfully along with her hand. "My name is Janet Fulton and this is my friend, Victoria Sharpe. "I hope you understand that, uhh, we both regret meeting you under these, um, circumstances."
Francine smiled wider and took her hand, shaking it and replying, "I know all about your circumstances and why you're here dressed the way you are. And please, call me Fran.
Not
frannie. But, as I was saying, don't be alarmed, you'll be working under me for the day and I wouldn't have you any other way."
Victoria seemed to cheer up somewhat while Janet was mostly relieved, although her flush still didn't show signs of going away.
"Alright, ladies, just a little reminder of what Seth told you about introductions and names: You give yours if asked, but just your first names will do. Don't ask them theirs; if they decide to tell you a name, it won't be their real one. Don't ask about their business, their personal lives, not anything beyond what they want to talk to you about. Finally, unless they do give you a name to use, refer to them as 'Gentlemen', or 'Sir', 'Ladies', or 'Ma'am'. Are we clear?"
They nodded, becoming a little more comfortable with the situation as it turned to business, if not Fran's professionally brisk mannerisms that so strangely supported the impression of sincerity.
"So, which of you will be mixing and which serving?"
"I'll be mixing." Victoria told her. "I just hope nobody asks for anything I don't recognize, because-"
"It's okay, they probably won't be asking for anything fancy and, if they do, I'll be floating around and overseeing things. If you have any trouble, come to me, but try to make it discrete and respectful. I understand you're new to this and I'll be looking out so, often times, a direct look from a distance will do."
"Okay.", Victoria said with a nod, looking slightly up at the taller woman.
"If someone wanders over and wants to talk, then by all means do so. Be very friendly and helpful, that's what you're here for. Try to keep up with your job at the bar, but if they want to take you up to their room, you'll go."
" ... Yes."
"Is there a problem?"
"No. No, I just- well, I guess I- oh, god. It's not like I'm not prepared, or committed, it's just the way,..."
"Just the way I said it.", Buckner's wife finished. My apologies, I forget myself. I'm used to dealing with other types of people and now I can see that Seth was right about you two. Now, Janet, you'll be serving drinks."
Fran paused here, looking her up and down appreciatively, ending with a close examination of her eyes.
"You're perfect. Be very friendly and polite as you normally are, take an interest in our guest's comfort and enjoyment, but don't be a bother. Always smile and act like they're better than you- No, not like they're better than you,... like you
admire
them, you understand?"
"Yes, I think I know what you want."
"I'm betting you do. Same goes for you too, by the way. If they want to talk, talk. If they want to take you to their room, you'll go and do whatever they please, even if they want you both. Neither of you worry, there'll be nothing crazy like ball gags and nipple clamps, you'll be fine." she said, smiling at her own joke.
"Well, that's a relief." Victoria said with her own smile as Janet grinned beside her.
"When you're not needed, I'll let you know." Fran went on with that smile still in place, now pointing to the pool deck. "When relaxing, your post is right over there, those two loungers near the bar and the door to the kitchen, should you need to bring a tray, or get a drink. When you're not needed for a time, I'll tell you to relax and enjoy yourselves, and I mean that you should. Get a drink, but don't get drunk. Act sexy, but don't be vulgar. You're here as our two positive, trustworthy little happy faces, understood?"
They both nodded and confirmed that they did.
"Excellent. Now, just have a good time with this, be polite and well mannered and enjoy your time and your jobs as much as you can. Oh, and do find time for a swim. Just like that." she said, looking down at their outfits.
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There were only six guests, two couples and two single men. They were all Italian and they sat around the large table with the Buckner's, eating and lightly drinking with them while they talked.
Victoria was relieved to find that most of the drinks she was called on to make were indeed within her personal experience and that she only needed help from Fran twice.
Janet had sashayed up to the table with a bright, warm smile for everyone there, introducing herself and asking if everyone was enjoying themselves, the guests if they were enjoying their stay in Las Vegas, before taking their orders.
Both of them had fallen into their jobs easily and were enjoying their first break on the loungers at their assigned 'relaxation station', as they dubbed it, each sipping a drink after having spread sun block over one another.
"This is fun." Victoria said with a smile. "Isn't it?"
"Yes.", Janet admitted, also smiling as they were told to. "I,... Well, I like having to pull my skirt down all the time and the way my garter belt shows."
"I know. They've been looking at us, too. I think we're doing good. Wow, look at your nipples."
"Look at
yours
