I spent a long time getting ready for the shift at the club and I thought I looked really good.
My face was heavily made up and Paula had laced me really tight in to my corset, causing my breasts to be pushed up and nipping my waist in so that it was really tiny.
My black lace topped stockings were attached to the six suspenders on the corset pulling them up tightly.
I had chosen to wear a flimsy thong which tied at the sides the back of it sitting snugly between the cheeks of my arse.
So there I was teetering precariously on my highest heels, wearing a maid’s dress that displayed my cleavage and was so short that flared out by the net petticoats it barely covered my stocking tops and the slightest movement exposed them and my thong. As usual my little peenie was encased in lace and pulled back between my legs.
With Paula’s assurance that I looked great I stood at my front door waiting for the taxi that the three of us were sharing.
Dressed as I and the other two boys were, there was no way w would get to the club unmolested by predatory females, so we had decided we would share a taxi and avoid the normal abuse boys got.
I heard the beep of the horn of the taxi. Time to go, female taxi drivers did not like to be kept waiting. I opened the door and made my way down the steps. As soon as I stepped out, the breeze lifted my skirt forcing me to hold it down as I walked. The waiting taxi driver’s eyes were on my legs as she opened the cab door. The other two boys Ruby and Crystal had already in the cab. As I got in the driver’s hand groped my bottom, causing me to sit quickly without trying to smooth my skirts. They were so short anyway that it would not have made any difference, even so the cold leather of the seat on my naked bottom and thighs made be squirm a bit.
Ruby and Crystal were both dressed as I was, so the driver in her mirror had a view of our nylon clad legs right up to he top, the short skirts doing nothing to hide our modesty.
The journey to the club was quite short and unusually, when we arrived, the driver got out to open the door and let us out. The fact that this gave her an opportunity to get a closer look at our legs and undies as we struggled to get out of the vehicle with some modesty had nothing to do with it.
Harry opened the door after keeping us waiting for what seemed an age. Our costumes had already attracted the attention of passing females but it had been harmless if somewhat degrading.
“Well done.” Harry said. “You look really hot. Now remember you are here to serve and if my guests are pleased there may be a bonus for you.”
With that we were given our instructions for the evening.
I was positioned with a tray of drinks by the door with Crystal who held a tray of canapés. We stood nervously teetering on our heels, our skirts flared out legs tightly together waiting for our customers.
