Renee ran her fingers through her glossy blonde hair, her brow slightly furrowed as she assessed herself critically in the mirror.  Turning 25 had been traumatic for her, the two years since only adding to her fear that her breasts weren't quite as firm, that her hips were spreading slightly, that she was beginning to look like something besides the sorority beauty queen she had always been.  She spent a fortune on her appearance between the exclusive makeup line, the boutique that was by invitation only, the occasional procedure to preserve her Barbie-like beauty, and the endless laser hair removal that she subjected herself to weekly.<br/><br/>She was nervous about the upcoming event.  She and Patrick had played before, but they hadn't entertained in their home.  She'd gone to great lengths to look her best, her silken hair trimmed to perfectly frame her face, falling halfway down her back.  Her dress was short and skimpy, of flowing vibrant blue whisper-thin fabric, although there wasn't much of it.  It fell just below the curve of her heart-shaped butt, the back plunging to show the edge of her matching lace panties.  The neckline was high and looked almost modest from the front, although it clung to the curves of her artfully enhanced 34C breasts like a second skin.  Beneath she wore a matching demi-bra, and the thought of how long it would take anyone to reveal it sent her pulse skittering.  Stepping into her 2 inch strappy heels, she gave herself her best beauty queen smile in the mirror, then turned to join Patrick downstairs.<br/><br/>Finding him in the living room, she smiled brilliantly at him, her perfectly bleached teeth flashing.<br/><br/>"Is everything working, sweetheart?"