A New Outfit

"Gosh," said Emily, looking down at her new outfit. "Well. Um. Yes. It's very..."

"Do you like it?"

"I..."

"I hope you like it. I worked really hard to get it for you."

"It's beautiful. I love it."

"Great," said Tara, as Emily twisted and turned, trying to look at herself from every angle. "I'll just throw out your uniform, then, since it's ruined."

"Wait, no!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Jackson won't be angry," Tara said, heaving Emily's uniform into a dumpster and slamming the lid shut. "They're disposable! Anyway, time for the rest of your shift."

"The bra was mine... wait, what do you mean, the rest of my shift? Isn't it over?"

"Over?" said Tara, looking puzzled. "Why would it be over? I've been here all morning, working my little tuchus off. You've only done half an hour, and you want to give up? I guess you must not be a very hard worker."

"I don't mind working," said Emily, sheepishly, following Tara out to the counter of the snowcone stand. "It's just, in this outfit..."

"You said you loved the outfit. You weren't lying, were you?"

"No."

"If you were lying, I can take it back and go get you another one. Perhaps a raincoat or a nice summer dress," said Tara. "Of course, I'd be a little tiny bit disappointed that you lied to me."

"I wasn't lying."

"Okay. So you're happy to work for another hour or so at the counter of the snowcone stand in that outfit, then?"

Emily looked down at herself. She was wearing a bikini. A very, very small bikini. You could call it a microbikini, if you were feeling generous. Two tiny triangles of bright red cloth covered her nipples, her pink areola peeping out the sides. Another triangle of red cloth guarded her lady-parts. A thin red cord bisected her bottom, pulled very tightly between her buttocks. The flimsy bows that held it together felt like the slightest touch would unravel them.

"Yes," she said. "I'd love to do that."

"Great," said Tara, beckoning the first customer forward. "Serve this man a snowcone, please. And smile!"

"Okay... eek!"

"Don't mind me. This hose squirts jets of high-pressure, ice-cold water, see? I thought I'd use it to remind you whenever your nipples pop out of your top. Nothing to worry about. Keep working."

"Okay..."

"Hey, I can almost untie your bows with it!"