A customer walked in

Chapter originally by Teraton on writing . com

Suddenly, the chime of a bell rang throughout the diner. Karen gave a quiet gasp, and Yuki froze, bra still in hand, jeans still on the floor. In a flash, Jen had swiped the bra from her hand and stuffed into Karen's purse, as well as Karen's and her own. A swishing noise and a flicker of movement at the corner of her eye told Yuki that Jen had kicked her pants and underwear down under a nearby booth. Yuki wanted to yell, but at the moment she was more afraid than anything. Like a deer in the headlights, she just stood there motionless as a young man stepped into the room, in view of the girl's table.

"Hi, uh, are you guys open?" he said, glancing between the three girls.

"Yep!" Jen said, darting past Yuki. The brush of wind on her bare behind jolted her, and immediately she had her hands held behind her, arms holding the side of the apron to her legs. "Sorry, it's just been kind of dead today." She grabbed a menu off the table and took it to the man, who had sat himself down at a table in the center of the room. Unfortunately, the table was directly in line with the very same booth in which Yuki's bottoms now resided. If anyone tried to get them out, there would be no way the customer wouldn't see exactly what they were doing.

Karen's voice snapped Yuki out of her stand-still. "Yuki," she whispered, "your shoes." Yuki stepped into her shoes, which thankfully the customer didn't seem to have noticed were ever off. At the moment, he was happily chatting away with Jen.

"-seems like a ghost town in here," the guy said.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Here, you just take a look at the menu. Yuki," Jen called, looking over her shoulder, her mouth in a smile, but her eyes pointed right at her friend. "How about you go into the back and warm up the stove?"

For a moment, Yuki wanted to protest; she wasn't going anywhere without her jeans back on! But she knew she couldn't get to them while the customer was still here; not without crawling under the booth, flashing him her bare ass, anyway. She put on a strained smile.

"Right," Yuki said, shuffling away in a sort of crab-walk, not turning until she was behind the relative safety of the counter.

Once she had made it into the back room, Yuki let herself panic. She knew this was a stupid idea from the beginning, but she went with it anyway! And now here she was, standing there wearing nothing but a t-shirt and apron! She never should have listened to Jen...

As if on cue, Jen walked into the back room, catching a view of her friend's bottom half, turned away from her as Yuki was. Yuki wheeled around at the sound of the door though.

"Jen, what the hell!" Yuki asked in a harsh whisper, "Why did you have to kick away my jeans! I'm stuck back here bottomless! I'm lucky to have my shoes!""

Jen held a hand up to cut Yuki off. "Yeah, but the important part is that he-" Jen jerked her thumb back out to the diner "doesn't know any of that."

Yuki almost started ranting again, but just took a deep breath, in and out. "Yeah," she sighed. "Okay. But-"

"Look," Jen interrupted, "he's still looking at the menu right now. All you have to do is stay back here a while, and you can get dressed again once he leaves."

Yuki paused for a moment, then nodded. "Okay. Can I really just stay back here though?"

Jen put a hand on her friends shoulder. "It'll be fine. Trust me!" Jen looked over Yuki's face, and found a distinct lack of trust displayed on it. She rolled her eyes and said, "Okay how about this-"