A restaurant

A short while later Lauren was dropped off at the restaurant where she worked as a waitress. She stood in the parking lot, clutching dearly at her towel. She was really supposed to go into work with only a towel to cover her lower half? How could she? But, what else was she supposed to do: stand in the parking lot in a towel for the day?! How was that any better?!

Lauren sighed. She had to go in. She decided to use the back entrance through the kitchen, to avoid the customers for as long as she can. She shuffled over, walking carefully. If she spread her legs too wide, who knows what she'd flash?

Lauren swung the door open, bare knees shaking as she went in...