Al's Fried Chicken

"So Katie, are you ready to work then?" Al the owner of the restaurant asked her.

"Yeah but..." Katie cut herself off as she was thinking about how exposing her uniform was.

"What is it?" the old man asked.

"Well, the uniform..."

"Is a classic of the old days! Let's go make sure you have everything in order!" Al declared, indicating that Katie should follow him.

Walking through the restaurant with a dozen or so workers getting ready for lunch, Katie wondered how the girls were able to bear the uniform. It barely left anything covered! In fact, the uniform was so in depth that it even required certain types of underwear to be worn! Walking into the man's office, Katie stopped and stood as the door was closed behind her.

"Please take a seat." Al told Katie.

Most men would simply point to the seat a girl should take during an interview. Others would even pull up the chair in a more classic kind of way. Apparently Al was from an even older time when pushing a girl towards the seat was conducted by firmly grasping her ass. Katie lit up red as the old man put her into the seat across the desk from his own chair.

"Now I understand that this is your first time in uniform AND your first time for coming in to work." Al told her, Katie nodding quietly.

"Here's how it works around here. I remember when people used to to stick to their word and things like uniforms were taken more seriously. So understand that what I do is to honor my word." the grisly owner told her.

"Okay." Katie acknowledged.

"Excellent." Al responded.