At the cafe

With a sigh you slump down at a table an ponder your current situation. Alone, no money, no ID of any kind and an angry mom waiting for you should you decide to go home. If only I had taken some money with me, you think. But then again, there is always the possibility of earning some. Acting on your idea you stand up and approach the waitress at the counter. "Hey, I was wondering if there is a chance I could work here?"

The waitress looks at you surprised before inspecting your body for a moment and finally smiling at you. "Well, we are a bit short staffed at the moment. Let’s check with the manager."

Soon you find yourself in the backroom office facing the manager. "So, you are looking for a bit of quick money. You are really lucky that we need someone right now. Do you have some experience in the field?"

"I'm afraid no, but I am a fast learner."

"We can teach you what you need, and the rest can be handled by wearing a smaller top. Melly will give you your uniform while I print you a nametag. What was your name again?"

Shit, you think, not the name thing again. But you can't really put up a fight again. You need the money. Reluctantly you take the first name that comes to mind: "Jane"

Minutes later you are standing in the cafe wearing a uniform that shows too much leg for comfort while also showing a fair amount of your midriff. The top is tight enough to hug and squeeze your boobs while modeling them for everyone to see.

Apparently, you should be eye candy as well as the waitress. Tugging nervously at the hemline you get to work.