Attendant at a waterpark

Rachel let out a long yawn as she approached the reception desk. She worked at the local waterpark, and not exactly by choice. What was supposed to be a summer gig had turned into a soul-crushing necessity thanks to rent and tuition.

Rachel punched in her code to the employees’ entrance at the massive waterpark. As she opened the door the thick damp air with a sharp smell of chlorine hit her face as a wall. It was only her second week, and she still wasn’t accustomed to all the smells and sounds surrounding her.

“Heya Julie, what’s up?”

Julie, the receptionist, quickly looked up from her desk wearing a broad smile. “Hi Rach! I’m great! How are you?” Julie was two years her senior and a total knockout, turning heads without even trying. Long blonde hair, cute fitting glasses, a toned body. She always wore a stupid smile which gave the impression that dealing with whiny children, middle-aged women and perverted old men in undersized speedos was a dream job. Rachel hated her - partly out of jealousy, but also her general attitude, how the hell could someone be this inspired working at this horrid place?

“I’m good thanks, what is my assignment for today?”

Julie adjusted her glasses and glanced at her monitor.

“Hmmm, seems like Paul has forgotten to update it.”

Rachel frowned.

“Go get changed real quick and I’ll ask him” Julie said with a smile.

Rachel begrudgingly walked towards the wardrobe to get changed, ignoring Julies cheerful wave. As she entered the locker-room, she opened her cabinet and pulled out her “uniform.” A white, sheer high-cut one-piece.

Paul, the manager, was a cheapskate, meaning the uniform was old and worn. It was also severely undersized, Rachel suspected Paul had assigned the ill-fitting skimpy piece of clothing on purpose, just to allow him to glare at her “feminine charms” that she highlighted during her interview. Although there was no way of proving it.

She frowned at her own reflection in the mirror. The white fabric stretched reluctantly across her chest, straps digging into her shoulders. The high-rise cut tugged her front firmly. The back was equally uncomfortable, the straps dug into her back, and no matter how she adjusted it, the fabric kept creeping up her bottom.

Her first two weeks had gone without a hitch, and despite it being in a waterpark, she never actually gotten her suit wet yet. Shed only worked alongside Julie or at the foodcart, serving greasy overpriced meals to the greasy overweight costumers. She blushed at the thought of her uniform getting wet. The thin fabric would probably be even more sheer.

Rachel snorted; this was just borderline inappropriate. Her reflection in the mirror looked more like a model in an adult film, the thin fabric pushed firm to her body, clearly showing dark shadows of what lay beneath.

She slammed the door frustrated behind her, making her way back to the obnoxious beaming ray of sunshine sitting at the desk. Cursing Paul as she went, she discreetly attempted to adjust the fabric creeping up her backside. Her thumb caught the suits flimsy side seam, pulling it tighter against her pubic bone. She winced at the pain as the suit dug into her.

By the time she got to the desk she could feel the damp warm air embracing her entire backside.

“Heya Julie, any update yet?”

Julie dropped her pen as she looked at Rachels uniform. No matter how many times shed seen Rachels uniform it still gave her a slight blush when she saw it on. Her eyes were naturally drawn towards the dark shade at Rachels crotch. Julie forcefully placed her attention back at the monitor.

“Looks like Paul put you up for….”