Balancing act

Julia, **** to cover her lower half, quickly put on the skirt as soon as her boss gave it to her. She looked ridiculous, the skirt was clearly too small for her, so much so that she couldn’t even pull it up to her hips. It covered the most important parts, but her neatly trimmed pubic hair was now sitting above her bottoms for all to gawk at. The back wasn’t much more impressive, with half of her ass sticking out the top of it.

Before she could raise any concerns, however, the manager handed off two trays full of glasses. They were stacked on top of one another in a precarious pyramid-like formation.

“Get this to table three,” he commanded, “And no more lollygagging!”

Not wanting to cause any more trouble, she moved back out to the dining area. The trays were exceedingly heavy and even a slight movement seemed to push them somewhat off balance. She had to move slowly if she was going to get to her table, which was terrible as everyone seemed to be staring at her. With both of her hands occupied by the trays, there was no way for her to spare herself from their blatant ogling.

She felt like a spectacle. Excited grins filled the room as she carefully inched along. Some had even taken out their phones to record what they anticipated to be an inevitable failure. It was as if she was an inexperienced tightrope walker and everyone just waiting to see her fall. The intense focus on her was nearly enough to make her lose her balance, but she managed to keep going.

That is until the cinnamon kicked in.

It started at first as a slight itch along her crotch, but quickly grew into a burning. She stopped, praying the sensation would fade, but it only seemed to grow stronger!

Everyone was looking at her, noticing the clear signs of discomfort on her face.

Something was wrong with her bottoms. She needed to get them off! However, she couldn’t do it while holding the two trays. But the burning was too great, she needed to get them off now!

Overwhelmed, Julia made a slight oversight in her balance and one of the two trays of water quickly tipped over and poured all over her.

For a moment there was a slight relief as the cool sensation of the water trickled down her body. But that relief soon gave way to humiliation. Her top had slid completely off her breasts and was now hanging uselessly from around her waist. Her bottoms, meanwhile, had been pushed completely off once more, now a sopping mess of fabric at her feet. She was effectively standing naked in the middle of the room in full view of everyone.

The room erupted into cheers as Julia bashfully covered her crotch with her unoccupied hand.

Looking back to the bar, she saw her manager glaring at her. No doubt he didn't appreciate the broken cups on his floor and she'd certainly be reprimanded for this later.

**** to amend the situation in whatever little way she could, Julia stepped over the mess on the ground and rushed to table three. If she moved fast enough there was no way the manager could be as mad, right?