Dana has to be a naked waitress

"Miss, I've been informed of your situation", said the manager. "And thanks to Mr. Williams, we have a solution. Now, in the old timey movies, you would have to wash the dishes - but now we got machines for that. And frankly, a dishwasher doesn't make enough to repay what you owe" He smirked, clearly enjoying his position of power over Dana, taking his sweet time in getting to the point.

Dana felt his hungry gaze on her body - he was no doubt imagining fucking her all kinds of positions. He continued, "The restaurant closes in about 3 hours and change. Mr. Williams suggested that you serve tables until we close. We can't pay you because, well, you don't work here - but any tips you make can be used to repay what you owe. A good deal for everyone involved, if I may say so myself."

The deal didn't seem too bad to Dana. She nodded, expecting the manager to continue speaking. When he didn't, they both stared at each other, their faces becoming more confused each passing moment. Finally, she broke the awkward silence and asked "Um, do I get a uniform?"

"Weeeeeell", replied the manager, his voice awkward. "I am told that your friend informed Mr. Williams of your mental state. She made it clear that you needed everyone's support, and Mr. Williams agreed. His instructions were clear - we cannot interrupt the, uh, therapy you're doing right now in any way. I'm afraid you will need to work as you are."

Dana was taken aback. It was one thing to be naked as a customer in a restaurant - but being naked as a server was an entirely different thing. She would need to talk to strangers, suggest items on the menu, make conversation, take payment, not to mention handle the occasional rude customer. She had merely been the target of lewd looks and cameras before. Now, she could face flirty - or worse, handsy - customers.

She wanted to say no, but she realized she had ****. She sighed, and said, "Fine. I'll do it. But I've got a stupid question - how do I carry my tips?"

The manager smiled evilly as he took a step towards Dana, standing deep within her personal space. Before she could react, she felt his hand make contact with her upper thigh. One of his fingers went inside the tops of her stockings, and she felt a light tug on the elastic. In a lightning fast motion, he withdrew his hand. Her stockings made a light thwip sound as they snapped back in place, tightly hugging her thighs.

Dana gasped in shock - she was not expecting him to touch her like that. He winked at her, saying "Use what you have."