Molly the Hostess

"Hi, Molly." Jaycee says, looking up to greet the enthusiastic blonde. "Yeah, uh, I think I'm ready!"

"Great! I've got you on tables 8-12 tonight and I just seated your first party a minute ago."

"Well, guess I'll get to it!" Jaycee says, feigning confidence despite her precarious situation. She carefully makes her way over to a table of four people.

"Hi!" she says, as chipper as possible, "I'm Jaycee and I'll be your server tonight. Can I get you all started with something to drink?"

Jaycee pulls out her notepad and begins jotting down the various orders. Luckily it only takes a few seconds to go around the table, so her pants only shift slightly lower as she transcribes the orders. Then she's able to regrip her troublesome trousers as she walks off towards the kitchen.

She repeats the process with her next few tables, and soon follows with delivering the drinks. All is going well for Jaycee so far. She hasn't had to let go of her pants for more than 30 seconds at a time and she's remained vigilant. As a result, no one's gotten more than a slight glimpse of orange since her shift began.

But now the round of entrees is ready to be delivered to her first table. Jaycee picks up the large tray from the kitchen, but it wobbles unsteadily in her hand! Jaycee quickly grabs it with her other hand too to keep it steady and heads over to the first table. Unfortunately, with both hands on the tray, there's nothing to keep her pants from creeping down her hips!

Jaycee prays she can make it in time. The table's only thirty feet away! The jeans slip dangerously low on her hips, down to the level they had fallen earlier, exposing three inches of orange to the restaurant. Jaycee's about fifteen feet away when her jeans hit the point of no return. Having descended past the curves of her hips, the garment falls to her ankles in a second with a soft whumpf.

Jaycee comes to an abrupt halt in the middle of the packed restaurant. With her pants around her ankles, there's nothing preventing the crowd from getting an eyeful of her curvy panty-clad rear. A few nearby patrons begin chuckling at the sight, and more soon follow. Her nightmare has come true! Blushing furiously, Jaycee wants nothing more than to drop the tray off at her table and swiftly yank her pants back up, but it's too far away! And what's worse, the pants around her feet mean that she can't walk forward without tripping!