No way!

She was already being put into this humiliating get-up, there was no way she was giving up her panties too!

Service began soon enough, though. Blushing, she checked her reflection in a grubby mirror, doing her best to adjust the straining top to cover her chest, and trying to push the skirt as low as she could without letting anything show out the top. It got worryingly close.

Peggy swallowed, steeled herself, and walked out into the main club.

She'd never worn anything remotely close to this before; given the choice she never would have. It had to be breaking some decency law somewhere, didn't it?

"Table three," another member of staff said, handing her a tray of two beers.

Peggy nodded. She took the tray and, blushing, made her way through the club. Patrons brushed close to her, close enough she could almost feel their stares; she quickened her step until... there, table three!

Four men in suits waited there. Peggy tried to shift her posture, feigning friendliness rather than self-consciousness. She lifted one glass up.

"That one's mine, sweetheart," one man said. Flushing, as much from the indignity as anger, she put it down by him, and put down the rest of the glasses by the other patrons.

"Just a minute," another man said, a moment before Peggy could walk away. "You new here? I'd remember seeing those before, I'm sure."

And he was emphatically not staring at her face. Peggy blushed, suppressing the urge to knock him out with his own glass. Undercover, she told herself, for the mission.

"Just hired today," she said brightly.

"Promising," he said. "Don't let me keep you."

Gratefully she turned, about to hurry away when-

"Wait!" he said again. Now he seemed rather less than pleased. Uncertain, she turned around. "Come back here."

The other men at the table seemed amused; Peggy hesitated, face reddening as they leered.

"Lift up your skirt," he said.

"Wh-what?" she said. He couldn't be serious!

"You heard me," he said.

"No!" Peggy said. "I- I'm working, I-"

"Do you know who I am?" the man said. "I own this place. If I tell you to stay, you stay. If I tell you to lift up your skirt, you do it, understand?"

Peggy faltered, She stared incredulously.

Ok, maybe she should have recognised him. he didn't look precisely the same as in the photos the SSR had shown her, but he did look like one of the owners. She just hadn't expected him to frequent the common bar, rather than above.

She whimpered, then stiffened. Focus on the role.

Red-faced, she slowly lifted the hem of her skirt up. The man growled.

"Panties?" he said. "Weren't you told the dress code?"

Wh-what? That was serious? Peggy flushed.

"I-" Peggy faltered.

"Off," he said.

Her eyes widened.

"I'll just go back-" Peggy said.

"No, not back there, here," the owner said. "You're lucky I don't fire you. We have simple rules; do your job, look pretty. That means: take them off."

Peggy bit her lip. She flushed, squeaked, then reluctantly assented. Damn it, she couldn't fail her mission on her first day.

Cheeks burning, she pushed her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them, bending over in front of the bar to do so. Then man snatched them away.

Peggy swallowed.

"S-sorry sir," she said, trying to seem contrite rather than humiliated.

"And the skirt," he said.

Her head jerked up. Oh god-

"If I can't trust you to not wear underwear, I want to make sure," he said. "Take off your skirt for the rest of service today. Hopefully that'll be a lesson to you tomorrow."

Could she really do that? Oh god, going around here with all the handsy men without-

Or did she want to go back to the SSR and never get a real mission again? Especially if she had to pull out so soon. Peggy whimpered, her cheeks flaming. Then, trembling, obeyed.

She stood up straighter, not saying anything that time, her ass bare for the bar to see what it looked like, and her pussy exposed to the bar's owner. She didn't dare cover herself with her hands, for fear of what he'd make her take off next.

"Better," he grunted. "Get back to work!"

Clad in only her heels and cleavage-baring top, a furiously flushing Peggy hurried back to pick up the next order, her ass bare behind her.