Hannah puts you to work

You squeeze through the party guests, looking down at your bare feet and trying not to attract attention, until you reach Hannah, lying on a sun lounger.

"Ah, Samantha, you're here," Hannah remarks, looking up at you. "You'll find a tray inside, you can use that to serve us refreshments."

"Hannah. Where are my clothes?" you ask, once again tugging on the hem of your skirt.

"I'll have another beer."

"Can I at least have some panties?" You awkwardly rub the back of your calf with you bare foot as you push your glasses up your nose.

"You don't need underwear to do your job, Samantha," Hannah replies. "Now go and get some drinks and we'll hear no more of this silly talk about panties."

"B-b-but what if someone sees my...you know..."

"Your pussy?" Hannah laughs as you cringe at the word. "You should be grateful I gave you anything to wear. But if you'd rather work naked..."

"No!" you cry, blushing. "No. I-I'll do it..."

You turn around and hurry back into the house. Locating a tray, you load it with a selection of drinks and snacks and head back outside.

xxx

Your part-time job as a waitress had given you the skills to balance a heavy tray on one hand, but it hadn't prepared you for everything else you had to contend with as you circled around the party.

Eyes would oggle your breasts and cleavage, wandering hands would squeeze your arse and people would deliberately tread down hard on your bare feet. Despite all of this, you managed to keep your tray level. In fact, the only time you reacted was when you slammed a hand against your skirt whenever a breeze threatened to billow it upwards.

With no watch or phone, you didn't know how long you had been working, but by the time Hannah beckoned you over, the shower water on your skin and in your blonde hair had been replaced by sweat and the dress was itchy.

"Samantha, settle an argument for us. Dan thinks you're a virgin, but Chloe disagrees with him. Who's right?"

"Hey!" Dan threw his hands up. "We've all seen her pussy today, I'm just saying it looks really tight!"

"Oh, come on, Dan!" Chloe argued. "She's 21! No one is still a virgin at that age! Plus what virgin shaves down there?"

"Let Samantha speak, guys," Hannah said. "So?"

"I...I'm not a virgin, no," you lie. "I've not had sex a bunch of times, which is probably why my pussy looks like it does."

You couldn't believe the words that were coming out of your mouth. It was true that your pussy was bald. You hated body hair almost as much as you hated being naked, and so any hair below the eyebrows was removed religiously.

Chloe taunted Dan over her victory, but Hannah didn't look convinced.

"I'm going to ask you one more time, Samantha, and I don't want you lying to me. Remember, bad things happen to naughty little liars. Tell me the truth: are you a virgin?"

Flustered, you push your glasses back up your sweaty nose. You had never confessed the horrible truth to anyone, but if Hannah saw through your lie, what would she do to you? Do you call her bluff and hope that her punishment wouldn't be too severe? Or do you humiliate yourself further by revealing that you had less sexual experience than everyone at the party?