Working in a towel

Lauren shuffled to the kitchen, writing out the order and hanging it up.

"Ah! Nalgona!" The dishwasher laughed. Lauren didn't know exactly what he meant, though his leering grin gave her an indication. She flushed, and picked up a coffee pot. She then had to go from table to table, holding a knotted towel around her waist with her pale thighs flashing to everyone, and pour coffee.

"Man, she must be desperate for tips!"

"Does she have anything under there?"

"I think I saw some booty!"

"Is that Lauren?!"

Lauren flushed as she served coffee, feeling utterly exposed and utterly ridiculous. Suddenly she heard a bell from the kitchen.

"Food's up!"