He gives a simple instruction

“Flis, why don’t you show our new guest what naughty girls don’t have on under their dresses?” As he issues his instruction to her, he takes a seat on one of the sofas in the room, leaving the two girls facing one another.

Felicity takes a moment to understand what he means, then remembers she isn’t wearing her thong anymore, leaving her pussy naked beneath her dress. She looks back at the waitress, the two giving nervous little smiles to each other now. After a moment to try to steady her shaking hands, Felicity reaches down over her short dress and takes the hem in both hands. She closes her eyes, deciding that will make it easier to do what he has asked, and slowly lifts the dress upwards, until she knows it is high enough to show what he wants her to show.

“Oh wow” the waitress utters as the dress is hiked up. “so you spent that whole time without your knickers on” she laughs. The laugh seems to break the nervousness of the two, and as Felicity opens her eyes again, she sees the other girl looking down at where her dress once was.

“Well, not the whole time” he interjects, “she did come in with them on, but she took them off before we sat down.” The whole time he talks Felicity still stands there, her dress raised leaving herself on display, but she doesn’t mind, finding it strangely exciting to show herself off, and proud at how he talks about what she did as if it’s something incredible.

“So, why don’t you do the same” he adds, looking at her expectingly now. “Take them off and hand them to me, I can look after them with Felicity’s.”

The waitress looks from Felicity to him, and for a moment looks as if she is about to say something. But instead she just nods in acceptance, and reaches her hands down and under her black skirt. Felicity finds herself watching intently, seeing the skirt bunching up a little as her hands slide up inside it, until it is clear her fingers have hooked into the waits of her knickers and begins to ease them down over her thighs. A few seconds later there is a glimpse of light blue, all balled up as they roll over her legs. The waitress doesn’t pause as they come free, instead bending down to push them all the way to her feet and stepping out of them. As she stands back upright, her hands drop to her sides, one of them holding the little bundle that is her knickers. She looks towards him as he sits back and as he holds his hand out, she steps forward until she is close enough to hand them to him.

As Felicity watches, he slides the collected knickers into his pocket, and she wonders if they are now nestled up against her thong he also has in his possession.