A seedy club

Black market, HYDRA-type weapons were being used by a certain gang, and said gang seemed to have a base of operations in a particular club. They also had enough connections that going through the official channels didn't achieve much.

So, irony of ironies, her 'mission' involved becoming a waitress and serving a bunch of men in suits coffee. Peggy could have laughed.

No wonder Dooley thought she was such a good fit. Still, it was a mission; she was actually doing something. And if it meant going undercover at a club that, admittedly seemed pretty seedy, so be it.

She aced the job interview with a few forged papers and contact details, managing to imply she could keep her mouth shut if she saw anything criminal without having to just come out and say it and arouse suspicion. She noticed her interviewer's eyes gleam at that.

So she was on the right track.

There were three areas to the club. Well, two technically; the main room downstairs, and the VIP upstairs. Waitresses would walk around, smile, serve food... the usual.

But then there was a locked door she spotted a few shady-looking people go into on her way out of the interview. If she was to guess, that was the backroom; a third part only a select few waitresses would be allowed, where all the deals took place. Getting there was her goal.

"Head back there," her interviewer said, gesturing to a different door. "Take a spare uniform. Service starts in an hour, the girls can show you the ropes."

Peggy nodded, feigning graciousness, before following his gesture. Through the door, down the side of the kitchen, and... changing room.

She faltered in the doorway. The uniforms. Oh god, the uniforms.

There were a few women already hanging out there. Most had on what, Peggy was soon to find out, she'd be expected to wear. A skirt so short it would barely go a third of the way down her thighs, and a top that managed to both show off her stomach, and lack any real buttons so as to bare all her cleavage. She couldn't even wear a bra with it, meaning that if anyone stared they'd likely see the shadow of her nipples.

And oh god would people stare. Peggy flushed crimson when she was led to what was to be her uniform.

And that wasn't even the worst; there were a few women who seemed to work in the VIP area, and they didn't have the benefit of the top. They worked topless, absolutely nothing to conceal their tits when they walked out among the club's patrons.

That was what she was aiming for?! She shuddered to think what the back room would be like.

She changed quickly, keeping her back to the rest of the room. Top and bra off, woefully skimpy uniform top on. Red-faced, she hurriedly pulled on what barely qualified as a skirt, before reaching for the heels that completed the outfit-

"Hey! New girl," someone said behind her. Peggy turned, still flushed.

"Y-yes?" Peggy said.

"Lose those too, boss-man hates to see them."

"What?" Peggy said. She glanced to where the woman was poitning; that was just her uniform skirt. God help her she'd taken everything else off.

"Your panties. You think I didn't see you bend over? Lose them."

What?! Peggy's cheeks immediately flamed. So not only was her skirt short enough to show them off, but she was expected to work out there without them on?!

"I-is this a joke?" Peggy said.

"We don't prank the new girl around here," the other waitress said. "The job does that for you. Look."

Only slightly flushed, apparently far more used to this than Peggy wanted to think about, the woman lifted up her own skirt for a split second to reveal she was going without panties too. Peggy did a double take.

"Seriously, lose them, you'll regret it if you don't," she said, and turned away.

Incredulously, Peggy stared after her.