Jaycee Peterson sits in the parking lot of her work, carefully examining the waistband of her once-favorite blue jeans.
She had owned the pants since high school, had always loved the way they flattered her already generous lower assets, but knows by this point they are essentially defective. The waistband had given out last fall, the result of hundreds if not thousands of wears, meaning the denim will succumb to gravity and plummet to Earth if left unattended for any significant amount of time.
Still infatuated with their fit on her legs and ass, Jaycee had continued to wear the pants with a sturdy belt synched to its final loop. She had obviously meant to employ this strategy tonight, but, due to forgetfulness or carelessness, the waitress now sits outside of her new job in pants that threaten every ounce of her dignity.
Jaycee takes a deep breath, turns off her car, opens her driver's side door, and steps outside.
Unluckily for the dazzling damsel, this action alone causes her beltless jeans to slip from her hips to the very top of her butt. Had the trousers slipped much lower, they would have dipped below the hem of her collared shirt, which would have given the world a peak at a pair of neon orange bikini briefs.
Jaycee flashes an embarrassed smile to the soon-to-be diners around her (and there are a lot; it is a Friday night and business is booming) as she yanks her pants as far up as they will physically travel. After, she tucks her polo into her waistband in an attempt to provide sedentary friction for the top of her bottoms.
Standing awkwardly outside of her car, the girl can already feel herself begin to get tomato-faced. It is in these moments that she begins to question.
How will I keep my pants up? What if I expose myself? Does anyone I know work here? Is anyone I know eating here? How long would it take to find a new job? Is it even worth going in there?
Jaycee has ten minutes until her shift begins. Ten minutes to decide if risking the most embarrassing moment of her life is worth $80 and the right to return tomorrow.
She stands, sweat rolling down her face, hands in pockets, thinking.
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