Yes

Jaycee, knowing exactly what she has to do, sighs.

It had taken her the better part of her last collegiate month to find this job, and the dark-haired stunner knows just how desperately she had to scramble to do so. Forfeiting her employment due to a mistake so menial as wearing a pair of saggy jeans seems absurd, regardless of the tremendous potential for humiliation that comes with the issue.

Nevertheless, as the girl walks toward her new workplace with hands strategically in pockets, the image of a curvy brunette standing without pants the in the middle of a crowded restaurant is stuck in the front of her mind. Diners laughing hysterically, male co-workers snapping candid pictures for later, a pair of bright orange bikini briefs shamelessly exposed to the world...

Jaycee shakes her head violently as she enters the front door of the restaurant.

No, that won't happen. She will keep her jeans up, avoid embarrassment, and escape the night with her dignity in tact. She has overcame more daunting obstacles during her life, and tonight will be no different. Tonight, in this shitty Mexican restaurant, Jaycee Peterson is going to be the best damn waitress to ever li...

"Pull up your pants!"

Jaycee, now at the restaurant's front counter, freezes. Her internal pep talk had turned a sheepish pocket walk into a determined march, giving her hands subconscious permission to release her broken trousers. Several determined steps had caused her pants to fall away from her waist and expose roughly three inches of orange panty on all sides, which had caused one iron-lunged patron to voice his repulsed disapproval.

While the other men in the restaurant were likely pissed at the guy, Jaycee Peterson was immensely grateful. Had it not been for him, she may have accidentally allowed her pants to crash to her ankles before her maiden shift even began.

Red-faced, Ms. Peterson pulls herself back into her naughty jeans. This time she does not bother to tuck in her polo, but rather holds the denim to her body by grasping two belt loops with all of her might.

She is just beginning to process the fact that dozens of people have caught a sizeable glimpse of her underwear when she hears a voice from the previously unoccupied front counter. The embarrassed girl does not bother to look up, but can tell by the tone exactly who is greeting her.

"Hey Jaycee! Ready for your first day?"