Uniform inspection

As Mackenzie was recomposing herself in the hall, Janet exited her office and began striding towards her. Mackenzie was about to head for the bar to get the drink orders when Janet stopped her.

"Mackenzie! Let me see how that uniform is holding up."

Mackenzie stopped in place and begrudgingly turned back to face her boss. The black haired woman wasted no time in pinching at the fabric of Mackenzie's stockings.

"How does it feel?" she asked as she worked her way up Mackenzie's slender legs.

"It's pretty tight." Mackenzie said, honestly. Her words covered up the tiny ripping sound that came from her skirt as her boss tugged a little too hard on its hem. It left a small tear in the bottom of the garment, hidden away in the back where Mackenzie wouldn't notice it.

"Nonsense." her boss answered as she tugged at the skirt's waistband. She could barely move it away from Mackenzie's hips. "It's the perfect fit."

"And it could be a bit bigger." Mackenzie added.

"Don't be ridiculous Mackenzie!" Janet scoffed as she began pinching at the crop top. There was no way that Janet was going to let Mackenzie know the original uniform had been significantly bigger. The overzealous woman had cut it up to be scandalously short for its unlucky victim. "Its size is fine if you'd just- oops!"

While pinching around Mackenzie's breasts, Janet had "accidentally" plucked the top button off Mackenzie's top. This left only one other button holding the two sides of her skimpy top together!

"Wh-" Mackenzie was nearly speechless as she realized what her boss had just inadvertently done. "What did you do?!"

"Oh calm down Mackenzie, it's just one button." One button that had had half of its threads cut earlier by Janet. "The uniform looks good. Now get back out there already!" Janet followed up her comment with a somewhat forceful swat on Mackenzie's ass before walking over to the other waitresses.

The redhead grumbled to herself but went to pick up the drinks from the bar. She brought them back to her tables, noticing she now had a third table to take care of. Unfortunately for her, Mackenzie had to lean forward to place the glasses down for those seated on the inside of the booth. This gave everyone at the table a close up view of their waitress's spectacular breasts. Just one button seemed to be the only thing keeping the tantalizingly tight top from bursting completely open! Suffice to say, it took more than a few tries for most of the distracted customers to remember their dinner orders.

When Mackenzie repeated the process the process at Stu's table, he did more than just gawk. As Mackenzie leaned forward, he squeezed her ass again, this time opting to keep his hand on top of her skirt. As she turned to head over to her third table, Mackenzie felt Stu's hand shift down to the edge of her skirt.

Mackenzie heard the tearing sound as she walked away and felt a **** spin her back around. Stu had found the tear Janet had started, and as he pulled on it a thin strip of fabric began peeling away from the bottom of the skirt. It followed a horizontal path around to the front and stopped Mackenzie mid-stride. When Stu actively pulled on the strip of fabric, it rotated Mackenzie around even further. The horizontal tear ripped all the way around until it reached the back of the skirt again. Stu triumphantly held a long strip of fabric in his hand, about an inch and a half wide.

"Oops!" he said sarcastically, barely able to believe his luck.

Mackenzie regained her bearings, glaring daggers at Stu before she coldly said, "No problem."

Looking down at her skirt, the waitress realized that the pervert had just made her skirt slightly over an inch shorter. The skirt, which was now effectively a microskirt, only barely came down to the level of her pussy now. If someone was looking dead level at it they could just start to glimpse the bare lips underneath it. And in the back it now revealed the lower part of Mackenzie's ass, so everyone could see a portion of the lovely cheeks underneath!

Blushing furiously now, Mackenzie tried to tug the garment lower. But it was so tight that it wouldn't budge. With no other course of action for her tiny skirt, the waitress slowly walked over to her third table.

"H-hi there." she said nervously. All six men were staring at either her cleavage or the bottom of her skirt. Most had shit eating grins looking like they had just won the lottery. "M-my name's Mackenzie and I'll be your server tonight."