Restaurant

Your mother had recently convinced you to get a job for once, stating that you don't get out much and don't do anything but look at your computer. Which is completely accurate, but still. Pushing past your introverted ways, you decided to actually try and get a job somewhere. Hell, with the stuff you've been going through this year, maybe getting a job will feel like a vacation. Especially if you get to be far, far away from your sister.

You applied to the first job opening you saw, which was a job at a crumby restaurant, not too far from where you lived. Not exactly the amount of pay you'd want, but hey, it beats being around your sister all day.

Slowly waking up, your dazed head slowly started to remember that today's the first day of your new job. You lazily looked over at the clock and saw... You're late!

Leaping out of your bed, you quickly go to your drawers to put on some clothes. You grab a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants, assuming the restaurant will probably give you a uniform when you get there. However, you stop in your tracks when you notice an **** lack of panties. Scrambling over to your hamper, you look inside and see no panties in there either.

"Damn it!" You say out loud.

Your mother must have put all your dirty laundry in the washer without telling you, she has a really bad habit of doing that. Oh well, you suck it up and put on the clothes you do have. You probably won't be needing panties anyways. After all, what's the worst that could happen at a restaurant?

Running out the door, you manage to make the bus on time and rush into the restaurant was quickly as possible. Tripping a bit, you manage to stop yourself and catch your breath. That's when you hear a voice in front of you.

"There you are!"

A middle-aged fat man was steadily storming up to you, his face twisting in anger.

"You're late!" He yelled.

"Sorry, sir. I–"

"No time for excuses, missy. We have to get you in uniform." The man bellowed, pulling your arm as he charged in the main part of the restaurant.

Looking around, your heart suddenly skipped a beat. All of the servers in the restaurant were women, but not just any kind of women... sexily dressed women. Every waitress was wearing the exact same thing, a black micro skirt and a white crop top. You internally cringed as you gawked at the scene in front of you. This wasn't a restaurant... this was a breastaurant!

The fat man, who you can only assume is the manager, finally reached the kitchen and swung you in front of him.

"Alright, now since you were late, I don't want anymore trouble from you. Got it?" The fat manager pointed his finger at you. "I don't want to hear anything about oh, but it's my first day or, _but he touched my butt! I _don't want to hear it, okay?"

You were still stunned by the fat man's anger towards you, but you responded anyways. "Yes, sir..."

"Cassie, over there, will help you out with the rest." The manager pointed behind you at a punk looking girl, also dressed in the restaurant's uniform.

Cassie is, admittedly, stunning. She has giant boobs, as well as impressive hips and thighs. Her face was equally as stunning, having beautiful black hair and gothic makeup. You were very intimidated and aroused at the same time.

The manager stepped out of the kitchen as Cassie walked up to you, slyly looking you up and down. Though, due to her cool expression, you couldn't really tell if she liked what she saw.

"Hey," She started, "The name's Cassie. You?"

Mustering up all of your courage, you replied in the coolest and suavest way possible.

"Uh, er uh– I mean, uh– I'm y-yo– I'm yours– I mean, uh– m-my name's Kathy..."

Shit.

Cassie looked down at you cooly. "Nice to meet you. If you'll follow me, I can go ahead and show you where the uniforms are."

You nodded stupidly and followed the punk towards the changing rooms. Letting you in, she closed the door as she left, leaving you to your own devices. Looking around a bit, you managed to find the micro skirt and crop top. So, you slowly started slipping out of your t-shirt first and put on the thin crop top. You guess that this crop top was made for taller women with much bigger breasts, seeing that the 'crop top' looks more like a shirt on you, coming right below your belly button.

Happy with the result of the crop top, you then started to slowly take your sweatpants off and... Shit. You forgot that you didn't put on any panties today and are now internally panicking. What should you do? You can't just... not wear the uniform! That fat dude clearly said that if you caused anymore trouble, you'd be in even bigger trouble! So, trembling a bit, you slowly slipped the micro skirt on and hoped for the best. Just from putting it on and looking down at yourself, you can tell that this isn't the same situation as the crop top. Looking around in the room, you spotted a mirror and hurried over to look at yourself.

Finally seeing how you look, your crop top is providing a good amount of coverage for your chest, only allowing for a bit of skin to show between it and the micro skirt. The skirt however, is a completely different story. The flimsy micro skirt hung right above your butt and fell just below your pussy. If your were to move quickly at all, or god forbid, bend over. You'd basically be flashing your entire ass and pussy, letting everyone see your embarrassing bush. Speaking of which, your happy trail was actually visible between the skirt and crop top, but that seemed comparably less concerning than... than this.

Suddenly, a loud knock came from the door.

"Yo, Kathy, you okay in there?" You heard Cassie say from outside the door.

"J-just fine!" You lied.

Alright, you can do this. It's just for today, and if you play it safe, you can make it out of here with all of your clothes intact. Sucking up your nervousness, you tried to put on a casual face and walked out of the changing room's door. Cassie was there to meet you, holding some food and drinks in her hands.

"Oh, good. With your petiteness, I was almost afraid you didn't come out because something didn't fit." Cassie laughed a bit.

You blushed a bit, both from embarrassment and from how hot Cassie is. She noticed how petite you were?

"Here," she handed you the food and drinks, filling both of your arms with them. "Could you take these to table eight? Thanks!"

Cassie casually walked away, not even waiting for a response... God, her ass is choice. Quickly snapping out of your libido and remembering the situation you're in, you realized how hard this is going to be. Both your hands are occupied with food and drinks, so you have no way of covering your crotch if something happens. Still though, you slowly made your way towards the door of the kitchen and into the main part of the restaurant.

Here's hoping nothing goes wrong...