She finishes the shift naked

"Janet please..." Mackenzie implored, hands covering her boobs. "Just let me get my things and leave. I'll pay for the uniform and spilled drinks. Hell, you can keep my tips! I just want to go home."

Janet eyed Mackenzie, as if weighing the decision carefully in her mind. But truthfully, she was having the time of her life watching an exposed Mackenzie squirm like this. There was no way she was stopping the fun now.

As if to exacerbate the pitiful state of Mackenzie's wardrobe, the waistband of what had once been her skirt finally snapped completely. It, along with the lone stocking tied to it, slid down slender legs and pooled around Mackenzie's feet, leaving the redhead fully exposed. Mackenzie still had her collar and wrist cuffs (for all the good those did her), but other than that she wore nothing except her shoes.

"Please..." the naked woman said, now pleading with her boss. "Just let me go home..."

Janet slowly crouched down and grabbed the ruined piece of uniform. She plucked it up, rose, and gave Mackenzie a stern look. "You can leave," she whispered, only inches away from Mackenzie, "when I say you can leave. Now get back to work." With that, the demanding woman turned and strode away.

Mackenzie stood in place for a few long moments, trying to will herself to just walk out of the restaurant. But she had no doubt her bitch of a boss would follow through on her threat about withholding her belongings. If Mackenzie walked out now, she'd be walking the five miles home in the dark. While naked. Plus, she'd be locked out of her house when she finally did arrive. That was simply not an option. No matter what happened, Mackenzie would simply have to finish her shift. Then she could get the hell out of this place and never come back. And so, with no small amount of ****, Mackenzie headed back out to the kitchen where several orders were already waiting for her.

The naked woman picked up the first tray of food and walked out into the dining area, wearing little more than a blush. Now all pretense was gone. It didn't take long for the diners to realize that the lone remaining waitress was now serving tables naked! This new development only served to embolden the customers, however. Now Mackenzie found herself getting rubbed and groped at every single table. As she would drop off the food, eager hands would fondle her breasts and squeeze her ass. As she brought refills for the patrons, adventurous fingers would caress her body, some even daring to forcefully pinch her nipples. And even when just quickly dropping off the check, Mackenzie found herself getting smacks on her ass. And worst of all, Mackenzie knew there was nothing she could do about it. Complaining to Janet would do nothing, and Mackenzie had long since given up on futilely telling the customers not to touch her.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, the evening passed for Mackenzie. Eventually the number of tables she had to serve dwindled down to seven, and then three, and finally down to just one. Her very last customer of the night was Stu, of course. He had stayed at his table for the entirety of Mackenzie's shift, and he seemed like he considered his time well spent. As Mackenzie came by to finally pick up the check, she noticed he had left it sitting next to him instead of on the table. Mackenzie sighed, knowing what was coming next. As she leaned over the man to grab the check, his hand predictably grabbed a handful of breast and gave it a good squeeze. But less predictably, his other hand slid over and inserted its fingers into Mackenzie's pussy! The naked redhead gasped and backed away, furious at the man in front of her. Stu cackled as if he'd just heard the funniest joke of his life.

Mackenzie stormed off to process his payment, giving Stu the glorious sight of her ass for the thirtieth time that night. She threw his receipt back at him and watched him, slowly, sign it, get up, and exit the restaurant, giving Mackenzie a wink on the way out. She picked up the receipt and saw he had tipped 69 cents. On a $463 bill. Over the last couple hours of her shift it seemed that her customers had gotten suspiciously stingy. (Mackenzie had no idea that Janet had told each table that they should feel free to tip as little as they wanted for their naked waitress.) Mackenzie sighed, taking comfort in the fact that the earlier half of her night had seen her net over $500 in tips (unaware that Janet had given almost all of that money to Olivia and Kara), and given Janet's offer of doubling the tips, she'd be bringing home around $1,100 (also unaware that her true tip earnings for the night capped out at $37)!

With all the customers gone, Mackenzie made her way to Janet's office, eager to finally get dressed. She closed the office door behind her, at Janet's insistence.

"Well I'd say that experiment was a tremendous success!" Janet said, genuinely cheerfully. "Business was booming thanks to the new uniforms."

You mean the LACK of uniform you fucking bitch! Mackenzie thought, but held her tongue. The last thing she needed was to piss off Janet right now. "Uh huh," was all the redhead said, fuming inside. "I finished my shift. Can I have my clothes back now?"

"Ah ah ah!" Janet said, wagging her finger. "Return the uniform first, then you can have your clothes back."

Mackenzie scoffed and had to hold back another biting remark towards her soon to be ex-boss. She unbuttoned the two wrist cuffs and collar, the only three parts of the uniform that survived, and tossed them onto Janet's desk. Mackenzie gave Janet an expectant look.