She has to

Peggy bit her lip. Damn it.

Focus on the mission. It was only temporary, she told herself. She'd do everything she needed to, then she'd be done here here in short order and she could go back to never wearing anything close to this again.

She glanced around, realised the other girls didn't particularly care about her modesty, and blushing pulled her panties down from under her skirt. She put them with the rest of her clothes, then awkwardly patted down her uniform.

Just so long as no one saw...

Service was about as humiliating as she should have expected with this uniform. The patrons, men and women alike, weren't shy about leering at her. She did her best to try and carry the drinks in front of her cleavage but that only did so much.

The worst was when patrons 'accidentally' dropped a coaster. Bright red, Peggy had to bend over to pick it up; doing so meant her positively miniscule skirt rode up, baring her ass completely to the bar.

And that was to say nothing of the people that felt like grabbing it when she walked past them. She jumped each time, squeaking, well aware she couldn't afford to react the way she really wanted to.

Stay undercover. Do her job.

Peggy flushed. Her job wasn't meant to involve such skimpy clothing!

"Hey, Peggy wasn't it?" a fellow waitress came up to her suddenly. She gestured towards a table; "Boss-man wants you."

He did? Peggy hesitated. No, there was no way he could have worked out she was undercover, and she'd done everything. Peggy nodded to show she'd heard.

Now just to cross the bar. She moved quickly, cheeks burning as the club's patrons leered at her as she passed.

This place couldn't be legal, surely?

"S-sir?" Peggy said, flushed red, as she reacehd the table.

"Ah, the new girl," he said. He looked her up and down, ogling enough to make Peggy flush deeper. "I know you just started today, but you've been getting a lot of compliments on your... skills. How would you like to move up to VIP?"

Peggy squeaked.

Oh god, she should be excited. That was a good thing, surely? It was a step up the ladder, a step towards getting into the back room.

But on the other hand... 'skills.' It didn't take a genius to work out he meant 'body,' that was all any of the patrons seemed to be interested in.

And she'd seen how the waitresses up in VIP didn't even get to wear the cleavage-bearing top she had.

Not that she had a choice. That was where she needed to go. Blushing, Peggy nodded.

"That's good," he said. "Let me just get a look at your qualifications."

"Sir?" Peggy said, hoping she was wrong. He rolled his eyes.

"Top. Off, now," he said.

Of course. She closed her eyes, tried to not whimper, and awkwardly unbuttoned her tiny top. It didn't take much for it to open, and to be discarded, her tits bared to the whole bar; and to the owner leering right in front of her.

He smiled.

"Good," he said. "You only need to worry about wearing that skirt. Now, upstairs with you!"

Red-faced, Peggy nodded. She stumbled a little in her heels, desperately trying to pat her skirt down; she was hyperaware of her lack of underwear now. She squeaked as someone cheered as she passed.

The stairs, she just had to get to the stairs-

Everyone could see her!