Struggles of busty waitresses.

Cheyenne had been a waitress for most of her life, and she wa quite good at it. She averaged 2/300 dollars a night between where she worked and her looks. Recently there had Been some worrying talk about new uniforms from the managers but she figured whatever they pick couldn’t be THAT BAD. Today was like any other day for her at work until the Ms. K gathered everyone together to hand out our uniforms.

She had a reputation for being a hard ass and never bending the rules, but you could tell she was giddy she was to show me these. Cutting the box open everyone’s faces dropped when they saw what we were meant to *wear.* after handing them out while the girls compared themselves to the tiny clothing she announced

“From this moment forward all waitresses are required to wear these at all times.” Hearing this she looked at the uniform positive she’s the last person meant to wear something so flimsy looking. Changing into it confirmed her suspensions. Frankly she was shocked she had fit into it at all.

It wasn’t too dissimilar to an average French maid outfit, but smaller and much more fussy.. it took only minutes for cheyenne to identify all its flaws. The skirts material and design caused it to billow out and stay in an upward position by default. This meant the minuscule skirt would need constant attention to prevent exposure. The top like the bottom left very little to the imagination forcing her breasts together and making them look even bigger while leaving next to no real cover if she wasn’t always watching.