Yep. Into the café, and onto the internet.

Jack patted Aisha on the head condescendingly. "Okay, sweetheart. You did good and you're finally all prepped to work, so get out there and be sure to earn lots of tips, okay? Brittany, you can head out too."

Brittany gave Jack a wink, and the bubbly blonde almost skipped out of the office - a twitch of her hip flipped her miniskirt up enough to make it plain she wasn't wearing panties anymore, and Jack admired the sight as she left.

Aisha flushed again at the degrading way she was being addressed and at the humiliating shift ahead of her, but the relief on her face at being released from the office was still palpable. She quickly stood up and tugged her shirt back down to cover her enormous tits again. Then, after a stern look from Miranda, she sighed and folded the lower half of her shirt up so that the bottom half of her breasts were exposed again.

Miranda spoke up after Brittany had left. Aisha was halfway out the door, but paused to hear what was being said. "Jack, may I have that lovely recording you made? I think I'd like to set up a social media page for the café, and that would be absolutely perfect for our first post."

Ignoring the look of absolute horror on Aisha's face as she looked back over her shoulder at this news, Jack replied warmly "That's an excellent idea, Miranda. You should be sure to tag the girls' families in the comments - I'm certain they'll be proud to see their girls thriving at work like this." He handed the camera over to Miranda happily - it really was wonderful how readily she had picked up on the spirit of what he was doing here.

"Oh, how thoughtful of you, Jack! Yes, I'll be sure to do that," Miranda said.

Aisha buried her face in her hands and let out a moan of total humiliation before walking back out into the café bottomless. Her newly hairless, freshly devirginized, reddened, slightly gaping and still sopping wet pussy was fully on display and ready to be stuffed full of tips over the course of her shift. There was no way that she'd expected she'd be working in nothing but half a tshirt and her now-disheveled headscarf when she'd chosen her modest attire this morning, but Jack thought that just made it even better.

Jack eyed the clothes the girls had left behind thoughtfully, then leaned in towards Miranda conspiratorially. "You know, it certainly seemed like some of the girls were a little too shy to really be thriving as they should with the new tipping policy. Of course, they'll get over that in time, but I think you could help them along by 'accidentally' throwing out Angela and Aisha's pants. Having to head home bottomless should help them get over their unreasonable level of shyness."

Miranda shook her head admiringly. "This is why everyone knows you're the expert, Jack! Such creativity and attention to detail - to say nothing of your thoughtfulness - really does inspire me. I'll take care of that at my earliest opportunity. I know that Aisha at least takes public transit to and from work, so she should certainly get plenty of opportunity to get over her shyness that way. Why, if she's not careful she may even get herself another fucking out of it!"

Miranda laughed lightly at the thought, her cheeks a little flushed. She was clearly amused, and almost certainly a little aroused, at the idea of Aisha getting **** on the bus by a stranger because Miranda had sent her home bottomless. Jack laughed with her, enjoying the idea just as much as her.

Jack then paused, suddenly thoughtful. He hadn't really tested out the new rules for **** yet, had he? Aisha didn't really count, he was just helping her out for work after all. As long as he was using the café as his initial testing ground, maybe he should take the time to cover that ground here too.