you hope for help

You hold the shredded material of your cummy sundress together as you walk back around the counter to see what the two of them have up their sleeves.

"Larry says I should get you one of our uniforms to wear. Come with me." You follow Shannon to the back room.

"Except he says you like to show off. So I should wedge you into the smallest one possible," she says turning to the uniform stack, but not before you catch a little smirk from the strawberry-blonde.

The dutiful young lady finds both a black polo shirt and a khaki pair of shorts in size XS. She holds the shorts open for you. You step into the little pants. Shannon pulls them up your curvy legs from her kneeling position. At mid-thigh, she darts her tongue inside your wet slit once more before the shorts are tugged into place.

It is a struggle to get the cotton over the rich swell of your hips, but between your writhing and Shannon's tugging, you succeed. You survey the situation.There is no leg to the shorts. As a matter of fact, your full moons are oozing out the bottoms of the teeny shorts, the double-stitched seam bisecting both your glutes and your pussylips.

Next, she helps you pull the shirt over your head. Six inches of belly show between the shirt and the shorts' snap. Shannon viciously yanks the seam of each sleeve, removing the bits of material. Then, she rips at your shirt bodice, again. This time, though, she stops a few inches into your cleavage. She goes behind you and knots the material at the small of your back, pushing your titties up and out.

"Okay, I guess we're done." Shannon smacks your tautly covered cheek for emphasis as she heads you for the counter.

"Wait a second, where do you think you're going?" asks the girl. "You are to work with us the rest of the night in reparation for the uniform."

You look at her, then Larry, disbelieving. Neither looks like they are kidding.

"Oh, and here, Larry says you can deliver the orders in these." Shannon holds up a pair of Larry's black roller skate boots.