"...clean the tables."

With her hands still clamped over her exposed pussy, Amy looked around the cafeteria at the many tables spread around the room. She instantly regretted it as it served to remind her just how many people were staring at her.

"All of them?" she asked.

"Yeah. It should only take..." the man looked appraisingly around the room. "Maybe half an hour, I think."

"You want me to clean tables naked for a full half hour?"

"No. I want you to come in fully dressed and pay for your food like everyone else. What I'm offering you is a fair compromise. Half an hour of minimum wage would cover the cost of your breakfast, so that seems fair to me."

Amy's stomach growled, reminding her that there wasn't much of a choice here. "Fine. I accept."

"Okay then. Wait right here."

The man retreated behind the counter and into a back room, leaving Amy alone and naked with a room of her fellow students. He returned a few moments later carrying a red plastic bucket filled with soapy water and a sponge. She uncovered herself to take these from him, then quickly clamped the sponge down onto her exposed crotch as cover.

"Okay then," he said. "Just make your way around the room and wipe down any empty tables. Any unattended trays get emptied into the trash and the tray left to the side of the trashcan."

With that, he returned behind the counter and began tending to the breakfast. Amy looked around the room and wondered where to start.

"Hey! This one first!"

Amy turned to the voice to see a table with one end set against the wall. Four girls were sitting at it, with one of the ones facing Amy pointing at the table in front of her. As Amy made her way over to them, she realised how heavy the water bucket was getting. She was **** to rest it on the floor. The surface of the table was relatively clean, but covered in a few crumbs. Crouching down, Amy moved her sponge into the bucket, soaked up some water and then stood up. With one hand covering her crotch, she used the other to push the sponge around the table.

The first thing she noticed was that without any hands or clothing to restrain them, the act of moving the sponge back and forth caused her breasts to jump around a little wildly. One of the girls joked "Calm your tits!", which got a burst of laughter. The second thing she noticed was that from where she stood she could only reach the nearest half of the table; the half near the wall was just out of reach.

"Can I... get through?" she asked one of the girls.

"Sorry. I'm pretty comfortable here. Guess you'll have to stretch across."

Seeing there was no other option, Amy rested her entire front against the table so that she was partially lying down on it, but with her feet still on the ground. She felt as though she was displaying her rear end to the entire room - which, unsurprisingly, she was. In this position, however, she was able to reach the far end of the table. Once it was cleaned, she stood up once more.

The joker from before said "Hey, it's a wet t-shirt competition - but without the t-shirt!"

Amy looked down, and realised that laying against the wet table had, indeed, left her breasts and stomach very, very wet so that they seemed to glisten in the light. There were even a few soap suds clinging to her. Groaning with embarrassment, she bent over, displaying her ass to the room once again, and retrieved her bucket.

The pattern continued around the room; the frantic breast jiggle as she stood and cleaned, the immovable students, the constant bending and stretching to reach the far end of the tables, and the soaking of her bare skin. The only time she stopped were the brief occasions where she had to drop a tray off at the trash. By the end of half an hour she was so wet and soapy that it looked like she'd had a shower but hadn't bothered to wash her back.

Exhausted and sodden, she returned the bucket behind the counter.