A sexy waitress uniform

Mackenzie began pulling the small pile of clothes out of the bag, taking stock of what she would be wearing this evening. In total, there were two black thigh-high stockings, a black skirt that seemed disturbingly short, a short black crop-top with two buttons in the front, and a set of white wrist cuffs with a matching detached collar and fake black bow tie.

This is IT? Mackenzie thought. No wonder Janet was so pleased that I agreed to wear the uniform. This would be so embarrassing to wear! ...But what choice do I have?

Resigned to her fate, Mackenzie pulled off her shirt and pants, folding them neatly and placing them on the desk. Now wearing just her bra and panties, she took off her shoes and socks before sliding the miniskirt up her slender legs. It was tight on her waist, and even shorter than Mackenzie had initially thought. Comfortably hanging from her hips, the garment only fell to an inch or two below Mackenzie's crotch!

Next she donned the crop-top, fastening the two buttons in front of her breasts. It showed off a lot of Mackenzie's generous cleavage, and didn't cover so much as an inch of her toned stomach. Glancing at herself, Mackenzie thought it looked a little ridiculous with her bright blue bra and its straps clearly visible beyond the edges of the skimpy top.

Mackenzie popped the wrist cuffs around her wrists and collar around her neck. All three fastened with metal snap buttons, staying securely in place. This outfit is outrageous! thought Mackenzie, Who would ever want to wear this?

Finally, she unfolded the stockings and began to put them on. She sat on the desk, now facing the door, and pulled her right leg up to slip into the fabric.

Suddenly, the office door burst open as Janet re-entered the office saying "Done yet?" Not ready for the sudden intrusion, Mackenzie froze in surprise, giving her boss a lovely view of her matching bright blue panties. "Oh, you're not going to be able to wear those with the uniform I'm afraid." The stern woman said pointing towards them.

Mackenzie had a moment of relief, thinking her boss had noticed how ridiculously short the skirt was on her. But that relief was short lived as Mackenzie realized the woman was pointing at her panties instead!

"What?!" Mackenzie retorted in disbelief, "You can't be serious, Janet."

"Strictly speaking, neither your panties or your bra are part of the uniform. But more importantly, Mackenzie..." she smiled devilishly as she stepped into the office, "They're just a horrible match for the outfit. Take them both off."

"You've gotta be kidding me. No way am I working commando in a skimpy outfit like this!" Mackenzie said defiantly.

"Either take off the underwear or you're fired. Those are your two options." Janet shrugged as she sat back down behind the desk. "But if it makes you feel any better, you can wear your regular shoes tonight."

Mackenzie glared at her boss a few moments longer, debating quitting on the spot, before begrudgingly unclasping her bra and sliding it out from under the top. Her freed breasts strained more heavily against the confines of the crop-top, nipples pressing into the smooth fabric. The redhead then slowly slid her panties out from under the miniskirt, already extremely aware of the feeling of cold air on her pussy. She dropped both garments on top of her shirt, pants, and socks before resuming pulling on the stockings (being careful not to give her boss or anyone else a view of her womanhood).

"I'll hang onto these in the meantime." Janet said, swiftly grabbing the pile of clothes and placing them inside the plastic bag. "You can have them back at the end of your shift when you return the uniform."

"Whatever." Mackenzie grumbled as she put her black flats back on and angrily strode out of the office.

With a smile on her face, Janet watched Mackenzie's spectacular ass in the tight miniskirt sway as she departed. As the evening manager, she hadn't minded the first two uniform ideas too much, but she had been adamantly opposed to the "sexier" uniform idea. But the two brothers that owned the restaurant were **** to shake something up. So Janet went with her backup plan: she purposefully cut the top and skirt to such ridiculously short lengths that no one would ever volunteer to wear them. However, that was before the idea of forcing Mackenzie to wear the revealing uniform had entered her mind. Once it had taken root in her mind, she knew she had to go for it.

Janet couldn't quite say what it was, but something about Mackenzie in particular always seemed to make Janet want to coerce or torment the poor girl. And being her boss, she'd had plenty of opportunities to do so. She would always be much stricter with the state of Mackenzie's uniform, pinching or poking at any imperfections (or excess fabric, generally forcing Mackenzie to keep her uniform as form-fitting as possible). She'd go out of her way to saddle Mackenzie with the more "hands-on" customers (and ignore Mackenzie's following complaints about any groping or suggestive comments). Janet wasn't proud of it, but on a few rare occasions she had been able to "accidentally" bump or trip the beautiful redhead just enough that Mackenzie would spill any food or drinks she was carrying (usually all over herself).

But none of her ploys had ever been as **** this one. Janet found herself almost giddy about the thought of Mackenzie angrily strutting around in such a sexy waitress outfit. And without any underwear even! That had been a gamble on Janet's part, but luckily it paid off big time. Heart racing, Janet **** herself to wait in her office for a few more minutes before she got up to survey the dining area, as she normally did at this time each night.