(chapter originally by Phantom Pen on writing.com)
"I'm a man of my word." the man said, tossing the apron to Minako. "Now put that on and get to work. There's a pen and notepad in the front pouch, your first order is the corner booth across the dance floor."
Minako glowered as the man spoke. Of course he'd tell her to go clear across the club like this. Tying the apron around herself, Minako slid out of the booth and stood up, blushing as she saw the full use of her attire. The apron went about a quarter of the way down her thighs, showing off an incredible amount of leg, and the top stopped mere centimeters above her nipples, displaying a ridiculous amount of cleavage. From the front it looked as if Minako was simply dressed in an incredibly skimpy outfit. As soon as one could see her sides or backside, however, it was plainly obvious that the apron was all she had.
This was going to be a long night. Minako stepped away from her hiding place, readying herself for crossing the dance floor to her first table. A swift slap to her bare posterior elicited a startled yelp from the nervous girl, whipping around to see the perverted smile of the employee.
"Remember to smile!" the man sarcastically said. "You'll be making plenty of our customers do the same!"
Biting back a venomous retort, Minako turned back around and made her way across the club. It turned out that the employee's perverted action had just been the beginning, as Minako felt her shapely backside assaulted as she tried to work her way through the dancers. A series of slaps, pinches, and even a few bold grabs had Minako's face redder than it had ever been by the time she crossed the dance floor. Her first group of the night was finally in sight, and Minako's heart sank as she saw the group was made up of-
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