Go back to your own work.

You've teased them enough. It's time to get back to work. And by work, you mean doing idle jobs while enjoying the sensation of being the center of attention by customers that go by. Time passes, and you stock some shelves. It isn't too eventful. Suddenly, however, a sweet young woman approaches you with a query, so you turn to attention. Your eyes shift down, however, as she's rather short for her age.

"Excuse me, ma'am," she says.

"Yes? What can I do for you?"

"Wow you're actually very pretty," she says. "Sorry. I actually just need help with something. I can't quite reach the water."

You chuckle. "Thank you, and that's no problem. I'll get it."

On the second to top shelf there's a series of huge water jugs. It isn't something that really should be put up that high, but you're not the boss. Fortunately, it isn't so high that you'll need a stool, so you reach your arms up to grab one.

After fidgeting with it for a moment, something terrible happens. You're not sure how, but the jug completely fractures, causing a rush of water to come down from the shelf onto your body. It wets some of your hair, but it mostly soaks the front of your torso and pants. It causes you to yelp in surprise at first, and at how chilly it feels, but you jump back and regain your composure as the rest of the contents dribble into the puddle on the floor.

"Oh good heavens! Are you okay?" the girl asks in panic.

You look to her and sigh. "Yeah. Just a little wet, but fine."

Not only is your top still partially unbuttoned from earlier, but now the thin, white fabric is drenched. It clings like a second layer of skin to the front of your body, and it leaves almost nothing to the imagination. Your nipples are clearly visible through it, as well as the rest of your skin. Droplets of water roll down your neck, and down the exposed cleavage of your chest. The entire image causes the woman to stand speechless for a few moments.

"You're... wow," she mutters.

You look over yourself, and try to wipe away the water. Of course, it doesn't work, and just causes your chest to jiggle. "Damn. I'm going to need at towel."

As you speak, an elderly gentleman comes up behind the woman with his walker. He looks to you with wide eyes, and grabs his chest. "Oh good god. This old heart can't take something like this." His eyes stare intently, and his face flushes with colour.

You'd think you would be more embarrassed, but it's actually kind of fun. That being said, you really should get yourself dried up. It's one thing to show off, but you're not quite at the level of wanting to show everything. You excuse yourself and hustle off. Thankfully, only a couple people get a brief glimpse of your transparent top, and you make your way to the staff bathroom. There you find a similar white shirt in a pile of others, and while it definitely belongs to someone else, you've never seen it budge. It won't be missed. It's kind of gross to throw some random piece of clothing on, but you don't have that much time left on your shift anyway. It's better than being fired for showing your tips to every customer in the store.