Mackenzie serves tables with her barely functioning uniform

For the next hour, Mackenzie served tables in her ridiculously skimpy outfit, much to her continued embarrassment. It seemed like every time she leaned forward or had her hands full, Mackenzie's top would pop open and reveal her lovely round breasts to everyone nearby. The stocking covering her pussy lasted longer, but eventually came untied and exposed Mackenzie's pussy. Unable to tie it back together properly, Mackenzie was **** to simply tuck it back into the waistband on her hips. So, naturally, the stocking began falling out more and more often. By the end of the hour, it wasn't uncommon to see an embarrassed Mackenzie carrying a tray of food with her boobs and womanhood on full display for all to see. She'd place the tray down and feebly refasten her clothes, knowing they'd pop loose in just another minute or so.

On top of that, it seemed somehow the memo had gotten around to customers that Mackenzie was free for the groping. A substantial number of people would fearlessly grab at Mackenzie's exposed ass while she was taking orders, much to her chagrin. And the even braver patrons looked for opportunities to fondle Mackenzie's breasts while she passed out entrees. Any time the underdressed waitress complained to Janet, her boss simply waved her concerns away.

"Well what do you expect?" she'd say, "You're dressed like a stripper, it's only natural they'd treat you like one."

Olivia and Kara tried to help when they could, but Janet was clearly saddling Mackenzie with more customers than the other two waitresses. The redhead was stuck running around taking orders, delivering food, and handing out checks seemingly non-stop. As a result, the restaurant was packed to the brim and had already resulted in an hour long wait to be seated. Word of the new uniform had certainly made the rounds, because instead of families most of the patrons seemed to be groups of guys. Any groups of women who came had Olivia or Kara as their waitresses.

With more than two hours left in her shift, Mackenzie didn't even know if she'd be able to make it until the end of the night. She pulled her stocking back into her waistband for the hundredth time before gathering up the empty plates from one of her tables. This sent her breasts exploding out of her flimsy top once again, much to the delight of the diners at that table. One of the men even managed to snap a quick picture of the lovely sight. With her hands full, Mackenzie hurried back to the kitchen so she could refasten her top once again, bare breasts bouncing all the way.

At least I'm making a killing in tips tonight. Mackenzie thought to herself, beyond ready to quit this job and never come back.