Panic, say it was for tips

"Huh? M-my shirt? Oh, that! well, I uh.... y'know since we're closing up shop next week anyway, I figured I'd try to get some extra tips before we're out on the street, y'know?"

"...oh damn, haha, well okay good plan I guess, build up a nest egg! Smart!" Greg was a pretty man, but gosh he was kinda stupid...

Before Jessica could respond, a mousey voice cried out.

"Jessica!" Ellie peeped. The meek girl stared at Jessica's shirtless chest, now clad in only a black, admittedly pretty sexy bra, "w-w-what are you-"

Jessica didn't want Ellie to get any louder and quickly interrupted, "Gettin more tips, Elz, watch."

Jessica put on her game face. She was in the shit now it seemed. She did her best to look confident and sauntered over to another one of her tables, a father and his teenage son. The two stared at the black-bra'd brunette in disbelief.

"How's everything going here, boys?"

"G-GREAT!" The boy piped up before his father could even say anything, "I-in fact, me n pop were thinking about ordering desert, right, pop?"

"Y-yeah! heh, um, could we get some desert menus please?"

"Sure thing" Jessica said with a wink. She served the two gentlemen for a hot minute and eventually they left, and Jessica was 100$ richer.

She leaned on the counter next to Ellie who was staring in disbelief, and made a show of shoving the new hundred into her bra, "See? show a little skin, get a Biiiiig tip, heh." She bragged, a little big for her britches.

"I-i-i can't believe that worked!" Ellie said, befuddled.

Just then, two prissy-looking wine-moms walked in. New customers? that's rare...