The shift ends

Hours later, the shift from hell was finally over. When the last closing tasks were complete, Serena went to the bathroom to see how her clothes were drying. She was disappointed but not surprised that her uniform disappeared during her ten hour shift (her male coworker actually had been in charge of cleaning the bathrooms. He took her clothes and threw them in the dumpster outside.) The stickers on her nipples had slid off hours earlier from the sweat. She took off the hairnet she was wearing over her pussy and threw it in the bathroom trash, as it had now outlived its usefulness and frankly just felt more embarrassing to wear than to have nothing at all.

She didn't even bother covering herself as she walked out of the restaurant and toward her car; she was too exhausted at this point for shame. She saw that her car was still there, and she didn't know whether to be grateful, insulted, or ungrateful that it hadn't been stolen. It was a hard start, but she managed to get the engine to turn on on her second try. She needed to stop and get cash though if she wanted to do her laundry, which unfortunately was non-negotiable now.

She went to her favorite gas station just down two blocks from her apartment building, but there was just one problem: there was a sign on the front that read "No shoes, no shirt, no service". Thankfully Serena hadn't lost her shoes, but her shirt on the other hand would be a huge problem. She looked around her car for something she could use, but all there was was trash. She found one plastic bag that wasn't too dirty and she got an idea: she ripped a hole in the bottom of the bag wide enough for her torso and then put the plastic bag on like a tank top. It actually was quite modest as you couldn't see her breasts or areolas through the dark grey bag lining. She had nothing she could use as bottoms, but the sign didn't technically say anything about wearing pants. She boldly stepped out of her vehicle and made her way inside.

The female gas station clerk saw her and instantly reacted. "Uh uh. Nope! You can't be in here dressed like that!"

"Why not? I'm wearing a shirt AND shoes!" Serena retorted.

"1) That isn't a shirt. And 2) I can literally see your bare ass and bush hanging out. The 'pants' part is kind of implied."

"Look, I'm having a really rough day. I know that this isn't the dress code, but I lost all of my clothes at work and I need cash to do laundry. Literally everyone saw me like this at work today minus the plastic bag and if I don't do my laundry, they're going to see me like this again tomorrow. So could you please just let me buy a beer, a pack of cigarettes, and get some cash back so I can be on my way? I'm technically following the rules posted on the sign."

"... Alright. But in and out, and no funny business. And I still need to see ID. You're lucky I don't call the cops."

"Thank you." Serena wasted no time grabbing her favorite 40 oz and making her way back to the register. "I need of the cheapest pack of red shorts that you've got. Thank you, again."

"Yeah, yeah. Is it really true? You lost all your clothes at work?" The cashier bent down to grab an off-brand pack.

"Believe me, I wish it wasn't."

"Look, uh, do you have anyone to call? To let them know you got home safe?" The cashier asked as she started scanning and bagging Serena's items.

"My room mates, I guess."

"That's it? No friends? No family?"

"No, I don't."

"Alright, look. I don't know if I believe you about losing all of your clothes on accident, but even if you're lying, it's dangerous out here to walk around dressed like that, not to mention illegal. I'm gonna give you my number, and I want you to call me or text me to let me know you made it home safe or if you get into any trouble. My name is Ruby by the way"

"My name is Serena! Wow! Thank you so much! That's the nicest thing anybody has done for me in a long time."

"Alright, alright. Now get out of here before the cops come."

Serena did as she was told and walked back to her car. Once she was back in the safety of her car, she tore the plastic bag off. It was making her nipples uncomfortably hard, and the last thing she needed right now was to be horny. She started the car back up, a little easier this time, and drove back to her apartment.

When she was as sure as she could be that the coast was clear, she made a mad dash for her apartment, using her purse to cover her breasts and her hands to cover her pussy. When she walked through her apartment door, the first thing she saw was Ashley, one of her roommates, watching TV in the living room.

"Whoa! Serena! Why are you naked?"

"It's a long story, but basically some asshole customer destroyed my uniform."

"I've been telling you you need a new job."

"I wish it were that simple."

"Well... You miss 100% of the shots you don't take."

Serena walked to her room. Her laundry was all over the floor, covered in trash. She knew she desperately needed to clean her room, but that wasn't high on her priority list right now. She did at least bag up the trash, then she gathered up her clothes and shoved them into her laundry bin. Then she picked up the bin and started walking towards the front door.

"Wait, are you going to LEAVE the house like that?"

"I don't have much choice, Ash, unless you want to let me borrow something from you. Every piece of clothing I own is in this bin."

"Point taken."

"Besides, I'm just going downstairs." Serena finally got the door open.

"You're going to use the apartment laundry machine!? That thing is broken half the time!"

"I know, Ash!" Serena said as she let the door close behind her.