More Rowdy Antics

I see other groups enter, though none are assigned to me. To be fair, each waitress only has a table or two each, and I have the largest table of them all. After checking on how their food is progressing, I bring them their beverages and see if they have any questions.

I lean over the table far more than strictly necessary, which gives many of them a good view of my generous breasts, while those nearby get a solid view of my rear. I giggle, as the same guy as before rubs his hand along the inside of my legs, running it up to the crotch and caressing my upper thigh. His other hand deftly pulls my short shorts down, revealing my ass from under the tight cloth. It's clearly red, and I swiftly feel him rub his hand against my ass once more, before slapping it again. I smile his way, resisting the urge to moan, before saying, "I take it you're happy to see me?"

He smiles a toothy grin back my way, before smacking my ass even harder than before. One of them casually grasps my beast through the tight fabric of the top, before pulling it down and bringing my breast free of its embrace. I moan softly then, as my smile broadens. I feel the hand slap on my ass again, hard enough to hurt this time, but I keep the discomfort hidden as I say, "That’s the way! Hit it like that!" I wiggle my rear end at them and quickly feel him slap my ass hard again, joined in by another, as the man on my other side joins in. I felt the pair start taking turns slapping my rear. I gasped louder than I would have expected as a pair of grasping hands started to squeeze my exposed nipples tightly.

I laughed along with them, even as I watched for their food to finish being made. As I glance in the direction of the kitchen, I suddenly feel my short shorts being pulled down. I gasp and try to make a grab for them, but before I can act they have been pulled off and seem to disappear.

They all chuckle, and one in the back points at my waist. "Look like someone's not wearing any panties!", which is soon declared by another calling out 'Like the shaved look!". I try to look indignant at their behavior and place my arms at my sides. It lasts maybe a moment before I find myself laughing alongside them.

I thought of asking for them back but decided against it. They will simply deny having them, and the resulting ruckus would likely just draw more attention my way. Instead, I bite my lower lip and giggle softly, as a hand casually grabs at my shave mound.

I gasp aloud then, and as I give the culprit an amused look, I feel my top, which had already been pulled out of place, getting yanked on. I hardly have a moment to act, before my top has been swiftly pulled down to my feet.

Just as I start to respond to this little surprise, I notice their food starting to arrive for pickup. I could try to get my uniform back, or I could grab their food, which would necessitate walking there and back completely naked.