More Guests For Me

I'm quickly assigned another group, though this time it's college students going on a double date. One of the ladies is a blonde, wearing a black low-cut mini dress, while the other woman is a sandy-brunette and is wearing a tight black mini skirt and a boob tube. Both of the guys are also quite attractive, dressed in jeans and short-sleeved tops.

I led them over to their table, placing them near to the bathrooms, and as they sit down, I asked if they want to place any drink orders. Both the guys want a Coke to drink, while both the gals want water. As I turn to leave, one of the gals says, "Wait". before standing up. I pause, and turn, smiling her way and inquire, "Yes, how can I help?".

She smiled wildly, looking at me for a moment, before she replied, "No, but I can help you, as you're simply not showing enough skin!"

After a moment of silence, I started to reply, "But this is my uniform ...", stopping as she reached up, and grabs at my top, pulling it up and off my shoulders, before taking it off me completely, holding it under one arm. As she held it there, leaning forward and saying, "There, much better, don't you think?"

I giggle, aware of how exposed I was, not willing to argue with a guest, and choosing instead to say, "You know, you’re right. Thank you." her smile grows as I say it, before reaching her hands around the waist of my shorts, pulling the hem down, folding it upon itself several times until the top of my clit, along with a handsome amount of my ass, is exposed. She looks up from her work, and our eyes meet, and she flashes me a grin before saying, "There, much better. You'll thank me later, I'm sure."

I smile their way, saying nothing, and get their drinks, and when I arrive, one of the guys inquires, "Hey, are you the same server we had before... You look totally different!" They laugh at the comment, and one of the girls smuggling, retorts, "That’s because Ashley made some alterations to her outfit." After some chuckles, she states, "Actually, I don't mind making some 'alterations of my own.'"

"Knock yourself out", Ashley says, amused, leaning back and watching intently. Her friend gets up confidentially, and as she makes her way to me, I wonder what she has in mind.