No escape for now!

Lauren could not believe her idiocy. Could she really have been so foolish? To show up at work, no padded bra, no shaping panties, no heels and makeup. Just wearing this silly school girl outfit, in front of a full restaurant and all her coworkers?

The crowded restaurant, finally getting over their shock, went from completely silence to a blur of noise. Laughter, whispers, open jeering, all directed at Lauren and her strange outfit. Lauren, finally coming to her senses, crossed her arms nervously over her body. She turned to rush back out the back door and leave, but her boss was there.

"Lauren, I need you to get a drink order for table seven." The owner demanded, in her cold serious tone, though she was looking at Lauren with a raised eyebrow.

"Uh... I've got to go home first..." Lauren stammered, inching towards the door as she pulled down on her dangerously short skirt.

"Lauren, this is a Saturday morning. We don't have time for you to go do you makeup, or whatever you need." Her boss said dismissively. "Now, get to work."

Lauren could see it was hopeless. Mary the owner was famously stubborn. There was no arguing with her. So, heart racing with nerves, Lauren picked up a ticket book and headed to the table...