No Idea, but she's got to work

Lauren blushed red. She wrapped an arm over her bare stomach, the other over her corset covered chest. What the hell was going on? When did she put this on? As the rest of the restaurant laughed, Lauren's coworker Danielle approached her.

"What's with the outfit Lauren?" She smirked. "**** for tips?"

Lauren felt even more exposed next to her fully clothed and covered coworker. It didn't help that her and Danielle were bitter rivals.

"Danielle, help me!" Lauren whispered. "I need something to wear!"

"You think I bring a wardrobe to work?" Danielle shrugged. "You're the one who decided to work in goth stripper gear!"

Lauren's kneecaps rattled together as she looked around wildly. How could she get out of this? Then, the hostess, the owner and her boss Jane approached.

"Table five needs a drink order." She said. She raised an eyebrow at Lauren's outfit, but didn't mention it.

"I... I've got to go home...." Lauren said, more meekly then she ever intended. "I have to change."

"Lauren, you're on the clock, and we're in the middle of a rush." Her boss said plainly. "If you leave you're fired."

Lauren considered. She had 100 dollars in the bank. If she was fired, she wouldn't be able to pay rent. Then what? Out on the street? Moving back in with her tyrant mother? There was no way she'd do that! But that meant working her shift... in this embarrassing outfit? She had ****.

"O... okay." She said meekly. Jane stepped away, though she watched to make sure Lauren did as she was told. With pained **** Lauren hobbled forward...