Spilt Drinks

Stepping out into the main part of the restaurant, you immediately stop dead in your tracks. Is it just you, or has this place gotten busier since you came in? The restaurant is absolutely filled with people, now. Servers rush around the busy restaurant, constantly flashing the bottom of their... well, bottoms. You can tell this is the type of joint where no one would bat an eye if someone were to grab your butt, so you decide the best course of action right now would be to just zone out and focus on making it to table eight.

Swallowing your fears, you decide to press on and enter the crowded area. Instantly, the men attending the restaurant seem to notice you. Well, of course they do, you're the flattest and shortest one in the place. You stick out like a sore thumb. Just from walking, you can already feel the back of your skirt flashing the bottom of your butt a bit, but you try to ignore it. Remember, just focus on making it to table eight. You don't need to pay attention to anything else right now, just table eigh–

WHAM!

It seems that while you were trying to hurry to table eight, you accidentally ran face-first into one of the other servers, knocking the both of you over. Landing on your back and hitting your head on the floor, you slowly start to realize what just happened. Rubbing the back of your head, you wince and pull your hand away. That's definitely going to leave a bump. Just then though, a male voice yelled from somewhere in the restaurant.

"Oh my god, she's naked!"

Just then, you immediately disregarded the possible head injury and look down at your body. It's just as you feared. Not only has your skirt flipped up, completely exposing your hairy pussy. But the drinks you were holding have spilt onto your thin, white shirt. Effectively making the entire shirt see-through, exposing your flat chest and hardened nipples.

"Holy shit."

"Look at that bush!"

"Is she getting off on this?"

Snapping back to reality, you quickly slap a hand over your exposed chest and tug the front of your micro skirt down. As well as the customers, you hear some of the other servers comment on your mishap.

"She really wants attention that badly?"

"Why would she want to show off a body like that?"

"What a slut."

Standing up, you try to keep your balance white also covering your chest. You're really thankful there are more shirts in the back. Otherwise, you'd practically have to be–

"Kathy!"

You quickly turn around to face the bellowing voice behind you, no doubt flashing your gawking audience in the process. As you see who's making his way towards you, you internally damn yourself for consistently being so clumsy and the absolute worst times. That's right, it's the manager.

"Kathy! What was all of that just now?!" Your manager yelled in your face. "How could you be so clumsy?!"

"S-sir, I can explain!" You whimpered.

"I mean, spilling drinks is one thing! But flashing my customers?! Ruining your own uniform?!"

"I–I–I–" You struggled to come up with a response.

Just then, though, the manager grabbed your spare arm and dragged you to the kitchen. Now in the kitchen, the manager continues to yell at you, berating you for the scene you caused. However, between his more standard beratings, he said something that caught your attention.

"–Alright, then. Hand over the shirt."

"Huh?" You questioned.

"Hand over the shirt. I can't have you serving customers in a ruined uniform."

You look around the kitchen, seeing several servers, cooks, and even Cassie looking over at you two.

"R-right here?" You questioned.

"Yes, Ms. Kathy. Right here."

Trembling a bit, your hands slowly start to move. What are you doing? Grasping the bottom of your shirt, you slowly started to lift the wet material. Stop it, you can't do something like this here. It's one thing to wear a skirt commando, but you absolutely couldn't handle being completely topless. Inch by Inch, you slowly peel the shirt off of your pathetic chest and over your head, handing it to the manager and promptly covering your nipples. Why can't you have more of a back bone...

"There. Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" The manager said with a smirk.

Solemnly nodding, you slowly turn around and walk towards the dressing room.

"And where do you think you're going, Ms. Kathy?" The manager questioned.

"Um... To get a new shirt?"

"Kathy, I don't think you get what I was saying." Said the manager. "You will be completing the rest of your hours... completely topless."

You stared at the manager, dumbfounded. He can't be serious, right? He wants you to go a whole day... without a shirt on?!

"You can't be serious!" You yelled.