Try to get out of it herself

(chapter originally by williwall at writing.com)

As much as Yukari wanted someone else to help her, she resolved herself not to rely too heavily on Junpei, of all people. She gritted her teeth, resolving to get out of this herself.

As she came to table 3, she greeted the boys with a strained smile. "What do you want," she growled menacingly. The boys cringed back in fear.

"How unbecoming," sniffed Mitsuru. "Please conduct yourself appropriately, Yukari. You must bow and greet your customers like this. How may I serve you, my master?" Mitsuru said, dropping an elegant curtsy.

Not wishing to be outdone, Yukari reluctantly complied. "P-please let me serve you, my master!" Yukari strained between her teeth managing a curt bow. From behind, she heard murmurings in the table behind her. Hurriedly, she pulled the back of her skirt tightly against her. 'Did my skirt ride up?' she worried. Thankfully, nobody made any remarks.

Junpei, nearby, grinned and dropped his pencil. "Oops," he exclaimed, "Let me get that." As he bent down to pick it up, Yukari hauled him up by the ear. "Don't you dare try to look," she growled.

The rest of the evening passed without incident. Junpei was up to his usual tricks, trying to get her to reach up into the shelves, and trying to catch a glimpse of what was under her skirt. She was half afraid that he would try to flip it up, but he thankfully behaved himself.

The cafe was an overwhelming success, owing no small part to her popularity. The boys loved her, of course, and the outfit, while dangerously revealing, highlighted her long legs quite nicely. Yukari grinned to herself, satisfied. For all the trouble that she went through today, it was worth it. And who knows? Perhaps when it came time to elect the next student council president, the attention over her success would come in handy. She was better suited to the role than Mitsuru, of course.

She leaned back, hugging a tray to her chest, watching Junpei as he cleaned up around the room. 'For all of his vices,' she thought, 'he isn't such a bad guy. Especially when he tries to do something seriously.' Not that she'd ever admit that to him.

As she looked around the room, Yukari watched Junpei open a window. A pleasant spring breeze went through the room. Suddenly, she felt the gaze of everyone in the room snap towards her. The short skirt of her maid outfit, caught in the breeze, had flown up well over her waist, exposing her neatly trimmed crotch to every boy in the room. Quickly, she pressed the front of her skirt down. She pressed her eyelids down, trying to hold back burning tears from her eyes, as the sound of deafening cheering erupted around her.

Yukari screamed.