Our new uniforms reveal way too much, how am I supposed to serve tables with everything hanging out? I was self-conscious of my rounder curves, but one customer in particular seemed to like them. When he crossed the line, reaching out to touch, I froze. "Let me make you feel good," he whispered. Electricity rushed through me - would I? Could I? I was about to find out. (Short story - 5,000 words) Warning: Adult Content
"Sex sells," he'd chime. What about food? What the heck? We're a restaurant, not a brothel.
Fear of losing our loyal regulars had our manager pushing the owner to shake things up and try the something sexier. Our tired referee uniforms, black slacks with striped shirts spoke of the sports bar I worked at, but had little sex appeal. When our new cheerleading uniforms
came in, I groaned. They'd look great on most of the staff, but my fuller figure wasn't made for skirts this short.
My panties gripped the edges of my ass, and were my only fall back plan. There wasn't enough material to hide things when I bent to serve, but that's the look the manger was going for. With the lucrative Super Bowl coming up, he wanted to guarantee our patrons would be partying here, all night long.
Bending to slide on my shoes, I was reminded how short my skirt was once again, as my nearly bare bottom was exposed. My rounded, soft thighs were usually hidden under black slacks, but there was no hiding them now. Groaning, I finished tying my laces, and then grabbed my jacket, heading out the door. I wondered what the other girls thought about our new outfits. Today was going to be interesting. It was our first day in our new work garb.
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Published January 20, 2013
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.