The Waitress: Day 2
by Arthur Saxon
Su Cheung stirred groggily as her nine-year-old calico tom cat, Pippin, butted his head against her ear, in a determined effort to let her know that it was high time she fed him. She swatted him away, but he evaded her flailing arm and jumped on to her chest.
“Ow!” she muttered irritably, pushing him off and turning on to her side. A squishy sensation around her pussy and buttocks caused her to stiffen in alarm, and then the horrible memories of last night’s waitressing stint came flooding back into her mind. She groaned and curled up into a foetal position, a sludgy mass of congealed vomit oozing between her labia and buttocks as she moved. She knew that there were mussels in there, too – one of them actually inside her – as well as a chunk of fish and a piece of chocolate fudge cake. But mostly it was vomit, which had come from two different people.
Pippin climbed on to her shoulder and meowed at her. “All right!” she said, throwing back the covers. The cat trotted to the edge of the bed and jumped down to the floor. Su, grimacing at the sludge squishing around in her panties, swung her legs off the edge of the bed and then stood up. Pulling on a t-shirt, she headed through to the kitchen and opened a new can of cat food. She spooned a third of it into Pippin’s bowl, and then placed the can back in the fridge while her cat eagerly tucked into his breakfast.
Su was hungry, and could not yet face dealing with the mess in her panties. It could wait. She fetched a towel, spread it over the sofa in the living room, switched on the television, then went back to the kitchen to make her breakfast. Two minutes later she was sitting down with a bowl of cereal and a cup of green tea, shuddering as vomit, fish, mussels and cake squished against her labia, clitoris and anus. Looking down between her legs, she noticed with disgust that her panties were bulging out hugely in front of her pussy. With slightly morbid curiosity, she pulled the waistband out to look inside, and immediately wished she hadn’t – the chocolate fudge cake, surrounded by vomit, had partially dissolved, and vomit had seeped up through and around it to form a ghastly yellowish-brown mush that made her feel queasy to look at it. She let the waistband snap back into place, and tried to concentrate on the television instead.
After breakfast she brushed her teeth, and then she removed her t-shirt and took a shower. The sludge in her panties began to dissolve and run down her legs, but she washed her hair first of all, before taking off her panties and rinsing them out under the shower head. Unfortunately the sludge did not all wash down the plughole as she had hoped, but merely clogged it up instead, so that Su found herself standing in an inch or so of water with bits of food and vomit floating around in it while she shaved her legs and pussy.
But at least, once she had washed herself all over and rinsed each foot before stepping out of the tub, she was now clean. It was a nice feeling! She would have to clean the bath later, but for now she needed to clean her uniform before going back to work. She got dressed, gathered together a large pile of dirty clothes, and headed out to the laundrette.
When she arrived back at her flat, she ironed her uniform, then she found a button to replace the one that Bob had pulled off yesterday. She sewed the button on securely, then put the uniform to one side – she was not required to be at work until five thirty.
She had some lunch, watched some television, and then went on the internet to look for a permanent job. A couple of new postings sounded promising, and she emailed her C.V. to the applicable addresses. She badly needed a permanent job – part-time waitressing was all very well, but it was not exactly part of her long-term career goals.
Eventually the time came for her to get ready for work. Since her uniform, which had been designed for a nine-year-old girl, was so skimpy that both her bra and panties would be showing, she chose her underwear carefully. She picked out a pair of pale blue satin panties that were rather larger than yesterday’s white pair – they were not as high-waisted as full-cut panties, but they covered most of her buttock area and had a wide gusset, which made her feel slightly less uncomfortable about wearing such a short uniform. Her bra was also satin, nicely opaque, and the same colour as her panties.
She put her uniform on and buttoned it up. Her stomach churned anxiously as she looked at herself in her full-length mirror, and caught a glimpse of her panty-clad crotch just peeking below the front of the uniform. At the back it was even worse – at least two inches of her panties were showing. Was it her imagination or had it shrunk slightly in the wash? She shuddered.
She drove to work, and entered through the employees’ entrance. Inside she was greeted by Jack, who thanked her again for taking on so much the previous evening.
“Looks like another busy evening today,” he said. “We’ve had a ton of reservations – very unusual for a weekday.”
Su nodded. “Well I’m sure we’ll cope – as long as we don’t have any more food poisoning!”
“Tell me about it,” said Jack. “Fortunately it was just a short-lived thing – I called Lindy and she’s fine today.”
“Will she be coming in?” asked Su.
“No, it’s her day off,” he said. “You’ll be working with Polly this evening.”
Su nodded. “And Terri?”
“Also off. Her husband fell off a ladder yesterday and injured his back – that’s why she had to leave early.”
“Oh no!” said Su, shocked. “Is he all right?”
“He’s in the hospital,” said Jack. “Terri says he’ll be okay, but she’s decided to stay with him today. She’ll probably be back tomorrow.”
“Well I do hope he gets better soon,” said Su. “In the meantime I’m sure Polly and I can manage between us.”
“That’s the spirit!” said Jack with a smile. “Okay, well Polly hasn’t arrived yet, but perhaps you could go out there and start putting some tables together for a party of eleven.”
“Eleven!” said Su. “Wow – business dinner?”
“Birthday party actually,” said Jack. “Ten children and one adult.”
“Oh my God!” exclaimed Su, horrified. She pulled on her lapels, trying to cover her bra a little more. “I’m not dressed to wait on children!”
“You waited on a few children last night, and very effectively,” Jack reminded her. “Don’t worry – I’m sure they’ll be too young to care about or even notice your outfit. It’s the adults you need to watch out for.”
“Yes but won’t the adults object to me showing so much skin in front of so many children?”
“If they do, obviously, we’ll need to send you home,” said Jack. “But that would be a shame – I’ve a feeling we’ll really need you tonight!”
Su sighed. “I’ll just have to make the best of it,” she said. “But they’d better not throw up in my knickers again!”
“That was unfortunate,” said Jack, “but I assure you, there won’t be any food poisoning tonight.”
“I hope not,” said Su. “Okay, I’ll go and set the tables up.”
She was in the middle of doing so when Polly, a redhead in her mid-thirties, arrived. She came out into the restaurant area, stopped dead at the sight of Su, then promptly turned on her heel and marched back into the kitchen. Su crept to the door and listened to the heated exchange that followed.
“She looks like a prostitute!”
“No she doesn’t, Polly – she’s just a little overexposed in a uniform that’s too small for her. She was dressed like that last night, and we got through it – we can do the same tonight.”
“But Jack, her knickers are showing! And her bra – it’s obscene!”
“It’s far from ideal, I grant you, but Polly – think how she feels!”
“For all I know she loves it!”
“Would you love it?”
“Of course not!”
“Then why would you think that Su does?”
“Because she’s not refusing to wear that stupid child’s uniform! I certainly would!”
“For your information, Polly, she had such a hard time last night that she was in tears and almost walked out on us. But because you weren’t here, and Lindy had taken ill, and Terri had gone home to take care of her dad, Su was our only hope! And she stuck to her job and saw the night out, despite everything. She’s a very good worker, Polly, and it’s both uncharitable and unfair for you to judge her for something that’s totally out of her control!” As he spoke, Jack’s voice climbed higher and higher, until the last sentence became a heated admonishment, to which Polly responded rather more respectfully.
“Sorry Jack, it just took me by surprise. I suppose I can work with the girl. But she’d better get a proper uniform soon!”
“We’ve ordered one – but it’ll be a week or so before it arrives.”
“A week! Good grief, Jack, this place’ll become a magnet for perverts of every kind, and we’ll lose all of our family business!”
“None of the families here last night left unhappy,” said Jack, “and they all understood that this was a temporary glitch and not Su’s fault. They were very supportive.”
“Glad to hear it! But sooner or later someone’s bound to complain…”
“Jeez Polly, could you be a little more negative? Just get out there and help Su, will you?”
“All right! I’m going!”
Su hastily retreated to the tables she had been putting together, and looked up as Polly entered again. “Hi!” she said brightly.
“Hi,” said Polly, regarding Su’s visible cleavage and bra with suspicion. “You must be Su.”
“And you must be Polly!” said Su.
“Bummer about your uniform,” said Polly.
“I know!” said Su. “I suppose I’ll just have to make the best of it until the new one arrives.”
“Good for you. Now what’s this table for?”
“Party of eleven,” said Su. “Children’s birthday party.”
“Good grief!” Polly rolled her eyes. “Well I suppose I’d better take this table when they get here – wouldn’t want you corrupting their innocent little minds.”
“Please do!” said Su. “I was dreading it.”
Polly chuckled. “I’m sure. Well, you stick to grown-ups – I’ll take this table and any families with children that come in.”
“That would be wonderful!” said Su gratefully.
The first customers arrived shortly before six – a trio of businessmen that Su recognised from the night before. “Uh-oh,” she muttered.
“Your customers, I think,” said Polly.
“For the second night in a row,” replied Su with a little shudder. “They gave me a bit of a hard time – one of them threw up in my knickers.”
“They did what??” exclaimed Polly in a fierce whisper.
“It was horrible!” said Su.
“Why didn’t you complain?” demanded Polly.
Su sighed. “It’s a long story,” she said.
“Well do you want me to take them?” asked Polly. “There’s nobody else here … yet.”
“No – I’ll handle them,” said Su. “Otherwise I’ll end up with no customers of my own at all!” She headed over to meet the men. “Welcome back! Table for three?”
“Yes please,” said Tubby, grinning at her. “Nice to see you’re here again – and in the same uniform!”
Su ignored that comment. “Where’s your friend with the fish tie?”
Specs chuckled. “Gavin’s out with his wife tonight,” he said.
“You’re not going to try to poison us again, are you?” asked Red Moustache.
“No!” said Su. “I’m very sorry about the chicken last night – it won’t happen again. Here – will this table suit you?”
“Perfect,” said Tubby, taking a seat.
“Can I get you all drinks?” asked Su.
They ordered, and Su headed into the kitchen to fetch the drinks. When she came out, Polly was seating four more men. “All yours,” she said to Su as she passed on her way to the kitchen.
“Hi!” said Su, mentally naming these men Concorde (long nose), Hairpiece, Goatee and Spike.
“Wow, it’s true!” said Goatee, staring at her legs. “I’d never have believed it!”
“What’s true?” asked Su suspiciously.
“Our friends over there,” said Concorde, indicating Tubby and co., “told us about you and suggested we come here.”
“I see,” said Su, feeling rather uncomfortable. “Well I do hope you’ll be a little better behaved than your friends were last night.”
“We’ll behave,” said Hairpiece, grinning at her chest. “But don’t blame us for looking.”
“As long as that’s all you do,” said Su. “What would you like to drink?”
Over the next half hour, things went very smoothly, though it became increasingly busy. Two families arrived, and three more groups of men, two of which were there because they had heard about Su. The family groups were rather shocked to see Su, but Terri came out and explained the situation to them. Both families chose to stay, mainly because the father in each was somewhat taken with Su’s appearance. Then a solo visitor arrived, and Su’s heart sank. It was Bob.
“Your customer,” said Polly firmly. “I’m not going anywhere near that old perv.”
Su sighed. “All right,” she said. “But he’d better not do to me what he did last night!”
“What did he do last night?” asked Polly curiously.
“Oh, he ripped a button off my uniform, and then popped open my bra so that my breasts fell out. He almost got his finger inside me as well.”
Polly shuddered. “That’s why I won’t go near him! He’s terrible! I don’t know why Jack and Terri keep letting him come here.”
“I’m sure they wouldn’t, if all of the waitresses refused to serve him,” said Su. “But as the new girl, I don’t want to make a fuss…”
“Well until you do, I’m afraid you’ll just have to put up with him. Off you go…”
Su approached Bob warily. “Come on then, Bob,” she said. “Let’s get you seated. There’s a table over here.”
He took a seat facing towards the wall, and she removed the other place settings. As she leaned across in front of him to pick up the farthest setting, however, he caught hold of her topmost button with his left hand. She immediately dropped a handful of cutlery, and deflected both his left hand and his right, which was going for her panties. “None of that,” she said to him sharply. She examined her button, which was fortunately still in place with its thread intact. Feeling quite pleased with herself, she gathered up the cutlery she had dropped, and left Bob looking quite disappointed.
“Nicely done,” said Polly, who had been watching from the kitchen door. “But are you aware just how much of your knickers you’re showing when you bend over?”
“I’m trying not to think about it!” said Su.
Just then a chorus of screams and laughter erupted through the door, as the birthday partygoers entered the restaurant. Su counted three girls and seven boys, all aged eight or nine years old, and all very loud. They were followed by a rather stressed-looking woman in her mid-thirties, who was trying very hard, but not very successfully, to keep control of her charges.
“Your customers, I think,” said Su with a sweet smile at Polly, who rolled her eyes.
Twenty minutes later, they were both rushed off their feet. The customers kept coming and coming – all the tables were full, and more than a dozen people were waiting near the entrance. Su brought out some main courses, and collected dirty plates from half a dozen tables.
“Excuse me!” said Bob petulantly as she passed by him for the seventh time, “are you ignoring me? I still haven’t had my starter!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” said Su. “It’s nothing personal, Bob – we’re just really hammered right now. I’m sure your starter’s ready – I’ll bring it out next.”
Back in the kitchen, she unloaded her dirty dishes next to the sink. “Su!” came Alex’s voice from behind her. “Would you mind grabbing me a frying pan from that cupboard down there to your right?”
“I’ve got customers to look after!” she said, feeling rather stressed. “They’re getting impatient!”
“They’ll be even more impatient if I can’t get their food cooked soon,” said Alex, who was stirring a saucepan with one hand while tossing vegetables in a frying pan with the other. “We’re all busy, Su!”
“All right, I’m sorry,” said Su apologetically. She crouched down and opened the cupboard.
“It’ll be right at the back,” said Alex.
Su leaned into the cupboard and reached in to grab a frying pan. It was wedged in amongst a stack of other assorted cookware, so she reached in with her other hand in an attempt to extricate it. Her uniform climbed up her back, completely exposing her satin panties, and for a moment Alex forgot about stirring as he watched Su’s bottom appreciatively.
On the other side of the room, Duncan, the head chef, had run out of burners. “Rog, find another burner for your soup – I need yours.”
“What other burner?” grumbled Rog. “Alex is using all of his.”
“I can see a spare one from here – now scoot!”
Rog pouted as he picked up his pan full of thick vegetable soup in one hand, and his chopping board in the other, and shuffled across the room towards Alex. As he turned the corner he belatedly noticed Su kneeling down with her head in the cupboard. “Oops!” he said as he came to an abrupt halt. The ladle that he had placed on the chopping board slid off, and landed on the floor just behind Su, its hooked end slipping neatly between Su’s back and the waistband of her panties.
“Hey!” she said as she finally tugged the frying pan loose.
“Sorry – I’ll get it,” said Rog. He bent down to grab the ladle, but as he lifted it up, its hook pulled Su’s waistband away from her skin. He grinned at the sight of Su’s buttocks, and tugged the waistband out a little more. Unfortunately he failed to notice that his pan was tipping further and further forward, until suddenly it spilled a cascade of vegetable soup that splattered against the base of Su’s spine and poured down into the back of her panties.
“For heaven’s sake!” exclaimed Su, emerging from the cupboard and wiping frantically at her lower back. Fortunately the soup had not yet reached scalding temperature, but it was a little too warm for comfort, and she winced as she felt it sliding between her buttocks. It was a creamy soup with dense, finely chopped vegetables, which gave it a sludgy texture.
“I’m so sorry!” exclaimed Rog, his eyes wide. “That was stupid of me!”
Su stood up and handed the frying pan to Alex. “Well I don’t care if we’re busy – I’m not having another night like last night! I’m going to clean up before I go back out there.”
Polly came rushing in. “What are you doing, Su?” she demanded. “It’s getting really bad out there! Hurry up, will you?”
Su stared at her crossly, then stamped her foot in frustration. “Bother it!” she said. She grabbed Bob’s starter and a few other dishes that were ready and waiting to go out. Then she stormed through the door into the restaurant proper, with the mushy vegetable soup squishing about in a small bulge in the back of her panties.
Laughter erupted from Tubby’s table. “Look, she’s up to her old tricks!” said Red Moustache, pointing at Su’s panties as she passed. Other eyes stared with interest, surprise or shock, depending on who was looking, and soon every conversation in the room concerned Su’s panties.
She reached Bob’s table and handed him his starter. “Sorry about the wait, Bob,” she said.
“Give us a kiss, and I’ll forgive you,” said Bob with a grin.
“You wish!” she said, before moving on to the next table.
For the next ten minutes, Su was so busy that she could not even think about emptying out her panties. But while she was collecting plates from a middle-aged couple, she felt her panties being tugged at the back … and then she gasped as she felt something warm and slippery pouring over her buttocks and into her panties. She dropped her plates and whirled around to see a grinning man in his thirties (whom she had nicknamed Dumbo on account of his big ears) quickly returning his plate to the table in front of him. A few yards away, a few of the children at the party table screamed with laughter, having seen what the man had done.
“What the hell?” Su demanded.
“Sorry!” said Dumbo, with a bashful grin. “I heard you let people put food in your panties yesterday, and I just thought I’d have a go.”
“I did not ‘let’ people do that!” exclaimed Su. “They kept doing it anyway, but they didn’t ask for permission and I didn’t give any!”
“Oh … well, I’m sorry,” said Dumbo, looking somewhat contrite.
“Good grief!” exclaimed Su, slapping her forehead. She craned her neck back and pulled out the waistband of her panties to see what the man had dropped in there – it appeared to be ravioli in marinara sauce. She rolled her eyes and sighed. Then she resumed picking up plates, and hurried back to the kitchen, determined to empty out her panties before coming back out again.
“Su, you look ridiculous!” said Polly disapprovingly, as she entered the kitchen behind Su. “As if that uniform wasn’t scandalous enough, now your knickers are full of food!”
“Not my fault!” protested Su. “And I’m just about to…”
“Well apparently this is the second night that this has happened to you!” said Polly accusingly. “I think maybe secretly you like it, and that’s why you’re encouraging it!”
“That’s not true!” said Su indignantly. “I haven’t encouraged anything!”
“The uniform itself is encouraging people to harass you!” said Polly.
“Again, not my fault!” said Su, almost pleadingly.
“And yet you’re still here!” said Polly. “Any decent woman wouldn’t put up with this crap!”
“Hey, hey!” said Jack, frowning at Polly as he came over and stood next to them with his arms folded. “That’s enough, Polly! Su’s a damn hard worker and she’s absolutely right – it’s not her fault that she’s wearing this uniform, and frankly I can’t believe that you would suggest that a skimpy outfit is an invitation to harassment! That kind of attitude is a bit last century, don’t you think?”
“What’s ‘last century’ is you people letting a disgusting pervert like Bob get away with groping the waitresses night after night without reporting him to the police!” fired back Polly. “You should kick him out, Jack!” Then she looked contemptuously at Su. “Her too!”
Su’s jaw dropped. “What for?”
“For looking and behaving like a slut!” snapped Polly.
“Su’s a great worker and she’s been doing a fantastic job under very trying circumstances,” said Jack sternly. “Now leave the poor girl alone, or I really will kick someone out … and it won’t be Su!”
“You mean me? Why me?” demanded Polly.
“Because you’re being a bitch, quite frankly!” said Jack. “Whereas Su’s a model employee!”
Polly glared at him. “Fine!” she said. “I quit!”
“No!” squealed Su. “Please Polly – don’t quit! I can’t manage all these customers on my own!”
“Oh I’m sure you can,” sneered Polly. “Aren’t you a model employee?”
“Now now, Polly,” said Jack, still frowning. “I’m sorry I called you a bitch. Just see the night through, and then we’ll talk about maybe keeping the two of you working alternate nights until Su’s new uniform arrives.”
“Too late Jack,” said Polly, walking away. “Have a nice night!”
“Shit!” said Jack.
“Oh my God!” groaned Su.
“I’ll call Lindy – see if she can come in,” said Jack. “Damn it! I’m sorry Su – you’ll just have to try to cope on your own for a while. I’d help you out myself, but with the volume of orders, I’m really needed back here!”
Su bit her lip anxiously. “I’ll do what I can!” she said.
“Good girl!” said Jack. “Now hurry – you’ve got main courses piling up here!”
Su took a deep breath, then grabbed some plates and hurried through the doors with them. Suddenly all of the family tables were hers now, too, she realised with a sinking feeling. She handed out the plates she was carrying, and went over to a young couple with an eight-year-old boy. “I’m so sorry about my outfit,” she said automatically. “I’m getting a proper one next week.”
“That’s as maybe,” said the father imperiously, “but that is no kind of outfit to wear in front of children! I want a different waitress, please!”
“Oh, do be nice, Henry,” said the mother reprovingly. “It’s not her fault.”
“Thank you!” said Su. “And I’m afraid the other waitress just left, so you’re stuck with me. Are you ready to order?”
“I believe so,” said the mother, whom Su suddenly christened ‘Marge’ (i.e. Mrs Simpson) on account of her slightly husky voice. “I’ll have the salmon mousse to start with, please, followed by the mushroom risotto.”
Henry frowned at his menu for a moment, then said, “Mussels for me please, followed by the seafood special.”
“And what would you like, young sir?” Su asked the little boy politely.
The boy was ducking his head, craning his neck so that he could see the front of her panties peeping below her uniform. Marge sharply pulled him upright. “Behave, Benny,” she said. “What would you like to eat? They have sausages – you like sausages, don’t you?”
“I want scrambled eggs and beans and fish fingers,” said the boy, whom Su decided to call ‘Frodo’ because of his curly hair.
“That’s not on the menu, darling,” said Marge. “Come on, look at the menu – don’t you see anything you like? You like sausages, don’t you?”
“I want scrambled eggs and beans and fish fingers!” insisted the boy, his voice climbing.
“I’ll see if the kitchen can do that,” said Su quickly, anxious to avoid a scene, and fairly confident that the boy’s request was manageable. She hurried back to the kitchen.
“Good grief,” muttered Jack when she explained the situation to him. “I don’t even know if we have any baked beans.”
“Yes we do,” said Rog, who happened to be passing by. “You’d be surprised what’s lurking at the back of the pantry.”
“Okay then!” said Jack. “How about fish fingers?”
“Not a chance – but I can roll some chunks of fish in breadcrumbs and fry them up,” said Rog. “They’d be better than fish fingers, anyway, and it wouldn’t take long.”
“Do it,” said Jack.
“Thanks!” said Su, and she hurried back into the restaurant with a few more plates. Having delivered them, she went over to the party table. “How’s everything going here?” she asked.
“Fine, fine!” said the chaperone, whom Su had named ‘Miss Stress’.
Su nodded, and began to collect plates. But as she was leaning over the table to reach the far side, she felt the back of her panties being pulled out, and then a sludgy mass of warm food pouring over her buttocks and sliding between them. She sighed and straightened up. “If you don’t want your food, leave it on your plate!” she said sternly to the culprit, a cheeky-looking boy with a shock of blond hair who was giggling as he put his empty plate down on the table. Judging by the small chunks and streaks that remained on the plate, he had just dumped spaghetti Bolognese in her panties.
“I saw that man do it!” he said, and he giggled again, accompanied by his friends. Another boy, just to Su’s right, picked up his own plate and lifted up the front of Su’s uniform.
“Hey – stop that!” said Su, slapping his hand away. “Now behave, all of you, or I won’t bring out your cake and jelly and ice cream!”
With quite a large quantity of messy food now squishing about in the back of her panties, she went over to Bob’s table next, and found that he had placed his dirty plate on the far side of the table, so that she would have to lean right over the table in order to reach it. “Just don’t try anything, Bob!” she warned him, as she leaned across and picked up the plate. She thought if she could move quickly enough, he would not have a chance to do anything.
But she was very wrong! Bob was holding a small pair of scissors in his left hand, and as Su leaned over him, he opened them up and slid them beneath her top button, the two blades trapping the thread that held the button in place. He would just need to squeeze his fingers together, and the thread would be cut. But he did not do so … yet.
Su gasped as she felt Bob’s right hand slip between her thighs, just below her crotch. “Stop that, Bob!” she hissed.
“Stay there for a moment,” said Bob, cackling lecherously. “I wouldn’t want you to lose your new button!”
“Bob, you evil man!” exclaimed Su, shocked, as she looked down and noticed Bob’s scissors. “Where on Earth did that come from? Don’t you dare cut off my button!”
“I won’t, if you keep still!” said Bob, now wriggling one of his gnarled fingers between the gusset of her panties and the flesh of her pussy.
“I’ll scream rape!” Su threatened him, squirming and shuddering as she felt his finger pushing between her pussy lips.
“You wouldn’t send an old man like me to prison, would you?” said Bob, looking hurt. Then he grinned as his probing finger found her vagina and slid upwards, sinking inside her.
“Damn it Bob!” exclaimed Su in a fierce whisper. “Get your finger out of me at once!”
But Bob merely grinned at her as he thrust his arthritic finger in and out of her vagina. “This isn’t so bad, is it?” he inquired.
Su had been carefully and stealthily putting down the stack of plates she was carrying in her right hand. Now she reached up, grabbed his wrist, and pulled it away from her uniform … but not before he had tightened his grip. Her button dropped on to the table top, landing just in front of Bob. “Bob, you little…” snapped Su as her uniform burst open a little more, exposing a large area of her bra. She reached down and swatted his arm, forcibly removing his finger from her vagina. “You’d better give me a damn good tip after this!” she growled at him angrily. She picked up her plates and stormed off towards the kitchen.
Ten minutes later she brought out a plate of scrambled eggs, beans, and fish fingers for Marge and Henry’s son, as well as main courses for a few other diners. Then she noticed a new arrival – a man on his own, waiting to be seated. As she approached him, she realised with a shock that she recognised him as Mitch, the ex-boyfriend of her best friend from high school. She had not seen him in five years, but he was even more handsome than she remembered.
“Mitch!” she exclaimed, beaming as she went up to him.
“Hi Su!” he said. “Wow!”
“Oh God,” said Su, suddenly mortified and trying to pull her uniform together over her bra. “Sorry about my appearance – this was the only uniform they had! I’m supposed to be getting a proper one in a week or so…”
“Well I think you look smashing!” said Mitch, grinning. “I had no idea you could be so sexy!”
Su blushed to the roots of her hair, feeling embarrassed but pleased nonetheless to have captured his eye. “Are you here alone?”
“Yes,” said Mitch, “unfortunately. Long story.”
“Well I’m afraid we’ve got a bit of a waiting list,” said Su, indicating seven people sitting on or standing next to upholstered benches in the bay window nearby.
“That’s okay,” said Mitch, smiling at her. “I’m happy to wait and enjoy the view.”
Su blushed again. “Be nice,” she said. “I’d really rather not look like this.”
“I apologise,” said Mitch, his face turning serious. “I really didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“No, it’s okay,” said Su, liking him more and more each moment, and fretting that he would be disgusted by the food in her panties. “But Mitch, I should explain something…”
“Perhaps it can wait?” suggested Mitch, pointing past her. “I think your customers are getting a little impatient.”
“Oh God,” sighed Su. “I’ll see you later then.” She turned and hurried off, trying not to imagine what Mitch must be thinking about the large sagging bulge in the back of her panties. She headed for Henry and Marge’s table, where Marge had raised her hand to get Su’s attention. As she approached, Henry stood up and ambled off towards the toilet.
Frodo apparently did not like his eggs. “They’re all wet and mushy!” he complained. He had already eaten one and a half fish fingers, but little else, it seemed.
“I’m sorry,” said Marge, looking rather sheepish. “I know there’s nothing wrong with them, but normally I cook his eggs until they’re completely dry.”
“Oh,” said Su. “Well I’m sorry – I’ll take this back and get the eggs re-done.”
“No need for that,” said Marge. “I don’t want to be any trouble. But perhaps you could take the eggs away and leave the rest?”
But Su for once was empty-handed. “Um, I’ll go and grab a plate from the kitchen,” she said.
“I don’t like how these eggs smell,” complained Frodo. “They’re making me feel sick.”
Su’s hair stood on end. “Oh heck!” she said.
“You’d better take his eggs quickly,” said Marge. “I don’t mean to be inappropriate, but a solution does present itself…”
“What?” asked Su desperately, watching Frodo’s face turn paler by the second.
“Well you seem to be using your knickers for food storage…” observed Marge.
Su rolled her eyes. “Not by choice!” she said. “But under the circumstances, I suppose I’m messy anyway – it won’t make much difference.”
Marge licked her lips slightly as she picked up Frodo’s plate. Su bit her lip, then she lifted up the front of her uniform and pulled the waistband of her panties away from her skin.
“Oh, you want it in the front?” asked Marge in surprise.
“Well there’s quite a lot in the back already,” mumbled Su, feeling very embarrassed.
“I suppose there is,” said Marge with a husky laugh. She held Frodo’s plate in position, then tipped it up, and began to scrape the scrambled eggs into the front of Su’s panties.
Frodo was watching with wide eyes. “Can I do that?” he asked.
Marge laughed. “I don’t see why not,” she said. “Just don’t look inside the lady’s knickers – that’s not polite.”
Su could not help wondering, as Frodo carefully swept the last of his scrambled eggs into her panties, what Henry would think if he saw this. Marge was obviously quite a permissive parent, but Su was sure that Henry would be horrified at the sight of his son staring into a waitress’s panties while filling them up with soft chunks of scrambled egg.
“I don’t want the beans either!” said Frodo suddenly.
“Really dear? But you like beans!” said Marge.
“But I don’t want them!” insisted Frodo, and he began to scrape the baked beans into Su’s panties as well.
Su became uncomfortably aware that everyone in the restaurant was staring at her. Even the children at the party table were all transfixed – and some of the children that were seated behind her had got up and moved until they could see what was going on. “Hurry up please!” Su urged Frodo. But Frodo did not seem in a particular hurry, now scraping one bean at a time into the lake of beans in front of Su’s shaved pussy.
“Come on dear,” said Marge eventually, hiding an amused smile behind her free hand as she watched her son nudging the last bean towards the edge of his plate. It dropped into Su’s panties, and Su, relieved, let her waistband snap back into position, trapping what had become a huge bulging mass of beans and scrambled eggs. She tugged her uniform down over the bulge, but she could not cover it completely. As she walked away from the table, bits of scrambled eggs began to slip between her pussy lips, lubricated by the sauce from the baked beans.
“Can I put my leftovers in your knickers too?” asked a man at the next table, grinning at her.
“No!” she said, almost plaintively. “Why does everyone want to put their food in my panties?”
“It looks like fun!” replied the man, and he and his friends laughed. “Is it true that yesterday some people actually puked up in your knickers?”
“No,” said Su, but her blushes gave her away, and the men laughed again. “All right, yes,” she conceded, “but that’s not going to happen tonight! Yesterday we served some bad chicken, but that’s all been thrown out.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said one of the men, rubbing his stomach. “I’m beginning to feel a little queasy…” His friends laughed, and he grinned.
Su began to gather up their plates, but when she got to a man she had nicknamed Rocky, who still had plenty of risotto left on his plate, he stopped her. “I haven’t finished yet,” he said.
“Would you like it in a box?” Su asked.
“No – I’ll just keep picking at it,” Rocky said with a grin.
Su looked at him suspiciously, but left him alone. For the next five minutes she rushed back and forth from the restaurant to the kitchen, and from table to table. As she was picking up some plates from a middle-aged couple’s table, with her back to Rocky, she groaned as she felt the remains of his risotto sliding off his plate into the back of her panties. She finished picking up plates, then she turned around and glared at Rocky. “Honestly!” she exclaimed at him, before shaking her head and walking back towards the kitchen, her panties now very heavily laden with food and sagging almost six inches below the hem of her uniform.
Two tables had finished their meals and were awaiting their bills. Su dealt with them quickly, and a few minutes later was able to clear the tables and seat more customers. Ten minutes after that, she was able finally to seat Mitch. “Sorry about the wait!” she said to him.
“No problem,” he replied with an odd smile. “I can’t help wondering about … um … all that food in your knickers…?”
Su blushed crimson. “People keep dumping their food in there!” she said. “It’s not my fault!”
Mitch chuckled. “And yet I saw you holding your knickers open while that little boy dumped his food in there…”
Su felt wretched. “I didn’t have anywhere else for him to put it,” she said, realising how lame this sounded. “And I figured that since there was so much food in my panties already, a little more wouldn’t make any difference…”
Mitch smiled. “So you won’t mind if, later on this evening, I do the same?”
Su squirmed uncomfortably. “I … suppose … why, do you want to?”
“I think it sounds like fun!” said Mitch cheerfully. “So do I have your permission?”
“I suppose so,” said Su, feeling very embarrassed. “Um, what can I get you to drink…?”
A few minutes later, the children at the party table were tucking into chocolate cake and bowls of ice cream and green jelly. They were also, unbeknownst to Su, plotting against her. While her back was turned and her bottom perilously close to the children as she bent over another table, one of the boys pulled out the waistband of her panties, and a giggling little girl tipped a bowlful of mashed-up jelly, along with plenty of melted ice cream, into the gap between Su’s buttocks and the back of her panties. As the boy let go of the elastic, Su shrieked.
“Oh that’s cold!” she exclaimed, standing bolt upright and turning around with a horrified expression. “You meanies!”
The children all howled with laughter and high-fived each other. Their chaperone even looked amused. Thoroughly mortified, Su began to collect empty plates from the children’s table. Then she went to see Bob, who had finished his main course.
“You’ve got an awful lot of food in your undies!” he said to her in delighted tones. “How does it feel?”
“Disgusting!” she said shortly, putting down her stack of plates and reaching for his. “Bob, why do you have to put your plates so far out of reach…?”
But as she leaned over the table and felt him grasp the front of her bra, she rolled her eyes and thought ‘Of course’. Out loud she said, “Bob, if you cut my bra, I swear I’ll kick you out of that front door myself!” Today she had worn a rear-fastening bra, so that there would be no chance of it popping open.
Bob paused with his scissors clamped around the narrow strip of material between her bra cups. Then he squeezed his fingers together, and there was a small sound of cloth being cut, followed by a metallic ‘snip!’ Su gasped as the cups of her bra fell away from each other, exposing her sternum and the inner curves of her breasts. Her uniform, fortunately, was still managing to hold her bra in place enough to keep her nipples covered.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist!” he said apologetically.
“Bob, you arsehole!” she hissed at him. She retrieved his plate, added it to her stack, and stormed off to the kitchen with her lower lip trembling. Tonight was proving to be an even bigger nightmare than last night!
“Good grief!” said Jack, when he saw her. “What happened!”
“Bob cut my bra with scissors!” Su exclaimed.
“That wanker!” Jack scowled. “Well that’s it – I’ll go and chuck him out.”
“But then I won’t even get a big tip out of him!” said Su. “He’ll have got away scot-free with all his groping and clothes-cutting!”
“Oh,” said Jack. “I see your point. Well, do you think you can handle him for the rest of the evening?”
“Yes,” sighed Su. “But I feel stupid with my bra flapping about like this. I don’t suppose you have a safety pin or something?”
“No, I don’t think so,” said Jack. “You know, you might be just as well taking it off – your uniform will still cover … what’s necessary.”
Su stared at him. “My bra may not be providing much extra coverage, but I’m not sure I’m happy about giving it up! I’m feeling exposed enough already.”
Jack nodded. “I completely understand … and I’m sorry if my suggestion was inappropriate, Su. I wasn’t trying to get you out of your clothes or anything pervy – I just thought you might prefer to look sexy than silly.”
Su looked down at her chest. “Actually I suppose I would,” she admitted. She sighed. “Oh all right – I’ll be back in a sec.” She hurried to the toilet, locked herself in, and unbuttoned her uniform just enough so she could pull her arms out of its sleeves. She removed her ruined bra, dropped it in the bin, and then pulled her uniform back on. She buttoned it up as much as she could, and then looked at herself in the mirror. She bit her lip uncomfortably – she was showing a lot of her chest, including the inner half of both breasts, but at least her nipples were still covered, just. She tried bending over the basin, and noticed with dismay that her uniform fell away from her breasts so that her nipples could be seen from the side.
Now to empty her panties! She lifted up the toilet seat, but then heard a knock at the door. “Hurry up, Su!” said Jack’s voice. “We’re getting very backed-up here!”
Su growled in annoyance, and dropped the seat. Heading back out into the kitchen, she grabbed a couple of plates and took them out into the restaurant, her buttocks and pussy still squishing about in a mixture of soup, ravioli, spaghetti Bolognese, scrambled eggs, baked beans, risotto, jelly, and ice cream. When she next returned to the kitchen, she used a paper towel to wipe her legs for the fourth time – the more liquid parts of the food kept seeping through her panties, or oozing past the elastic seams, and running down the backs and insides of her legs.
The children at the party table were now working on cake, and Su steered clear of them in case any of them decided to put cake in her panties. As she passed Mitch’s table, she asked him how he was enjoying his seafood special.
“Delicious!” he said. “But I was wondering if I could put some of it in your knickers now…?”
Su blushed uncomfortably. To her surprise, she was actually feeling a little tingly about the prospect. She had always fancied Mitch, and now he seemed to be taking an interest in her… “All right,” she said shyly. “Front or back?”
“Front please,” he said with a smile. “And may I just say that you look incredible – taking off your bra was a lovely touch!”
Su said nothing as she stepped up close to him, hiked up the front of her uniform, and pulled out the waistband of her panties. But to her surprise, Mitch did not pick up his plate; instead, he grabbed a handful of seafood out of his bowl, and brought it over, dripping with creamy sauce, to Su’s panties. Then he thrust his hand down into the lake of beans, uncurling his fingers in the process, and cupped his palm around Su’s pussy, squishing the seafood against her labia.
“Mitch!” gasped Su, shocked.
Mitch now began to rub his hand back and forth, caressing Su’s pussy with his handful of seafood, and causing several of the chunks to slip between her labia and rub directly against her clitoris. Su reached out and clutched at Mitch’s shoulder, her breathing becoming heavier and her eyes closing slightly as she swayed on the spot. Yet part of her was highly indignant about Mitch’s presumption, and she shook herself.
“Mitch!” she said, frowning even as her loins were sending signals of delight all around her body. “You haven’t even asked me out or anything! Does this mean you want to start seeing me? Or are you just copping a feel?”
Mitch had manoeuvred a large mussel to the entrance of Su’s vagina, and now he pushed it inside, following it with his finger. He grinned at Su. “I already have a girlfriend, Su,” he said. “So I’m afraid I’m just taking advantage of you. Do you mind very much?”
Su’s mind was saying ‘Yes!’, but her body had a different opinion. Her breathing becoming ragged, she bent over Mitch’s table and closed her eyes as he pushed cockles, mussels, prawns, and bits of fish into her vagina. Eventually, it occurred to her that she was neglecting her other customers, and also that she was probably being watched. Fortunately she had her back to the children’s table.
“I’ve got to go!” she said in a sort of strangled gasp, as she pulled away from Mitch, his hand slipping out of her panties. She fled to the kitchen, and spent half a minute trying to calm herself down.
“What’s the matter?” asked Jack. “More trouble with Bob?”
Su shook her head. “I’m okay,” she said. She picked up some desserts to take through. One of them was for Bob, and when she reached his table, she watched him carefully as she put it down in front of him.
But his scissors were nowhere to be seen. Instead he grinned at her and said, “I saw you with that man over there! You were letting him feel you up!”
“That doesn’t mean you can,” she told him sternly, before marching off with as much dignity as she could muster, bearing in mind that her messy, food-filled panties were bulging out like a balloon below the back of her uniform and she was waddling rather comically as a result.
She then went over to a table occupied by four businessmen. Tubby and his friends had already left, but she knew for a fact that these men worked at the same company, and had come here only because they had heard about her. As she leaned over their table, one of them – Hedgehog – clapped his hands at the sight of her left nipple popping into view. “Nice nipple!” he said.
“Don’t be a jerk,” she muttered, and then she paused at the sound of a metallic ‘snip!’ Now where had she heard that before? At a second ‘snip!’, she suddenly realised what it was, and she quickly stood up with a gasp. Another of the men, Casanova, had just cut off her last two buttons!
“You arsehole!” she cried, pulling the two halves of her uniform together. All four of the men laughed. “Where did you get those?” she demanded, pointing at Casanova’s scissors, which looked suspiciously familiar.
“Bob lent them to us,” said Casanova, grinning. “Thanks Bob!” He tossed them back to the old man, who fumbled and dropped them.
“Now what am I going to do?” wailed Su. She turned and waddled quickly back to the kitchen, tears running down her cheeks.
“What’s wrong?” asked Jack.
“It’s even worse than last night!” Su sobbed in distress. “Jack, I’m sorry – I quit. I just can’t take any more! Look what they did to my uniform!”
“Good grief!” said Jack. “Su, listen, you have every right to be upset and I don’t blame you at all for wanting to quit. But please don’t! I’m begging you – we’re still busy and we have nobody else to wait on the customers!”
“I don’t care,” sobbed Su miserably. “They’re all horrible.”
Then, to her astonishment, Jack actually got down on his knees in front of her. “Please Su!” he begged. “We need you! I’ll bump up your hourly wage – goodness knows you deserve it! Just please, stay…”
He looked so pathetic that Su smiled down at him through her tears. “Oh Jack, you silly thing,” she said, wiping her eyes. “Do get up.” She sighed. “All right, I’ll stay. I just need a moment to calm down.”
“Of course,” said Jack. “Can I get you a drink? Steady your nerves and all that?”
“Thanks,” said Su, “but I think I’d better keep my wits about me.” She took a few deep breaths. “Okay, I’m ready.” She gathered up some more desserts, and headed back out into the restaurant.
The place was still packed, although at least the children’s party looked pretty much over, which was a relief. Su took the bill to their chaperone, who handed her a card. “Looks like you’re losing your uniform there!” said the woman.
“People kept cutting off my buttons until there were none left!” said Su.
The woman chuckled. “Yes, you’re not having a very good night, are you?”
“Tell me about it,” said Su, rolling her eyes. She turned and went over to Henry and Marge’s table. She handed their bill to Henry, who was staring with great disapproval at her barely-covered chest.
“I can’t believe they’re letting you wait tables like that,” he said. “I’d like to speak to the manager please.”
Su sighed. “I’m very sorry about my clothing,” she said, “but it’s really not my fault. A couple of the other customers decided it would be fun to cut off my buttons.”
“Not that you objected!” he growled.
“Leave the poor girl alone, dear…” said Marge.
“I did object!” said Su indignantly.
“Not hard enough! I don’t imagine there are many young women who would let this sort of thing happen to them. Look at your knickers, for heaven’s sake! And what happened to your bra?”
“I didn’t ‘let’ it happen,” said Su hotly. “I’m very unhappy about the whole thing, and I’d be at home right now taking a hot bath if my boss hadn’t begged me to stay here and finish up the evening.”
Henry got to his feet. “Well I believe I shall go and have words with this boss of yours.”
“Be my guest!” said Su.
As Henry headed off to the kitchen, Su felt something cold sliding down her abdomen towards her pussy. She looked down to see Frodo emptying the remains of his trifle into her panties. She sighed and looked helplessly at Marge, who was watching her son with an amused smile. As Su walked away from their table, Marge leaned towards Frodo, and Su thought she heard Marge say “Good boy”… But she might have been mistaken.
She returned to the table where the four businessmen were sitting. “Are you going to behave this time?” she demanded.
“Maybe,” said Hedgehog, grinning.
She tried to keep her uniform closed as she gathered plates, but it was not easy, and the men cheered every time her uniform fell open to expose one or other (or sometimes both) of her breasts. “Would you like desserts?” she asked them reluctantly, hoping they wouldn’t.
“Yes please!” said Casanova, subtly tugging one side of her uniform aside so that her breast was revealed. “What do you have?”
Su tugged her uniform out of his grasp, and glared at him. “Crème Brûlée, sherry trifle, chocolate fudge cake, strawberry cheesecake, or sticky toffee sponge.”
“Mm, the sponge sounds … fun,” said Casanova, grinning. “I’ll have that.”
“Don’t get any ideas,” she warned him.
“What ideas?” he asked innocently.
“I’ll have the cheesecake please,” said Hedgehog.
“Sponge for me,” said Bigwig.
“Trifle please,” said Mr Bean.
Su nodded curtly, then went back to the kitchen with her stack of plates. She almost ran into Henry as he emerged through the doors, and she stood aside to let him pass. He paused and turned towards her. “Our meal’s free,” he said, “on account of your appalling service.”
“Hey, what was wrong with my service!” said Su. But Henry ignored her as he marched back to his table. “Horrible man!” she muttered as she entered the kitchen.
“Yeah, he was a piece of work,” said Jack, overhearing her. “But what could I do? He had a legitimate complaint.”
“I suppose so,” sighed Su. “Oh well. Let’s hope all the rest of them don’t get the same idea.”
“Indeed!” said Jack fervently.
Su took some main courses out for some of the more recent arrivals, and, having served them, with blushing apologies at her oft-exposed breasts, went to clear Henry’s table now that he and his family had left. When she picked up Marge’s side plate, she uncovered a cheque that Marge must have concealed from her husband. Puzzled, Su picked it up – it was for the full amount of the meal, plus a tip of twenty pounds! Chuckling to herself, she went to the register and put it through. Then she returned to the kitchen and told Jack.
“Great news!” he said. “Good girl, Su – you see? You’re impressing some people, at least!”
“Honestly?” said Su, “I think she kind of fancied me.”
“Really?” he said, his eyes wide. “Wow – well, whatever works I suppose!”
The next time Su went out, she checked on Mitch. “Are you finished with that?” she asked, eyeing the remains of his seafood special warily.
He grinned. “I think so,” he said. “May I put the rest in your knickers?”
She glanced around nervously. “All right,” she said, “but no copping a feel, okay?”
She pulled open the front of her panties, but by now they were so full of food that the trifle on top was practically spilling out. She pulled the waistband further out, and the level dropped just a little. Mitch gathered up his leftovers in his large right hand, and sank his fingers into the mess in Su’s panties.
“Mitch!” Su complained, as he resumed pushing mussels, prawns et cetera into her vagina. Then she gasped as he pulled back a little and began to stroke her pussy, rubbing a squishy mussel against her clitoris with each movement. With his other hand, he reached up and grasped her left breast.
“Hey!” said Su, before realising how ridiculous it was to complain about him grabbing her breast when he was already fingering her pussy.
He grinned at her, squeezing and kneading her breast while he continued to stroke her clitoris with the mussel. “Nice?” he asked.
“But … wrong!” she said reluctantly, pulling away from him. “For one thing – public place! And for another, you have a girlfriend!”
“But it was fun, wasn’t it?” he asked softly, inclining his head forward slightly and gazing at her seductively from beneath his eyebrows.
“You’re a bad man, Mitch,” she scolded him firmly. But yes, it was fun; she had to admit that, if only to herself. “Now do you want a dessert?”
“Yes please – what do you have?”
She reeled them off, and he chose the cheesecake. Then she went over to Bob’s table. “Could you pass me your bowl?” she asked him pointedly.
He grinned lecherously at her partially exposed breasts. “That’s your job,” he said. “Anyway, it’s not as if I can cut off any more buttons…”
“True,” admitted Su, and she leaned over to get the bowl, then scowled as Bob cupped her right breast in his hand. As she stood up again, he tweaked her nipple, then, with his other hand, he managed to tug her uniform off her left shoulder, further exposing her left breast. He tugged harder, and she tottered towards him, her breast pressing against his face. Delighted, Bob opened his mouth and fastened his lips around her nipple. Then he put his arm around her waist and held her against him while he sucked more of her breast into his mouth and swirled his tongue around her nipple. All of this happened in barely two seconds, giving Su little time to react.
“For heaven’s sake, Bob!” she cried, pushing herself away from him. She pulled her uniform up over her left shoulder again, and wiped his saliva off her breast. “Gross!” She stared at him as he grinned unapologetically back at her, and then she screamed in frustration and stormed off back to the kitchen.
At the businessmen’s table, the man Su knew as Mr Bean had just pulled something out of his pocket, and was staring at it thoughtfully. “Hey chaps, I have an idea,” he said.
When Su returned with their desserts, she tried to keep her uniform from falling away from her breasts as she put down the plates and bowls, but it was impossible. Trying to ignore the men’s lecherous grins, she stood up, but as she stepped away from the table, her uniform appeared to be caught on the chair. She hastily covered her fully-exposed left breast, and tried to free her uniform. Puzzled, she peered more closely, and then she gasped. “What have you done?” she demanded.
They all burst out laughing. What Mr Bean had found in his pocket was a plastic cable tie, which he had looped around the top of his chair and then passed through one of Su’s buttonholes as she was leaning over the table. Then he had posted the flat end into the slot at the other end, zipped it up tight, and the saw teeth were now holding it firmly closed.
“Oh dear!” said Casanova. “I can’t imagine how that got there. I suppose you’ll just have to leave your uniform here for the rest of the evening.”
“I’ll do no such thing!” said Su hotly. She tried to unfasten the cable tie, but it defied even her dexterous fingers. She would need the end of a screwdriver, and a tiny one at that, or something else small and pointy. But she had nothing that fit the bill – even the tines of the dessert forks were too thick and blunt for the job.
“Oh just leave it here,” said Hedgehog, grinning. “What are you afraid we’ll see? It’s not like everyone hasn’t seen your breasts already.”
“That’s very true,” said Bigwig. “I suppose you’ll either have to stay there and keep us company for the rest of the evening, or you’ll just have to waitress topless for a while.”
Mr Bean slipped his hand between Su’s legs, and grasped her right thigh just below her panties. “I vote she stays here, actually!”
“Stop that!” said Su in distress. “Ugh – you men are horrible!!” She pulled away from him, but could not get very far on account of her uniform still being attached to his chair. With a little whimper, she shrugged out of her uniform and let it fall against Mr Bean’s chair as she folded her arms across her chest. “Happy now?” she demanded.
The chorus of approval from the four men indicated that they were indeed happy. Su rushed back to the kitchen and looked around for Jack. “Jack?” she said. “Where’s Jack?”
“He just left,” said Duncan, staring at her. “What happened to your uniform?”
“Left?” echoed Su in disbelief. “How could he leave?”
“Er, simple – he opened the back door and went through it. But don’t worry, he’ll be back. He just needed to pick up something from Homebase before they close.”
“Bother it!” said Su. “Some of the customers just tied my uniform to a chair!”
“Bummer!” said Rog, grinning.
His reaction infuriated Su. “You know what – fuck it!” she said. “Everyone’s seen my breasts anyway – what difference does it make?” She spread her arms wide. “Is this what you wanted to see? Does this make everyone happy?”
Rog, Duncan and Alex stared at her exposed breasts and bulging panties, grinning inanely. Su threw up her hands in despair. “That’s it!” she said. “Fine, I’ll finish the night topless. But I won’t be back tomorrow – or ever!”
She picked up three more desserts, and marched back through the double doors into the restaurant. As she put them down in front of a trio of young women (nicknamed Barbie, Red, and Sporty Spice) she glared at them, as if daring them to say anything about her state of dress. Suppressing giggles, the three of them merely thanked her and tucked into their desserts.
Fortunately there were no more children in the restaurant, and things were finally winding down. Su continued to rush around, dishing out and collecting desserts, presenting bills and taking cards, all the while very conscious of the fact that she was wearing nothing but her shoes and a pair of very full satin panties, whose contents were constantly squishing around her nether regions in a very distracting way.
Mitch finally paid his bill. As he got up to leave, he said, “Well, it was very nice seeing you again, Su,” he said. “And I really would like to see you again. May I have your phone number?”
“I don’t think so Mitch,” said Su wearily. “Have a good night.”
He waved, and left, leaving only Bob and the businessmen. Bob had long since finished his meal, but he had stayed to admire the view. Now, however, he got to his feet and shuffled towards the door. “Goodnight, Su!” he said.
“Goodnight Bob,” said Su, glad to see him go. Then she trotted over to his table, and counted the stack of money he had left. “Three hundred pounds!” she whispered in awe. “Man, he must really be loaded!”
Turning around, she saw that one of the businessmen had put his card on top of the plastic wallet containing their bill. She grabbed both, and took them to the register. When she returned, she began to collect their dirty plates, ignoring their stares at her nipples. She leaned over to pick up Mr Bean’s empty plate, and then sighed as Casanova dumped part of his sticky toffee sponge into the back of her panties. “Haven’t I suffered enough?” she said with a sigh.
“Not quite!” said Bigwig, picking up the remains of his own sponge and slapping it against her left breast. He squished it around, getting her breast thoroughly messy and sticky.
“Great! Just great!” said Su. “Well good riddance to the lot of you!” She marched off back to the kitchen, leaving them laughing in her wake.
Once they had left, she returned to their table and picked up their bill. They had added a tip of fifteen pounds – hardly sufficient compensation for the fun they had had at her expense. Grumbling irritably, she finished off the transaction at the register, and then she headed back to the kitchen, where Jack had just arrived.
He stared at her in astonishment. “Su! What happened?”
“Oh, I’ve just spent the past half hour as a topless waitress,” she said bitterly. “And very nearly bottomless too. But everyone’s gone now.”
“Where’s your uniform?” he asked.
“Tied to a chair!” she replied. She fetched a pair of kitchen scissors, and went back out to the businessmen’s table. It was a fiddly job to cut through the cable tie, since it was mostly lying flat against the wood of the chair, but at the point where it passed through her uniform’s buttonhole, it parted from the wood just enough for her to be able to work one point of the scissors underneath. She scored the wood a little, but with a careful snip, the tie broke and her uniform was free. She put it on, and returned to the kitchen.
After tallying the takings, Jack was impressed. “This is one of the best nights we’ve ever had!” he said. “Wow Su – I know you haven’t had a good time, but you’ve been a boon to this restaurant. I can’t thank you enough. All of tonight’s tips are yours, of course – will you please reconsider staying with us? You’ve got to admit – it’s working out pretty well for you financially…”
Su was feeling a little less wretched, now that she had her uniform back on. She could replace the lost buttons tomorrow morning … and tomorrow night, she could ask Terri or Jack to confiscate Bob’s scissors, assuming he brought them again. She would not make the same mistakes again. As for people putting food in her panties … well, there were worse things. It actually didn’t feel too bad. Not too bad at all…
“I suppose I could stay a bit longer,” she said reluctantly.
“Good for you!” said Jack, pleased. “You’re the best waitress we’ve ever had – I don’t know how you managed to cope with tonight’s volume of customers, and practically on your own. But frankly, you’re a godsend!”
Su chuckled. “Well thanks, Jack. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
She left through the back door, and was almost at her car when she realised that she had nothing to spread underneath her to protect the seat from the food in her panties. She looked around nervously. It was dark, and nobody was around. Slipping off her uniform, she spread it out on the seat, and then climbed in. Driving home in just her panties and shoes was nerve-wracking, but she pulled it off without incident. Getting out of her car, she crouched low while putting her uniform back on, and then she scurried inside.
Kicking her shoes off and removing her uniform, she went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and removed her make-up. Then she crawled into bed, exhausted, still wearing her food-filled panties. The thought that her vagina was still full of seafood was both disgusting and somehow rather exciting. She slid her hand into her panties, her fingers ploughing through trifle and seafood and beans and eggs and whatever else was in there – she had lost track – and she began to masturbate, reliving the outrageous groping she had received from Mitch. The guy was an arsehole, clearly … but he certainly knew how to use his fingers!
Climaxing with a moan of pleasure, she drifted off to sleep with a smile upon her lips…
“Hi Terri – this is Jack.”
“Oh, hi Jack!”
“He’s doing better, thanks. I think I’d like to take tomorrow off too, though, if that’s okay.”
“That’s fine. But … Terri … we lost Polly.”
“She totally lost it and freaked out on Su – she had a major problem with Su’s uniform … and the customers had sort of got the idea that they could dump their leftovers in Su’s knickers…”
“Oh God… Not again! Poor Su!”
“And Polly thought Su was being a slut … and we got in a big argument … and she quit.”
“I tried! I did everything I could to keep her, but she just walked out.”
“So … Su had to cope on her own again?”
“Yes … and she did a beautiful job. And we had one of our busiest nights in ages … I think Su’s reputation brought in a lot of extra men…”
“Uh-oh – did they give her a hard time?”
“Judging by the fact that she lost all of the buttons on her uniform, and then her uniform, and spent the last half-hour in just her knickers … yes, I’d say they gave her a hard time.”
“Good grief, Jack! And she didn’t quit?”
“She wanted to, but I talked her out of it. She’s even said she’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Wow, good for her! I can’t imagine how awful it must have been for her – I do hope she was compensated appropriately…?”
“She got a lot of tips, yes, which she well-deserved. That helped in her decision to stay, of course.”
“And what happens when she discovers we can’t get a replacement uniform?”
“I don’t know! It was very inconvenient of Paulson’s Uniforms to go out of business like that. I suppose we’ll just have to keep stalling, and hope she gets used to her current uniform.”
“Oh but Jack, it doesn’t even cover her bottom!”
“I know … but she’s survived two nights like that, and she’s bringing in more business. I’d say it’s worth a try.”
“But Jack, we have to be honest with her…”
“Eventually, yes – but I just want to give her a few days to get settled in and used to her uniform. We’ll tell her within a week, though, I promise.”
“All right – well, I just hope Patrick doesn’t object!”
“Oh come on, Terri, you know Patrick as well as I do – he’ll just love Su.”
“I suppose he will… Poor Su. Oh well, have a good night, Jack.”
“You too, Terri.”
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