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   By the Bitchfinder General

   Linda the Waitress

   By the Bitchfinder General

   Linda Marshall had been working at the cafe for the last four months. 
It was her first job since she had been thrown out of catering college and
she was trying desperately to cling on to it as she knew that with her
track record of bad luck and getting into trouble it wasn't going to be
easy for her to find permanent employment.  Especially following her unjust
sentence that had led to her being forced to spend time in a young
offenders institution, which certainly didn't help to make her employment
prospects any brighter.  It was largely because her teacher at school, Miss
Roberts, had put a word in with her following her release that she had even
got this dead end job and she didn't want to lose it.  She was already late
for work this morning because of roadworks which had led to massive delays
on the buses and was desperately trying to get to the cafe as fast as she
could because she didn't want to upset Mr Harrison the owner.

   Linda was a pretty girl, 18 years old, 5'9' tall, with long dark hair,
38C tits and not an ounce of fat on her.  She was a waitress at Mr
Harrison's cafe and her looks made her extremely popular with the male
customers.  Unfortunately the two older women she worked with really had it
in for her and her good looks and youth were largely responsible for that.

   Mr.  Harrison, who certainly did fancy Linda a lot, made her wear a
'uniform' of his own design that hardly covered up her ample charms and was
certainly in danger of falling foul of the new 'public indecency' laws. 
She had to wear a white see-through blouse which was very short and a skirt
with a zip that was not very well fastened and constantly slid down
throughout the course of the day.  Linda was also instructed only to wear
her bra and knickers underneath the flimsy garment so she inevitably ended
up giving the customers a good view of her cleavage and even her knickers.
The male customers kept an eye out for the constant changes in position of
Linda's 'uniform' and the more it unravelled the better they liked it!

   Linda had hoped to be able to do some cooking in the cafe but her duties
always seemed to be just sweeping up the place, cleaning the tables, making
cups of tea, doing the washing up, and bringing the food and drink to the
tables or collecting them to return to the kitchen, so she was constantly
in full view of all the customers.  Linda had got used to the fact that men
liked looking at her ever since she was twelve and although she had
accepted it as a fact of life she also knew that it had led to many
disasters and unpleasantness for her.  She was rather embarrassed at having
to show off her body in the way that she did but as Mr Harrison was
delighted with the response from the male customers and insisted that she
kept on wearing it Linda just sighed inwardly and accepted that it was only
a filler job and that one day she'd be able to get work as a chef which was
her real ambition in life.

   The other two women who worked in the cafe, Naomi and Yvonne, were
anything but happy with all the attention Linda received from the customers
and the boss.  Not only were they middle-aged but it was doubtful if they'd
ever been attractive to men even when they WERE young girls.  They bitterly
resented Linda's good looks and the attention she was receiving and the
contrast between them and her was very apparent when the three of them were
together.  They hated the way that Mr Harrison smiled at her and the way
the men who ate in the cafe fancied her.  They noticed the way that her zip
slid down so low on times that her skirt was hardly covering anything and
they also resented the way that her blouse, of which Mr Harrison insisted
that she kept the top two buttons undone, showed generous amounts of
cleavage and on occasion, even a fairly good view of her ample tits.  Less
favoured by nature than their younger rival, they were fat, unattractive
and thoroughly miserable with their boring lives.

   In spite of Linda's attempts to be friendly, Naomi and Yvonne treated
her with sullen indifference at best and open hostility and contempt at
worst.  She did her work well, but it was hardly the most challenging job
in the world.  The male customers loved her and were always complimentary
about her to Mr Harrison.  She always got good tips from the customers and
the men's open flirtation with her pleased him as it brought in extra
customers.  On the other hand, the two women's dislike of her turned into
total hatred, which made things very unpleasant for her.  She also resented
the fact that Mr Harrison had not kept his word about training her up to be
a chef and she was still doing the same menial jobs she had always done in
the cafe.

   One day she's actually plucked up the courage to ask Mr Harrison if she
could maybe do some of the cooking but he only laughed and told her to get
back and wait on the tables and keep the male customers sweet!  Linda had
considered looking for another job but she was in a very difficult
position. Not only did she realise that Mr Hammond had done her a big
favour by giving her a job but she also felt a sense of loyalty to Miss
Roberts for finding the position for her and in any case with her spell in
a young offender's institution she hardly had the best CV in the world to
offer an employer.  She just sighed and kept trying to persuade herself
that things would improve one day but the sad fact was that they only
seemed to get worse for her.

   On arrival at the cafe she apologised desperately to Naomi and Yvonne,
who were already serving half a dozen customers.  They gave her fierce
glares and she just sighed and rushed into the room at the back of the cafe
to get changed into her uniform.  Linda had just taken off her blouse and
skirt and put them away in the staff locker when Mr Harrison came into the
room.  Linda, who was only wearing her bra and knickers, blushed crimson
with embarrassment.

   Mr Harrison had never seen her in her underwear before and he had a big
grin on his face as he looked her up and down, clearly enjoying the view
and making no attempt at all either to move or to disguise his open
admiration of what he saw.  She didn't know what to do; if she tried to
cover herself up with her arms it would look ridiculous.  On the other
hand, she felt uncomfortable with him standing there while she was wearing
nothing more than her bra and knickers.

   To make matters worse he began telling her off for coming into work
late. Linda felt guilty and even though it had not been her fault that the
roadworks had delayed her arrival and made the bus journey travel at a
snail's pace she knew that she really needed this job right now.  She
couldn't even turn away from him to get her uniform out of the locker
because it would have looked rude if she'd done that while he was busy
telling her off for being late so she just stood there in her bra and
knickers taking his rebuke.

   He finished at last and Linda put on her skimpy uniform.  Her
embarrassment was made worse when Mr Harrison ordered her to undo a third
button on her blouse as a 'punishment' for her 'inexcusable tardiness.'
Saying nothing, but inwardly fuming, Linda complied.  Naomi and Yvonne both
grinned happily as they saw the humiliation of the young waitress.

   The day passed off otherwise uneventfully until it was time to close at
5.00pm.  Linda went off into the staff room to get changed and then Mr
Harrison entered the staff room with a face choked with rage, accompanied
by her enemies Naomi and Yvonne.

   Linda had no idea what had made him so angry but she soon found out.  Mr
Harrison glared at her and looked as if he was about to hit her.

   'I trusted you and this is how you repay me!' he shouted at her angrily.
'I should never have let Sylvia Roberts persuade me to take you on.'

   'I'm sorry, sir, I don't understand,' answered Linda, genuinely puzzled.


   'You lying bitch!' he yelled.  'Yvonne saw you putting two £20 notes
into your purse at lunchtime when you thought no one was looking. 
Fortunately SHE was.'

   'But I didn't...' Linda protested.

   'Well, let's see, shall we?  Hand over your purse and I'll search it.'

   Linda turned to her locker and pulled out her purse.  She knew that
there had been no more than £15 in it at the start of the day and she
hadn't spent any money.  Handing over the purse to her boss, she was
astonished when Mr Harrison opened it and produced, as well as the £15
that she had started with, two crisp £20 notes.

   'I don't understand, that isn't mine,' she proteted.

   'I know that, bitch, it's mine.  You stole it from me!'

   'But I didn't,' she said quickly.  'I swear I don't know how it got
there.'

   'Like hell you don't!' he said easily.  'I should have known better than
to take on someone with a criminal record.'

   'But...'

   'Don't give me that bullshit!' he shouted angrily at her.  'I know it
was you!

   As she saw Naomi and Yvonne grinning all over their face she knew they
must have been to her locker and put it in there.  In desperation, she
tried her last shot.

   'I think Naomi or Yvonne must have put it in my purse when I wasn't
looking,' she said feebly.  'They don't like me and they obviously wanted
to get me into trouble.'

   'Just shut the fuck up, you lying bitch!  You're a thief and that's all
there is to it,' Mr Harrison said with his voice choking with anger.  'I
really think I'm going to have to call the police.  And with your previous
record you'll be going to prison for a VERY long time.'

   Linda was upset enough that he had called her a thief and a bitch but
she was desperate to avoid the police at any costs.  She knew that he was
right and that if she was arrested she WOULD be going down for a long time.
Even if, as always, it wasn't even her fault.

   'You worthless piece of shit!' said Mr Harrison.  'Ever since you
started working for me money's been going missing from the till.  I tried
to give you the benefit of the doubt but now I -(TM)ve seen enough to know
that you WERE responsible.  Once a thief, always a thief, eh?  After the
big fucking favour I did your teacher in taking you on this is how you
repay me.  Just wait till I tell her how you repaid me by being a thieving
little slut.  And when I tell the authorites you'll get sent to prison for
at least five years this time!' he yelled at her.

   In a sudden burst of anger he slapped her hard around the face.  Linda
burst out crying, stunned by the sudden shock of being slapped, called a
thief, sworn at and now the threat that she might be arrested and sent to
prison terrified her and made her go to pieces.  Even though she hadn't
done anything wrong she knew that he didn't believe her and nor would
anyone else.  The only thing to do was to try to throw herself on his
mercy.

   'Please, sir, please don't call the police.  Or tell Miss Roberts. 
Please, I'm sorry.'

   Yvonne laughed out loud when she heard her say that.  Naomi gave her a
cold look and gave her a V-sign behind her back.

   Linda tried to stop sobbing and desperately tried to give a charming
smile to Mr Harrison but she saw the anger and the cold hostility in his
face.

   'Please, sir, please, I'm sorry.'

   'Sorry doesn't really cut it, Linda,' he said.  'How can I ever trust
you again?  It wouldn -(TM)t be so bad if I thought this was the only time
you -(TM)d ever stolen anything for me.  Maybe if I could believe that I
MIGHT consider overlooking your behaviour.'

   Even though she knew that she was innocent of the 'crime' of which she
was accused, Linda seized eagerly on her slender chance of salvation.

   'Honestly, Mr Harrison, it IS the only time I've ever done it.  I've
never stolen from you before.'

   'If only I could believe you,' he said, his voice softening slightly.

   'You can, sir.  I swear to you I'm telling the truth, sir,' said Linda
desperately, still fighting back her tears and still in a state of shock.

   'Well, I don't know,' he said.  'What do you think, ladies?  Do you
think she's telling the truth?'

   Linda saw Naomi and Yvonne's cold, hard faces and knew she could expect
no mercy from either of them.

   'Of course she isn't,' Naomi snarled.  'She's a lying stealing slut and
I've had my suspicions of her for a long time now.  A spell in prison is
just what the bitch needs!'

   'On the other hand,' said Yvonne slowly, a smile spreading over her
face, 'it MIGHT be possible to keep her on here.  Of course we'll all have
to watch her like a hawk.  And, of course, we -(TM)d have to make BIG
changes in her working conditions.  She needs to be punished for what she's
done so I think as well as keeping an eye on her I think you should make
her work longer hours and cut her wages too to make her understand that
she'd better not steal from you ever again.  Instead of her coming in at 9
in the morning and working till 5 she should come in at 8 and work till 6
at night.  You ought to cut her breaks as well.  Instead of taking two
fifteen-minute breaks during the day and an hour for lunch she should take
one twenty minute break for lunch and two five minute breaks in the morning
and afternoon.  She's on minimum wage right now, isn't she?  Well, that's
costing you £6 an hour.  Why not put her on a weekly renewable temporary
contract so that she's exempt from minimum wage legislation and then you
could pay her the minimum temp rate which is only £3 an hour.  She'd be
working for 57 and a half hours a week instead of 35 and getting paid £171
a week gross instead of £210.'

   Yvonne smirked as she proposed increasing Linda's hours and cutting her
wages at the same time.  She was furious because by now it was obvious to
her that it was Yvonne who had put the 'stolen' money in her purse.

   'Of course, she doesn't pull her weight around here anyway,' Yvonne
added.  'Instead of us having to do all the heavy work while she just
serves customers and cleans up SHE ought to be the one who's lugging the
heavy stuff like the bins and the sacks of potatoes up and down the stairs
and in and out of the cafe.'

   Linda fumed silently but there was nothing she could do.  Even though
Yvonne was taking full advantage of the opportunity to humiliate her and
make her working conditions even worse than they already were, she didn't
dare utter a word of protest.

   'And don't forget we've only searched her purse,' Yvonne added, with a
cruel smile.  'Who knows how much more money she might have hidden away?  I
reckon we ought to search HER as well as her purse!'

   Mr Harrison stared at Linda and to the young girl's discomfort she saw
that he liked the idea very much.

   'An excellent idea, Yvonne.  Thank you very much for that,' said Mr. 
Harrison.

   Turning to Linda, he added, 'I'm prepared to believe you when you say
that it was a moment of weakness and that you haven't stolen from me
before. I'll let you keep your job if you agree to the new working
conditions and I've also decided that I won't tell the police what you've
done.'

   'Thank you, Mr Harrison,' said Linda, relieved but still fuming.

   'On the other hand, you will have to follow some new rules around here.
In addition to the various excellent ideas that Yvonne has come up with, I
am going to insist that we search you on a regular basis to make certain
that you don't have any money or other items belonging to me on your
person. You will be searched on arrival, on each of your breaks, and
immediately prior to going home so that we can be quite certain that you
haven't got anything on you which you ought NOT to have.  These new rules
will continue until I feel ready to trust you again.  Of course, if you are
not happy with the new rules I will not only have to sack you but I'll also
call the police and you'll spend a considerable time in prison.'

   Linda was completely trapped.  Even though she hadn't stolen the money,
she'd already confessed to doing it so she would definitely end up in
prison with her track record and even this degrading and hurtful
'arrangement' was better than that.

   'Yes, sir.  Thank you, sir,' said a resigned Linda.

   'Right, let's start off by taking off your blouse.  We need to make sure
you haven't hidden anything else that doesn't belong to you.'

   Linda undid the blouse and placed it on the table in the staff room
before turning to look at him.

   'OK, now clasp your hands behind your neck.'

   Linda did as she was told, still fuming inwardly at the humiliation.

   'OK, now the skirt,' said Mr Harrison.

   Linda did as she was told, becoming even more angry but knowing how
helpless she was.  She stood before the three of them wearing just her bra
and knickers.

   'Right, let's take a look and see if you're hiding anything inside your
bra,' said Mr Harrison.

   He was openly laughing at her now and Yvonne and Naomi also laughed
cruelly.  With an obvious enjoyment of what he was about to do, he moved
towards her and began to put his hands inside her bra.  He was not making
the slightest attempt to search her for anything she might have concealed;
he was simply taking advantage of the opportunity to feel her up.  In spite
of the fact that she had got used to this sort of treatment over the last
few years, Linda could not help blushing with embarrassment at his
'examination.' That reaction on her part only resulted in yet more raucous
laughter from her three tormentors.

   'Hm, can't find anything hidden in there,' said Mr Harrison, grinning
happily.

   'Maybe she's got something taped underneath,' said Yvonne, with an evil
smile.  'Best to make her take it off completely, I reckon.'

   'While you're at it,' Naomi added, 'we might as well make the bitch take
EVERYTHING off.'

   Linda stared at them in total disbelief.  She could hardly believe that
yet again she was being forced to strip naked in public and made to accept
'punishment' for a crime of which she was completely innocent.

   'Excellent idea, Naomi.  Take your bra off and then we'll have a closer
look at your tits.  After that you can take off the rest of your clothes.'

   Linda tried to fight back the tears that threatened to flow when he said
that.

   'You want me to take off...  all my clothes?' she asked quietly.

   'Yes, we want to see you completely naked,' said Mr Harrison.  'Unless
of course you'd prefer me to call the police and have you carted off to
prison.'

   Linda stared at him in amazement and horror, hoping vainly that she
might have misheard his words.  Mr Harrison looked at her in exasperation
as she stood there irresolute.

   'Come on, Linda, get your fucking clothes off!'

   'All...  of them?' she repeated dumbly.

   'Yes, all ot them.  Come on, get a move on.  Unless you want me to call
the police, of course.'

   Linda's eyes filled with tears as she realised that she was utterly
trapped.  She was anything but happy at the idea of stripping naked in
front of her boss and her co-workers but the idea of beingn sacked and
going to prison frightened her so much that she gave in.  Utterly crushed
by what had happened to her, she took off her bra and placed it on the
table in the staff room.

   'Now put your hands together behind your neck,' Yvonne ordered her.

   An utterly humiliated Linda did as she was told.  Mr Harrison made a
pretence of searching her bra and then turned to her again.

   'Now take your knickers off!' he ordered.

   Linda took off her knickers and placed them on the table as well,
waiting for instructions.  Once again Yvonne shouted at her.

   'Hands behind your neck!' she told her.

   Linda obeyed at once.

   'She might have got something taped to her tits,' said Yvonne, with a
cruel smile.  Better search them as well.'

   A fuming and utterly humiliated Linda submitted to having her tits
fondled and groped by her boss.  He might have been pretending that he was
searching her but in fact he was simply taking full advantage of the
opportunity to feel her up.

   'Maybe we should double check as well,' said Yvonne.

   'Good idea, you never know,' Mr Harrison laughed.

   Mr Harrison had at least simply been groping her.  Yvonne and Naomi
squeezed, pinched and even slapped her tits as they pretending to search
them.

   'Now for her cunt,' said Yvonne, a huge grin on her face.

   Mr Harrison fingered and explored her most intimate region in a
thoroughly insultingly lustful way.  Linda tried not to react but she was
unable any longer to hold back the tears.

   Her ordeal got worse when Yvonne and Naomi took their turn.  Not only
did they probe much more roughly than Linda's boss, but they also
determined to humiliate her as well.

   'Let's see if we can make her come,' Yvonne smiled.

   Linda groaned inwardly but could do nothing but submit.  Both women
deliberately masturbated her to a climax and then made her lick her own
cunt juice off their fingers.  She felt humiliated almost beyond belief and
was in floods of tears as they degraded her.

   'Well, it looks like you haven't stolen anything else, Linda,' said Mr
Harrison, grinning hugely.  'Of course we can't trust you any more so
you'll have to strip naked for us three times a day and be searched
thoroughly to make sure you haven't stolen anything.  Do you understand?'

   'Yes, sir,' Linda mumbled through her tears.

   'Of course,' said Naomi, getting in on the spirit of things, 'it might
be aI good idea if from now on she wasn't allowed to have any underwear on
while she's at work.  It would make it easier for us to search her and
harder for her to hide anything she might steal.'

   'Great idea, Naomi!' Mr Harrison said with a laugh.  'Yes, I think the
customers will be well pleased with that.  I think she should keep four
buttons of her blouse undone from now on as well.  In fact, ladies, I'd
appreciate any more suggestions you might have to keep our young thief in
line.  I'm sure Linda would be quite happy to agree to anything we say. 
Won't you>'

   Linda, still naked, her hands still clasped behind her neck, fumed
inwardly but knew that she had no choice.

   'Yes, sir,' she almost whispered.  'Thank you, sir.'

   'Oh, and I've been getting a few complaints about her from the customers
lately,' said Naomi.  'The men say she isn't friendly enough to them. 
Several of them have told me they want to feel her up while she's serving
them and she won't let them.'

   'Well, we can't have that, can we?' said Mr Harrison.  'From now on,
Linda, if a customer wants to feel you up then you let them.  Do you
understand?'

   'Yes, sir,' a tearful Linda replied.

   'And a few of them also wanted to smack her arse but she objected,'
Yvonne added.

   'Well, if a customer wants to smack her arse he should be able to.  From
now on that's in your job description as well, Linda.'

   'Yes, sir.  Thank you, sir,' a sobbing Linda answered.

   'In fact,' said Yvonne, 'we might as well all give her a good spanking
now for being a thief and a fucking whore.'

   'Excellent idea!' said Mr Harrison.  'Over my knee, Linda.  Time for a
good hard spanking!'

   And the three of them saw to it that her arse got a good seeing to.

   On the bus going home, her bra and knickers in the locker at work, Linda
sat in stunned silence, her face streaked with tears.  She'd been unhappy
with her job BEFORE today but from now on she knew that her life there was
going to become a total misery!