"I'll be right out," Nancy said, quickly pulling on the uniform and buttoning up as best she could. In her haste, she didn't bother to put her bra on first.
Then, nervously, she stepped out of the closet.
"About time," Mel said. "You've got tables waiting. And I'm seating a new party."
Nancy nodded. She tried not think about under-dressed she was as she approached the new party. There were six guys seated around the table. They wore suits and ties, and looked like the kind of guys who tipped well.
"Hi, guys," she said, bending forward a little as she spoke. If she had to wear this rather revealing dress, she was going to make it work for her, she had decided as she left the closet. "I'm Nan. I'll be your waitress. Can I start you off with something to drink?"
The men all seemed to be unable to take their eyes off her, but, one by one, they gave her their drink orders.
After Nancy brought them their drinks, she had to take an order from another table. Then another. Then the large group was ready to order. Then she had to pick up some meals that were ready for delivery to a table.
Nancy quickly found herself too busy to be worried about her too-small, revealing uniform. In fact, she very quickly forgot all about what she was wearing as she rushed to fill one order after another.
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