As Su Cheung entered the restaurant via the employees’ entrance, she looked around nervously. The place seemed to be in a state of chaos. Petite, with a mix of oriental and Caucasian features, she tended to feel a little small and out of place wherever she went. The first day at a new job was always tough … and she’d had three of those in the past year. This was not entirely her fault – the first company folded a month after she had started there, the second underwent a radical downsizing that meant new employees were the first to go, and the third … well, the third was somewhat her fault. She had been let go for being “too quiet” … a drawback in the world of telemarketing.
This new waitressing stint would only be temporary, she hoped. She was uncomfortable around strangers, and would much rather have a nice desk job where she could work quietly away at a computer without having to deal with people. But such jobs were not forthcoming, and bills had to be paid.
“Mr Oliver?” she said anxiously.
A tall man with a long, beaky nose swung around to face her. “My God!” he exclaimed. “I’d forgotten how short you were. Everyone! This is Su. Su, this is everyone.”
The restaurant employees milling around the kitchen stopped in their tracks and turned towards her as one. “Hi Su,” they chorused, before going about their work again.
“Terri!” shouted Jack Oliver. “Do we have a uniform small enough for Su?”
A woman in her late thirties came scurrying over. She looked Su up and down. “Good lord,” she said. “I had no idea. Um, I really don’t think so, Jack. We’ve only got Margie’s, and she was … well…” She smiled at Su. “Let’s just say she was rather larger than you, dear.”
“What about the one we had made for Grace’s youngest, for the promotion?” asked Jack.
“Oh! I’d forgotten about that,” said Terri. “Oh but Jack, she was only, what, nine years old?”
“I know,” said Jack, “but I don’t think she was all that much shorter than Su here.”
“Well, I’ll fetch it,” said Terri.
A peach-coloured uniform with a white collar was brought, and Su tried it on in the ladies’. It did, indeed, look as if it had been made for a nine-year-old. There was no way she could wear it, for a couple of reasons. Firstly, it did not even fully cover her white satin panties at the back, though it did (pretty much) at the front. Secondly, it had been designed for a girl with no bust, whereas Su’s C-cups made hers, by comparison, fairly substantial. She was unable to do up the top two buttons, and her breasts were spilling out of the gap, with a significant portion of her bra on show.
She opened the door and peeked out. She caught Terri’s eye and beckoned to her. As Terri trotted over, Su opened the door a little wider so that Terri could see how the uniform looked. Terri’s eyes widened, and she giggled, putting a hand to her mouth.
“Oh my!” she said. “You look as if you’re going to a fancy dress party as a naughty waitress!”
Su nodded glumly. “So what happens now?” she asked.
“Well we can get a new one ordered,” said Terri, “but it’ll take a week to get here. Margie left a bit suddenly, unfortunately, so we were a little unprepared. In the meantime, well, I don’t know. I suppose you’ll have to go home, and just start when your uniform arrives. Patrick’s very strict about waitresses always being in uniform – we couldn’t let you wait tables without one.”
Su sighed – she was dangerously low on funds. “Isn’t there anything we can do with the other uniform? Tuck it up with safety pins or something?”
“Margie was a large lady,” said Terri. “I really don’t think that’s going to work. But I’ll talk to Jack, if you’re desperate to start tonight. Maybe he’ll have some ideas.”
“Thanks,” said Su gratefully. Once Terri had left, she debated whether to change back into her own clothes, but then decided there was little point, if she would be changing again.
Terri returned with Jack. “Look,” she said, with an amused smile.
“Criminy!” said Jack. “I see what you mean. Well Su, I’m afraid you’ll either have to make do with that one for a week, or go home and wait until we get you a uniform that fits.”
“Jack, she can’t wear that!” said Terri, shocked. “This is a family restaurant.”
“There are no families out there right now,” said Jack. “Just a middle-aged couple, a quartet of businessmen, two men and a woman in their twenties, and of course Bob.”
“Yeah, watch out for Bob,” said Terri to Su. “Wandering hands.”
It was Su’s turn to be shocked. “He … gropes the waitresses?”
Terri nodded. “He’s harmless, and he eats here every night,” she said. “We’d hate to lose him as a customer. What I tell all the girls is: just fend him off. If you’re not comfortable doing that, get one of the others to wait on him.”
“How can he be harmless, if he gropes women?” asked Su, not understanding this at all.
“He’s eighty years old,” explained Jack. “We tell him off sometimes for groping the girls, but I don’t he remembers being told off from one night to the next. None of us have the heart to ban him from the place…”
“Besides, he leaves big tips,” said Terri.
“Which will be all the bigger, I’m sure, for a waitress wearing … what you’re wearing,” said Jack.
“Oh hush,” said Terri. “It doesn’t matter anyway – Lindy’s got him tonight.”
“Yeah but Lindy’s off tomorrow,” said Jack. He held up his hands. “I’m just saying!”
“It’s up to you, Su,” said Terri. “If you can stomach going out there in that uniform, by all means go ahead. If someone complains, though, we’ll have to send you home.”
Su bit her lip fretfully. “Well if you think it’s okay for me to wait tables like this, then I suppose I can do that … until I get a proper uniform.”
Jack grinned. “Good girl,” he said. “Now, you’re familiar with the menu and the salad options?”
Su nodded. She had done her homework.
“Excellent,” said Jack. “Get on out there, then, and do us proud.”
Su returned to the kitchen, where all eyes turned immediately towards her, and widened.
“All right, all right, stop gawking,” said Terri, clapping her hands. “It’s just a temporary uniform. Lads, keep your eyes and hands to yourselves.”
Lindy, a waitress in her mid-twenties, was grinning as she came over to Su. “I can’t believe you even fit into little Jasmine’s uniform!” she said. “But don’t worry – you look smashing.”
“Thanks,” said Su, rather mortified.
“You’ve got table three,” said Lindy. “Four men in business suits. I’m sure they’ll tease you about your uniform, but don’t let them get to you. And if any of them touches you, go straight to Terri. We don’t put up with any of that crap here.”
“Except when it comes to Bob?” inquired Su.
“Ah yes, well, Bob’s a special case,” said Lindy, reddening slightly.
“So I heard,” said Su. “But … what do you do?”
Lindy shrugged. “I just deflect his hands with whatever’s available,” she said. “An elbow, a hand, a plate … but he usually gets in a few pats and squeezes before the evening’s over. And then he leaves a fifty-pound tip…”
“Fifty pounds!” exclaimed Su. “But isn’t that … like … prostitution?”
Lindy frowned. “Don’t get judgy!” she said. “I’m not condoning what he does, and I stop him whenever I can … but I’m not going to pass up a fifty-pound tip after all that.”
Su was instantly contrite. “I’m very sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to imply … anything. I suppose I’ll just stay clear of him.”
“That’s fine too,” said Lindy. “Polly won’t go near him either.”
“Is Polly here tonight?” asked Su.
“Nope, it’s just you and me,” said Lindy. “But we can’t stay here chatting – go and see to table three. If someone else comes in, see to them too. I’ve got three tables already.”
Su nervously went to the door leading into the restaurant, then she took a deep breath and stepped through. Scanning the tables quickly, she immediately saw the businessmen, and she walked over to them with as much of an air of confidence as she could muster. “Good evening, gentlemen,” she said. “What can I get you to drink?” As an aid to memory, she quickly assigned them names, based on their appearance: Tubby, Red Moustache, Fish Tie, and Specs.
They were all staring at her, open-mouthed. “Nice uniform!” said a portly man in his fifties – the man she had nicknamed Tubby.
“Isn’t it a little … cold?” inquired a red-headed man with a moustache.
Su felt like her stomach was bouncing around inside her. “It was all they could find for me,” she said. “This is my first day. They’re ordering a proper uniform but it’ll take a few days. Now, what can I get you to drink?”
She was feeling quite proud of herself for how she had handled that, but when they all held up full glasses, she deflated.
“We already have drinks,” said the man with the awful fish tie.
“I’m sorry,” said Su. “I’ll get better. So are you ready to order?”
They were, and she made a mental note of all of their requests. “Aren’t you going to write any of this down?” asked Red Moustache.
“I have a good memory,” she replied with a smile. Actually she had used an old memory trick that she had learned at school – for example, she had imagined a fish tie in the shape of a number 6 (which was garlic stuffed mushrooms on the menu), and a chicken named Alfredo who had a red moustache.
“Pretty, and clever!” said Specs. “Are you single, darling?”
Rather flustered, Su beat a hasty retreat to the kitchen, where she requested the dishes the men had asked for. Terri was very impressed that she could remember all four orders without having written them down. As she was heading back to the door to check for new customers, one of the cooks, his hands full, gestured to a low cupboard nearby.
“You couldn’t get me a ten-inch saucepan out of there, could you?” he asked.
Su stopped and stooped to open the cupboard. Some distance behind her, there was a crash and a yell. She grabbed the saucepan, stood up quickly, and turned.
“Nice one Rog!” Jack was saying angrily to one of the younger lads, who had apparently just spilled something. “Go and get a mop. For God’s sake!”
“I was distracted!” said Rog, glancing over at Su.
“No excuse, mate,” said Jack.
“That was for table six!” said Alex, one of the cooks. “It’ll take another ten minutes to replace it!”
“I’ll go and apologise to them,” said Lindy, heading for the door. She scowled at Su on the way past. “Try not to bend over in here again, will you?”
Su now realised what the distraction had been, and she felt highly embarrassed. But neither Jack nor Terri said anything to her, and she hurriedly got on with her job.
A young couple had just come in, and Su went out to meet them. “Table for two?” she said.
“Yes please,” said the man. She mentally nicknamed him Stubble, and his girlfriend, Chesty … though in her current outfit, she could hardly talk.
She sat them at a table, and took their orders for drinks. Back in the kitchen, she was on her way to fetch a can of beer when Rog said, “Watch out for the…”
She had turned the corner at a brisk pace, and too late noticed the pile of Ravioli in Marinara sauce on the floor in front of her. She stepped in it, slipped, grabbed the counter top as she fell, and ended up sitting down hard in the bulk of the spilled food. Jarred, she sat still for a few moments, recovering, while the sauce quickly soaked into her panties. As she felt the wetness spread around her bottom, she hastily got to her feet, while the other women and men in the kitchen chuckled at her expense.
“Good grief,” said Terri, coming over. “Go and clean yourself up – but be quick!”
Su scurried to the bathroom and used tissues to wipe her panties and bottom. Her panties were now stained brownish-red in parts, which would look just awful … but she could not contemplate going without them.
Back in the kitchen two minutes later, she fetched drinks for Stubble and Chesty, and took them out into the dining area. As she put them down on the table, she was acutely aware that the businessmen behind her would have a perfect view of her panties, and she did not imagine that they would be too gentlemanly to refrain from looking.
A family had just walked in and was staring at Su. Terri came through from the kitchen and made a beeline for them. “Hello,” she said. “I’m sorry about that waitress’s uniform – it’s her first day and it was all we could find for her. We’ll be getting her a proper one as soon as possible, but in the meantime, if it’s going to bother you, I can send her home.”
“No, no,” said the father expansively, “I’m not going to let it bother me, and the kids have seen worse at the beach. What do you think, dear?”
The mother pursed her lips in disapproval, but shrugged. Lindy, who was hovering nearby, showed the family to a table while Su headed back to the kitchen. On her way, she was stopped by Tubby.
“Sit in something?” he inquired with a grin. They were all grinning, in fact.
“Some marinara sauce,” she replied, blushing. “There was a bit of an accident.” She rushed back into the kitchen.
By seven o’clock it was getting quite busy, and Su found herself rushing from table to table, taking orders, checking that everything was all right with people’s meals, getting more drinks, bringing food through from the kitchen, taking empty plates back. She was taken completely by surprise, however, by something that happened as she was gathering plates at Stubble and Chesty’s table.
She was vaguely aware of the eight-year-old boy at the table behind her saying, “But I don’t like it!”
“Were your starters okay?” she asked Stubble and Chesty.
“Delicious!” said Stubble.
“Yes thanks,” said Chesty.
Su did not notice the hem of her uniform being lifted behind her. As she bent to pick up a plate, she did feel the waistband of her panties being pulled, but dismissed it as being a result of her bending over. But then she gasped in horror as a cold, sticky, sludgy mass slid into the back of her panties.
“For heaven’s sake, Timmy, what are you doing?” came the voice of the father at the table behind her.
Su turned around with a shocked expression. The boy was sitting there with an empty bowl and a guilty expression. “I didn’t want it,” he said.
“But whatever possessed you to put it there?” demanded his father. To Su, he added, “I’m terribly sorry!”
“Really Timmy, that was very naughty,” said the mother, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly.
In disbelief, Su carried her plates back to the kitchen, screwing up her face as soft chunks of something-or-other worked their way between her buttocks. As she pushed through the double doors, she passed Lindy, who was looking rather pale. She was about to say something, but Lindy was gone. She spied Terri and went over to talk to her. But the older woman was busy and looking stressed, so Su decided her complaint about the boy could wait.
“Going to the bathroom again?” asked Jack, raising an eyebrow.
“The little boy out there…” began Su, but it was too embarrassing a story to relate to a man. “Never mind.”
In the bathroom, she pulled down her panties and discovered, with disgust, the remains of a prawn cocktail … minus the lettuce, which the boy must have eaten. She plucked a couple of prawns from between her buttocks and wiped her bottom with toilet paper. She gave her panties a cursory wipe-down, then pulled them back up. This really was not her night!
Tugging her uniform back down as far as she could (which was not very far at all, alas), she washed her hands and went out into the kitchen again. She collected starters belonging to a couple in their sixties that she had christened Baldy and Miss Marple, and went back out into the dining area.
The businessmen accosted her almost as soon as she had passed through the doors. “I saw what that boy did,” said Fish Tie. “Bummer!” The rest of them laughed.
She ignored them and made a beeline for Baldy and Miss Marple. “There you go,” she said, placing Miss Marple’s food in front of the old lady.
“Thank you dear,” said Miss Marple, smiling up at her sweetly with tea-stained teeth.
As she turned away from them, Su saw Lindy rush into the kitchen, clutching her stomach. She went over to the businessmen’s table. “Everything all right?” she asked.
“Superb thanks,” said Red Moustache.
“Are you going to be wearing that outfit tomorrow?” asked Tubby. “Because if so, I think I’ll be coming back!”
Su’s stomach churned. “Yes,” she said, “unless someone complains, I suppose. Have you finished with that plate, sir?”
“Who’d complain?” inquired Specs.
Back in the kitchen, Su fetched main courses for Stubble and Chesty, and took them back out. Then she greeted a trio of youngish men (Mole, Chewbacca and Neckless) who had just entered, sat them down, and took their drinks orders. Returning to the kitchen, she was met by Terri.
“Su, you’re on your own I’m afraid,” said Terri, looking very anxious. “Lindy just threw up all over the bathroom, and I’ve sent her home.”
“Oh my goodness!” said Su. “I did think she was looking pale…”
“I just hope it wasn’t something she ate here,” said Terri. “Oh well – you’re doing a stellar job out there. Can you handle it?”
Su gulped. “I’ll do my best,” she said.
“If it looks like you’re struggling, I’ll jump in, uniform or not,” said Terri. “But you seem to be doing very well so far.”
“Thanks,” said Su.
From that moment on, she found herself rushed off her feet. The restaurant was getting full, and she had to almost run from table to table. For the first time, she found herself at eighty-year-old Bob’s table. Remembering what Lindy had said about his wandering hands, she eyed him warily as she said, “Everything all right, sir?”
“Wonderful, thank you,” said Bob. “That’s a lovely uniform you’re wearing!”
“It was all they had to give me,” said Su. “I’ll be getting a proper one soon.”
“Ooh, I hope not,” said Bob. “I like this one!”
“Yes, well, it’s a little too small,” said Su. “Here, let me get that plate.”
She had to lean across the table to get the plate, and unfortunately this brought her barely-covered chest within inches of the table, and certainly within striking distance of Bob’s left hand. She did not notice as he grasped a button on her uniform – it was the topmost button that she had been able to fasten. What she did notice, however, was his right hand as it grasped her left buttock. She immediately stood up straight. “Bob!” she admonished him. “Please keep your hands to yourself.”
Bob merely grinned and chuckled. Su took his plate and went to check on Mole, Chewbacca and Neckless. They smiled at her, and all three of them looked down at her chest. Arseholes, she thought to herself. But then it occurred to her that her chest was feeling even more exposed than before. She looked down, and gasped as she saw that the button she had fastened beneath her breasts had somehow come undone.
“Oh my goodness!” she said, and hastily moved to refasten it. But she could not find the button – only a dangling thread remained where it had been. Looking over suspiciously at Bob, she saw him watching her with a lecherous smile. He waved at her.
“He ripped off my button!” she said indignantly.
“Dirty old man,” said Chewbacca, chuckling.
Su was at a loss what to do with her uniform now. The topmost fastened button was only just above her navel. The front fastening of her bra was exposed, as was a considerable area of both bra cups. She almost felt like quitting … but with Lindy off sick, this would leave the restaurant in a bit of a bind, and she did not want to do that to Terri, who had been very nice.
“So how is everything?” she asked, more curtly than she intended.
“Great,” said Mole.
“Especially the view,” added Neckless.
Su pursed her lips as she went to the collect Stubble and Chesty’s plates. “Can I interest you in dessert?” she asked. She rattled off the list of available choices.
“Crème Brulee for me please,” said Stubble.
“I’ll have the cheesecake, please,” said Chesty.
Su smiled and nodded, then went to another table to take main course orders. By the time she got back to the kitchen, her head was spinning with orders which she was struggling to keep straight.
“Where have you been?” demanded Jack. “These starters have been ready for five minutes!”
“I’m sorry!” she said. “It’s a bit crazy out there.”
“It’s crazy in here!” he replied.
“Leave her alone, Jack,” said Terri sharply. “She’s doing a brilliant job.”
Su smiled gratefully at Terri, then relayed her latest orders to the cooks. She then gathered up as many starters as she could carry, but there were still some left on the counter that she would have to come back for. Then Terri came over. “I’ll give you a hand,” she said with a smile.
“Thanks!” said Su. She backed up a little to go around Terri, but yelped with pain as her bottom connected with something hot. She almost dropped everything she was carrying, but managed to put them down without incident. “Ow!” she said.
“Sorry!” said Rog, passing by with a hot saucepan. “I didn’t see you there.”
“What happened?” asked Terri.
“I just burned my buttock on that pan!” said Su, reaching back to feel the spot.
“Goodness!” said Terri. “Is it bad? Let me look.”
Su lifted up the back of her uniform and pulled her panties open at the back so that Terri could see the spot high on her buttock where the saucepan had touched her.
Terri peered at it. “Just a small red mark,” she said. “I think you’ll be fi… oof!” That last exclamation was a result of Alex rushing past and jogging her elbow.
Su gasped as she felt, for the second time this evening, a warm, sludgy mass flooding into the back of her panties. “What on Earth?” she said, letting go of both her panties and her uniform. Her waistband snapped back into place, and her uniform dropped to its former position.
“I’m so sorry!” cried Terri. Then she shouted, “Bloody hell, Alex! Look what you made me do!” She sighed and turned back to Su. “Oh Su, I’m really sorry. That was mussels in white sauce. Alex hit my elbow and I lost control of the dish. Please forgive me – I’ll go out and apologise myself to table eight. Alex! You’d better replace those mussels damn quickly!”
Su groaned. “There seems to be a running theme this evening!” she said. “I’ll clean up later – there’s too much work to be done.” She gathered up an armful of starters again.
“That’s the spirit,” said Terri, patting her on the shoulder. “You’re a real trooper, Su.”
Su smiled as she took the starters back out into the dining area. She tried to ignore the mussels and white sauce in the back of her panties, but it was not easy, particularly when a couple of the mussels slipped between her buttocks and began sliding back and forth over her anus with each step. Another mussel had crept forward and was nuzzling against her vaginal opening.
She handed out the starters, and was heading back to the kitchen when, out of nowhere, a small boy hurtled around a table and barrelled into her. His head connected with her stomach below her ribcage, and she doubled over, winded.
“Good heavens, Simon!” said the boy’s father. Simon was apparently Timmy’s younger brother. “Watch where you’re going!”
“Are you all right?” asked the boys’ mother in concern.
“I’ll … be fine!” managed Su in a breathless voice. “Just … get my … breath back…”
“Here, sit down for a minute,” said the father, pulling out Simon’s chair and turning it towards Su.
Still doubled over, she sat down, and immediately felt her buttocks and pussy squish into something that was definitely not part of the chair. There was also a plate beneath whatever it was.
“Oh Simon, why on Earth did you put your cheesecake on your chair?” asked his father in exasperation.
The ridiculousness of the situation suddenly got too much for Su, and her shoulders started to shake in silent laughter. She sat up straight, her panties squishing deeper into the cheesecake, and put her hands over her mouth as she giggled uncontrollably. The boys’ mother joined in, as did the boys themselves, and several of the nearby patrons who had been following the action with interest.
“I’m sorry,” said Su, wiping a tear from her eye. “It’s just … I seem to be doomed to be messy this evening.”
The mother reached out and squeezed Su’s arm. “Poor thing,” she said. “And this is your first day, isn’t it?”
Su nodded, and got stickily to her feet. “Well, I must get back to work,” she said.
“I’m not feeling well,” said Timmy, plucking his father’s arm. But his father was too distracted to pay much attention.
Su made another couple of uneventful trips back and forth between the dining area and kitchen. She paused briefly to wipe the skin of her buttocks and upper thighs free of cheesecake, but she did not bother to wipe her panties or empty them. Finally she got around to bringing out Stubble and Chesty’s desserts. “I’m sorry about the delay,” she said.
“It’s quite all right,” said Stubble. “I can’t believe they’re making you take care of all of us on your own … and on your first day, too!”
“Timmy, no!” came an anguished cry from behind Su.
“HEUUUURRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!”
Su’s eyes bulged as something warm and wet cascaded over her buttocks and poured into the back of her panties. She knew immediately what it was – Timmy had just thrown up, and used her panties as a receptacle. As he let go of her waistband, a river of vomit ran down between her buttocks and along her gusset, bathing her pussy in the foul mess.
“I’m most dreadfully sorry!” said Timmy’s father as Su turned around in shock. He picked up a napkin. “Here – let me clean you off.”
“Don’t you dare!” said his wife, frowning.
Su sighed. “Don’t worry about it,” she said. She made her way over to Bob, who was watching her in amusement. “Bob, I’m sorry to have neglected you for so long. Dessert?”
“I’ll have the cheesecake please,” he said, grinning.
Su nodded, and leaned across the table to pick up his plate, which he had placed inconveniently far away. Again this brought her chest close to the table, and again he did not waste the opportunity. Su gasped as his hand actually slid inside her right bra cup and grasped her breast. She felt him tweak her nipple between his finger and thumb. She stood up hurriedly, but as Bob’s hand came out of her bra, he did not immediately let go of her breast, which popped out into the open.
“Bob!” she said severely as she tucked herself back in. “You’re a naughty man.”
“That’s true,” he admitted, his old eyes twinkling, “but you’ll be getting a great tip tonight.”
“I’d better!” she replied, not much mollified.
With her panties full of a mixture of vomit, mussels and white sauce, and sagging well below her hemline, Su walked rather stiff-legged back to the kitchen. Terri sniffed the air.
“What’s that smell?” she asked.
“One of the boys puked in my knickers,” said Su with a sigh.
“Uh-oh – what had he eaten?” asked Terri sharply.
“I don’t know what he had for a starter, but it looked like he had chicken for his main course.”
Terri groaned. “Lindy had some chicken earlier,” she said. “God – I hope more people don’t get sick. Better tell anyone else who orders chicken that we’ve run out.”
Su nodded. “Will do,” she said.
“Well I hate to do this to you,” said Terri, “but I’ve got to run. Emergency at home.”
Su’s heart sank. “Don’t worry – I can cope,” she said.
“Thanks!” said Terri. “I know you will. I’ll talk to Patrick about giving you a nice bonus for tonight’s efforts – you’ve really earned it!”
“Thank you,” said Su. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”
Terri nodded. “Bye!” she said.
A mixture of white sauce and the runnier part of Timmy’s vomit was running down the backs of Su’s legs, so she grabbed a couple of paper towels and wiped her legs all the way up to her panties. What was left in there was mostly more solid stuff now, which hopefully would not leak out. She picked up a few more main courses, and carried them into the dining area.
Having handed them out, she returned to the businessmen and bent over their table to pick up their plates. They watched her breasts keenly as they wobbled about in her mostly-exposed bra. “You’re not going to empty that boy’s puke out of your knickers?” asked Fish Tie in amusement.
“I’d love to, but I’m just too busy!” she said. “Besides, something else messy is bound to happen.”
“Well, since you’re messy anyway,” said Tubby craftily, “do you mind if I put the rest of my chocolate fudge cake in your knickers?”
“Of course I mind!” said Su sternly. “Just because I’m dressed like this doesn’t mean I’m easy.”
“Of course not,” said Tubby, contrite. “My apologies.”
Su marched back into the kitchen, and returned a moment later with desserts for Baldy and Miss Marple. She was feeling very stressed and tired when, fifteen minutes later, she brought Bob his bill. Once again she had to lean across the table to pick up his cheesecake plate. As she grasped it, she felt his hand between her thighs, his fingers stroking her pussy through her wet panties. She was about to straighten up when she looked down and noticed that the fingers of his other hand were grasping the fastening of her bra. If she stood up, the fastening would pop open, freeing both of her breasts.
“Bob!” she hissed. “Let go of me!”
But Bob simply wormed an arthritic finger inside the gusset of her panties, where it began to probe between her labia. This was too much – Su straightened up quickly and stepped backward. Sure enough, her bra came apart at the front and she had to hastily cover her exposed breasts. She quickly fastened the clasp again.
“I can’t believe they let you keep coming here!” she whispered fiercely to Bob, before turning on her heel and walking away from him.
Then it was back to Chewbacca, Mole and Neckless, who had some time ago finished their main courses. “I’m so sorry about the delay,” she said to them. “Would you like desserts?”
“I know what I’d like for dessert,” said Mole, chuckling.
“What have you got?” asked Chewbacca.
She reeled them off, and they placed their orders. Then it was back to the kitchen with more plates. The top one, balanced precariously, had been barely touched. She yelped as she was jostled by Rog, and the plate began to slide towards her chest. “Oh no!” she cried as it tipped towards her and slipped down between her chest and the rest of the plates. Spaghetti and Bolognese sauce poured down her chest, catching the edge of the plate and diverting either side so that the mess slid downward over both of her breasts.
She laid the whole lot down on the counter, and caught hold of the runaway plate. Placing it down next to the rest, she gasped as she saw that her bra had come unfastened again. Her naked breasts were dripping with Bolognese sauce, and a single strand of spaghetti was looped over her left nipple.
She fastened her bra again, but noticed with alarm that it would not snap as tightly as it normally should. That old bastard Bob had apparently damaged it when she had pulled away from him so quickly. She rolled her eyes and groaned – this night was going from bad to worse. Actually it had already done that – now it was going from worse to absolutely horrible.
Yet she was determined to finish the job, and not let Terri down. She gave her chest a cursory wipe-down, then grabbed some desserts to take out to the diners. Red Moustache was looking distinctly pale, and she remembered nervously that he had had the chicken. She handed out desserts and then went over to the table next to the businessmen, where the second family was sitting.
“Everything all right here?” she asked.
“Fine thanks,” said the father, staring at her chest. His wife elbowed him in the ribs.
Too late, Su felt her uniform being lifted at the back.
“HAAUUUUUURRRRRRRRGGHHHHH!!!!”
More chunky fluid poured over her buttocks and settled into her panties. She sighed. Would this never end? She turned to face Red Moustache, who was looking ill and wiping his mouth. “You couldn’t get to the bathroom to do that?” she asked him pointedly as Fish Tie and Specs high-fived each other. She did not notice what Tubby was doing until he had pulled open the front of her panties. “Hey!” she exclaimed.
But he had already dropped part of his sticky chocolate fudge cake into the front of her panties. “Yes!” he cried jubilantly as he let go of the waistband and dropped her uniform.
“You sod!” she rebuked him.
“Well everyone else was doing it!” he said defensively.
Her bra popped open at this point, and the businessmen cheered. Blushing, Su covered her breasts and rushed into the kitchen. “I can’t do this any more!” she wailed.
Jack hurried over. “Yes you can,” he said firmly. “You’re almost there – most of those people out there are ready or nearly ready to leave. Things will start winding down pretty soon – then you can relax and clean up.”
Su sighed, and nodded. “Sorry, I was just frustrated. My uniform seems to be inviting all kinds of harassment out there, and my bra keeps bursting open, thanks to Bob. And now two people have thrown up in my knickers.” Her buttocks and pussy were now wallowing in a thick, warm mass of vomit, and plenty of mussels were floating around in there too, along with the piece of Tubby’s chocolate fudge cake which was nuzzling against her clitoris. Her panties were bulging obscenely from the large quantity of mess within, but she knew that if she went to the bathroom to empty them out, she would feel compelled to clean herself up too … and she simply did not have time for that. “Okay,” she said, “I’m ready to face them again.” She picked up two more desserts.
“Good girl,” said Jack, pleased. He had been terrified she would quit … and with no Lindy or Terri, he would have been in a real mess of his own.
“Why does that lady have food in her knickers?” a little girl belonging to the second family wanted to know.
“Shh,” her mother said. “It’s just leftovers that people didn’t want to eat. She probably didn’t have room for them anywhere else.”
“Well improvised,” muttered her husband.
Su, oblivious to this exchange, went to give Mole, Chewbacca and Neckless their desserts. As she bent over their table, her bottom came very close to the little girl at the next table. Her panties by this time were sagging rather drastically, and as she bent a little further, the hemline of her uniform actually cleared the waistband of her panties. A small amount of buttock cleavage was revealed between the two garments, and this presented an irresistible opportunity for the little girl. Picking up a handful of fish, she carefully and deliberately pushed it into the back of Su’s panties, between her buttocks.
“Lily – no!”
Startled, Su straightened up and turned around with an indignant expression, which softened immediately upon seeing the cute little girl.
“I’m very sorry!” said the girl’s mother, horrified.
“Don’t worry about it,” said Su. “At this point I’m beyond caring. Will you be having desserts?”
“I don’t think so,” said the mother, before her husband could reply. “If you could just bring us the bill...?”
“Of course,” said Su. “And listen – I’m very sorry about my outfit tonight. I realise it’s not exactly family viewing. I promise that the next time you come in, if I’m still here, I’ll be decent.”
“Don’t worry about it,” said the father. “Your boss explained it to us – we know it’s not your fault.”
“Thank you – you’re very kind,” said Su.
Next she fetched Bob’s bill and credit card, keeping her distance from his hands. After that, as Jack had predicted, things slowed down steadily as people paid and left. Several times Su had to refasten her bra after it popped open unexpectedly, but fortunately she managed to avoid flashing any of the children. When she returned to Bob’s empty table, she stared with wide eyes at the pile of money he had left. She picked it up and counted it. Then she hurried through to the kitchen – but carefully, since her panties were still packed full of congealing vomit and assorted food items.
“Jack!” she exclaimed. “Jack, look! Bob left two hundred pounds on the table!”
He grinned. “Ordinarily we would split it between all of the wait-staff,” he said. “But since Lindy went home sick and you’ve had a heck of a job to do on your own, under … difficult circumstances, I think you should keep it all. I’m sure Terri will back me up on that.”
“Thanks!” said Su.
She continued serving the remaining customers, until the last of them had left. Heaving a huge sigh of relief, she refastened her bra for the umpteenth time, and went back through to the kitchen.
“Well done!” said Jack. “Thanks for sticking around. I know it’s been a tough night, but … will you be back tomorrow?”
Su shuddered at the thought, but nodded. “Yes I suppose so,” she said. “I just hope people won’t take such liberties tomorrow.”
“Well Bob’ll be back,” said Jack. “But hopefully you’ve learned how to deal with him by now…”
“I’m not so sure,” said Su, with a grimace. “But his tip will certainly help…”
Jack chuckled. “I’m sure it will,” he said. “Oh well – have a good night. Oh, but – I presume you’ll want to clean up before you leave?”
Su shook her head. “I’ll clean up at home,” she said. “Thanks though.”
She collected her clothes, waved goodbye to the staff who had remained to clean up and wash dishes, and then she left. Getting into her car was a tricky and unpleasant business – in order to keep the seat clean, she laid out her jeans and t-shirt beneath her before settling down squishily on the cushion of congealing vomit and food in her panties.
She shuddered as a mussel, inconveniently positioned, slipped inside her. Driving home, she found herself suddenly very tired, and wanting nothing more than to sleep. She knew she should clean herself up first, but for now she just could not summon up the energy. Crawling into bed in just her messy panties, she curled up around her pillow, and was soon fast asleep…