You hotfoot it to the back as fast as you can, careful to slid past the kitchen door. The chef, Ivan, is kind of a creeper, and quite vocal about what a good meal he could make out of you if you'd let him. A quick peek reveals he's busy breaking in his new aide, however, and too distracted to notice you.
You heave a sigh of relief as you continue to the employee changing area. You're already late enough, getting ravaged by the chef would probably land you in a stew pot at this point.
Reluctantly you begin unbuttoning your shirt, methodically stripping out of your school clothes until you stand completely nude in front of your locker. For a few minutes you shiver, soft flesh jiggling a little as you wait patiently for the camera you know is watching you to get it's fill. Finally the locker clicks open and you're allowed to deposit your clothes before retrieving your work "uniform."
While making his eligible employees parade around in the buff might have been an enticing idea for Mr. Salvatore, or any restaurateur who liked live menu items, there were health regulations to consider. And so all wait staff were made to wear a pair of strapped sandals and a red apron that helped to leave something to the patrons' lascivious imaginations.
As you gaze into the provided mirror, you can't help but notice isn't quite as wide as it should be; the soft curves of your chest and belly and the smooth, pale flesh of your hips clearly visible behind the red material. It isn't difficult to think about what the customers would see as he moved around the dining area. Idly you consider that Salvatore should be paying you more since you're clearly being used as an advertisement.
Your thoughts are interrupted as a clack signals the arrival of your name tag, and you balk a bit as you notice your new price point printed. As promised, it's dropped a full $200 from what you originally agreed to be sold for, making you a much more reasonable meal if the "right" customer comes in. For a moment, you consider not taking the risk and running for it, but the locker closing and it's lock resetting ends that fantasy.
Taking a deep breath, you turn to head out and get the shift started. Again you pass the kitchen, taking a quick peek to see if Mark is still there. As it turns out, he's...
