Cody and Hal

Cody had finished her hair and makeup for her server job interview. Her look was sweet and fresh.

"Hal, what should I wear? How about this?" she asked, coming into the sitting room and turning around. She wore a cream blouse, and a knee-length black skirt with black hose and black pumps.

"Very professional, Princess!" Hal answered.

"Thank you!" she beamed.

"But that's too office-like. You're interviewing for a waitress job at a bar, not an office assistant."

Cody put a finger in her mouth. "I dunno," she said. "I've never been to a job interview before and I thought this is kinda what I'd wear."

"Yeah I understand, but the restaurant is a kind of theme club. It's a bar and grill kind of place right?"

Cody nodded. "Yeah. So what then?"

"Something more informal but still smart. Maybe a shorter skirt with that really nice t-shirt."

"A shorter skirt? A mini skirt?"

"Yeah, your denim skirt."

Cody put her finger in her mouth again. "That one? But that's a short, short mini skirt. For a job interview wouldn't it be too short?"

"Nope, not for Blair. It's actually pretty standard," said Hal. "Try it on. You have ten minutes before we have to leave." Cody nodded doubtfully and disappeared into the bedroom.

Two minutes later, she was back out. Her denim mini skirt was super short. She was still wearing her dark hose. "What do you think?" she asked.

"I love it! What are you wearing under your pantyhose?"

"Just my regular black panties."

"No panties under your pantyhose, Princess. For me."

"What! Really?"

"Yes. Hurry up now. I have to be at work soon."

"But I'll be naked under my mini skirt. Why?"

"No you won't, your pantyhose is your underwear. It's my kickback for getting you the interview."

Cody looked mildly panicked. She reached under her skirt and shimmied down her pantyhose as she left the sitting room. "I dunno about this," she said.

"It's fine," chuckled Hal as he got his jacket and the delivery truck keys. "Come one Princess, hurry up!"

"Boots? Heels?" she called.

"Mules!"

Cody grabbed her backless mules and slipped her feet in. "This is a pretty risqué mini skirt," she muttered. "And I can feel my pantyhose against me n'stuff."

Hal drove while Cody touched up her makeup in the rear view mirror and kept tugging down her mini skirt. Hal patted her thigh reassuringly, feeling the texture of her pantyhose. "You'll do great Princess!"

"I hope so," she said. "I really need the income."

Hal let her out in the parking lot. "Go on in," he said. "Text me when you're done. Good luck!"

"Thank you Daddy!" She kissed him and jumped out. She shouldered her purse, pulled the hem of her skirt down, and headed inside. Hal watched her walk up to the door, eyeing the shortness of her skirt and her exposed, pantyhosed thighs.

Blair was waiting for her inside.

"Cody?" he asked, as she came through the doors.

"Yeah! Hi!" she chirped, and extended her hand.

"Hi Cody! I'm Blair," he said shaking her hand. "Welcome to the Barefoot Bar and Grill!" He looked her up and down. She was very pretty, like a girl-next-door, fresh, innocent beauty. Yet her skirt was so short, and her beautiful legs looked sensual with the black pantyhose. It contrasted sharply with her polite, sunny innocence.

"Thank you for calling me in!" she said.

"No, thank you for coming!" said Blair. "We're not opening for another twenty minutes, but my last girl quit last shift, and it's literally only me and the kitchen. We're a small bar and grill but I'm the only one holding the front end right now. We've had a high turnover in our waitstaff since opening, unfortunately."

"Omigosh!" Cody said, "Well I hope I can help!"

"Well, let's find out. Hal spoke very highly of you. Come into the office and let's talk."

They passed the kitchen and Blair nodded at a big, friendly looking man working the grill. He waved back. "Hello!" he called out.

"Hey Martin!" Blair called in return. "This is Martin, our cook. He's getting the kitchen going for lunch. Daniel is in the back somewhere helping with prep. Martin, this is Cody. She's here to interview for the server position."

"Hi Cody!" called Martin. "Nice to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you too Martin!" Cody called back.

They walked on into the pub office where Blair shut the door and gestured to a chair next to his desk. The desk faced the wall, so the two sat opposite each other. Cody nervously tugged her mini skirt down and crossed her legs. Blair couldn't help watching her legs as she crossed them. He could hear the hissing sound of her hosiery as her thighs slid against each other.

"Well let me quickly tell you about our club. We opened a month ago and business is still picking up as people discover us. We aim to serve a predominantly male demographic with very specific tastes, so we have the man-cave decor and sports on the big screen televisions. We only have female waitstaff, and we have a special, mandatory uniform for the waitstaff and hostess. Are you comfortable with that?"

"Yeah, I can be fine with that," said Cody. A job's a job, she figured, and the money would really help.

"Okay great! So, why don't you tell me what you qualities you bring to the Barefoot Bar and Grill?" he asked.

"Well, I'm really outgoing, I love meeting new people and talking with them, and I'd love to help make sure your customers have a great time!" she said.

As she talked, Blair realized he could see up her skirt because it was so short and had ridden up high on her pantyhosed thighs when Cody sat down. He could see what appeared to be some of Cody's bare pussy pushing through the dark mesh of her pantyhose. He tried not to stare at the little translucent triangle as she talked but his heart was starting to race. Was she really not wearing panties under her pantyhose? She was so pretty, and her outfit was very sexy, he thought. He loved how she dangled her mules off her toes.

"And you're 18, right?"

"Yes," she answered.

"Okay well, we'd have to be careful since you're not of legal serving age for alcohol behind the bar, only in the restaurant. We would have to ensure you never go behind the bar at any time, and that you're always in the restaurant area."

"Okay! Does that mean you're hiring me?" she asked.

Blair smiled slyly. "Well, you know what? Like I said, I have nobody on shift in ten minutes. How would you like to try helping me hostess and serve tables for the lunch crowd?"

"Wow!" she gasped. "Really?"

"Yup! I realize you don't know the ropes here, and that's okay. We'll just see how you do under pressure," he laughed. He tried to keep his eyes from flicking to her dark-tinted, pantyhosed pussy.

"Um! Wow! Okay!" Her eyes were wide. "Where do I start?"

"Let's start by getting you into a Barefoot uniform."

"What's the uniform?"

"Well, we normally have the girls wear a cropped, white t-shirt with an official Barefoot Bar and Grill skirt, and clear heels."

"Like stripper heels?"

"Almost. It's part of our theme. So we just need to find you a skirt and cropped t-shirt and a pair of heels in your size."

He rummaged through a rack near the filing cabinet on which hung assorted garments: chef outfits, some trousers, men's dress shirts and a random belt. There were also uniforms and several shoe boxes. He pulled out a black, pleated, flared mini skirt along with a white cropped t-shirt, a shoe box, and handed it all to her. Cody took it and looked at the mini skirt with wide eyes.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"It's... it's cute," she said but her eyes betrayed her nervousness.

"Yup, we have both the skirts and t-shirts custom made. Just go into the bathroom there and slip it all on."

Cody nodded nervously and took the heels, skirt and tiny t-shirt into the bathroom. She returned a minute later.

Blair again suppressed the urge to gasp. The little pleated skirt was as short on her as her denim skirt, but flared out teasingly and dangerously, like a puffy cheerleader skirt. It was definitely a uniform skirt because of how the box pleats made the skirt flare out so wide all the way around Cody's waist. Her long, pantyhosed legs were mostly exposed down to her heels.

The heels were mules and were clear plastic, top and bottom. There was no back strap. Her pantyhosed feet were clearly visible as though she wore no heels.

The cropped t-shirt was as outrageous as the mini skirt. It had a logo in a circle on the upper right side featuring the silhouette of a woman's arched feet with pointed toes. The crop top came down to just the bottoms of Cody's breasts. It was clearly too small.

"It looks great!" said Blair. "But I can see the edge of your jet-black bra and it's not a good look, because it's showing through the white t-shirt, so you'll need to take the bra off."

"Um..." said Cody, shyly looking at all her exposed bare midriff. She wanted to protest, but he had just offered her a test shift. "Isn't this t-shirt a little bit risqué for no bra though?"

"No, no. It's great! It looks really cute! Cody: no bra, please."

"Hmm, okay..." Her voice trailed off. She turned away and slowly pulled her bra off from underneath her t-shirt. She turned back. Blair glanced down at the hint of Cody's bare underboob and quickly looked back up, but she caught where he was looking. She tugged the t-shirt down trying to get more coverage but it still left the twin slivers of her bare underboob peeking out.

"Now we have a strict dress code for the girls here, so you're never wearing a bra, right?"

"Um, yeah... no bra." Cody felt increasingly uncomfortable. The reason for no bra seemed to have changed suddenly. And the uniform felt slutty.

"Okay good. And also as part of the dress code, you'll need to go with bare legs for your skirt."

"What," she said, her hand going reflexively to tug the skirt's hem down.

"A thong," Rob said casually. "You're wearing a thong underneath, right?"

"Um..." Cody hesitated.

"Just please slip your pantyhose off. We need you to go with bare legs."

Cody stared at him. "What."

"Bare legs. Do you never go out with bare legs in a skirt?"

"Yeah but I'm not wearin-"

"Do you want this job, Cody?" Blair cut her off.

"Y- yes," she stammered.

"Then please take your pantyhose off, Cody."

"But... but I'm wearing a mini skirt..." she said softly. She stood like a doe frozen in oncoming headlights.

"Look I know you're new to this, but in the hospitality industry, there are expectations and standards we follow, so please get on board, okay? I really don't have to do this favor for Hal, you know."

"Omigosh..." she whimpered. "But please, if I just could wear pantyhose underneath this one time?"

"It looks like I'm going to have to tell Hal that you both wasted my time."

Her mouth opened in disbelief. There was a brief silence. She closed it. Cody reached up under her uniform mini skirt. She paused.

"Can you turn around a sec?" she whispered.

Blair folded his arms.

Cody looked down at the floor, feeling humiliated. She slowly pulled her pantyhose down, carefully keeping her mini skirt hem modest, and stepped out of them while Blair watched.

"Okay. I've taken them off," she whispered, her face burning red.

"Good girl! I love a team player. Leave your pantyhose over on my chair there, okay?"

"Okay," she whispered.

"Alright! Let's open the House. Text Hal that you're working a shift, and come on with me."

Blair unlocked the front door, turned on the main lights, and started the house music. He handed Cody an order paper pad with pen and showed her the cash terminal. The place was empty of customers so she wandered around familiarizing herself with the area and looking over the menu.

She also tried to get a feel for her new uniform. The cropped t-shirt was inching its way up the bottoms of her breasts as she moved, increasing the amount of her underboob. If she reached up too far, the brown swirls of her areolas would show, and her areolas had little bumps that she was self-conscious about. She knew she would have to keep an eye on it.

As for her mini skirt, the unusually wide flare of the pleats kept it completely off her hips and bum. The pleats were so flared that she barely felt it swishing against herself when she walked. So she couldn't tell what the skirt was doing if she leaned forward or reached upward. Without any panties on, the sensation of bareness and feeling exposed was nerve-wracking and disorienting. She felt wide open underneath.

The heels of her bare feet would softly but clearly make a slapping sound in her clear mules as she walked, which made her feel self-conscious about her feet.

Martin came out to the front of the house. "Hey Blair! Daniel says we didn't get the apple pie in the bakery order. Just FYI."

Martin turned to see Cody and his eyes popped. "Whoa, holy moly!"

Cody's eyes widened. "Wh-what? What's wrong?"

"Nothing! Nothing at all, wow. What a hot outfit."

Cody blushed, putting a hand over her nose and mouth. "Thank you Martin," she said.

"Thank you!" he laughed going back to the kitchen. His eyes stayed riveted on her as he sauntered back. "Psst... Daniel come out here and check out the new girl in her new outfit!"

Blair smiled. "You'll make great tips, Cody, trust me."

"Okay," she said, "If you say so."

The front door opened and a heavy-set older man shuffled in. "Afternoon," he nodded at Blair.

"Afternoon Hank. Your usual table's open." Hank nodded and shuffled to the far corner. His eyes opened up when he saw Cody.

"Hank this is Cody, our new server. Cody, Hank has been our most loyal customer since we opened. You want your usual Hank?"

Hank nodded as he sat down. He kept looking at Cody. "Ay-yuh," he said. "My regular please." Cody came over with a set of cutlery and a menu and laid it out for Hank.

"Hello Hank, I'm Cody. What's your regular?" she asked sweetly.

Hank's eyes were fixed on Cody's large breasts pushing through her cropped t-shirt, especially the smooth, bare crescents of her underboob coming out. Cody ignored his eyes and smiled. She didn't realize her nipples were making little bumps and a shadowy hint of her areolas were showing through the fabric. "Ahh... the shepherd's pie, please, Beautiful. And a black coffee."

"Okay!" she said brightly, and spun around to take his order back to the kitchen. As she spun, the hem of her pleated mini skirt bounced up, and about one generous inch of the cheeks of her bare bum flashed. Her hand moved around reflexively to smooth the hem down over her bare ass.

"Jesus," said Hank.

"Pardon?" said Cody, looking over her shoulder.

"Nothing, nothing, Beautiful," said Hank.

"Okies!" she said innocently and walked back to the servery. Martin and Daniel had watched everything through the opening between the servery and the kitchen. They were both rock-hard from watching Cody lean forward in her mini skirt. A hint of her bare bum kept winking in and out of view as she was setting Hank's table.

"Hi Cody, I'm Daniel!" Daniel was a little shorter and thinner than Martin.

Cody pinned the order to the servery wheel and rotated it across to Martin. "Well hi Daniel! Pleased to meet you! Here's our first order! One-"

"- shepherd's pie," finished Martin. "I know, Hank's regular." Cody laughed and turned to pour Hank's coffee.

"He's in here almost every day. He's gonna be disappointed about the no apple pie," said Daniel.

"Thanks for the heads up Daniel!" Cody smiled. She was determined to keep her mind on doing the best job she could and keep her mind off the feeling of wearing nothing underneath her flaring, pleated mini skirt. She served Hank his black coffee and then headed back to the front reception, where she bumped into Blair carrying a DSLR camera with a big flash mounted on top.

"Ah there you are!" Blair smiled. "It's dead again in here, so I'd like to do some promo shots for the restaurant."

"Whoa, Hal told you about my photography skills?" she asked.

Blair laughed. "No, no, Hal told me you model, and yeah, you're really photogenic. I think you should be the face of the Barefoot Bar and Grill!"

Cody froze. "What."

"Yes, seriously. Come on over to the bar. Let's get some shots of you."

"Umm..."

"Come on Cody, Hal said you were really a good poser. Are you going to hit a home run for the team, and pose for some promo shots or not?"

"Uh. Uh. Okay," she said meekly.

"That's a good girl! Come stand by the bar." He stepped back and aimed the camera at her.

"What should I do?" Cody asked. "How should I pose?"

"Hal said you know how to pose. So just do sexy poses. Face away from me and look over your shoulder."

Cody put her hands on the bar and went up on her toes. Her heels lifted off the backs of her mules. Her bare legs were straight and taut. She looked over her shoulder and gave a big, innocent smile.

"Beautiful, beautiful, yeah just like that," said Blair. Out of the corner of her eye, Cody could see Hank watching curiously from the corner. Daniel stared through the servery.

"Dammit, Daniel, help me get the order up," said Martin.

"Keep doing that, push your butt out a little," called Blair to Cody.

Cody stayed on her toes and pushed out her butt. Cody didn't realize that this made her little mini skirt pop up in the back. The bottom of her bare ass cheeks peeked out as she held the pose. Blair took several photos of her. "A little more push," he called. Cody did as she was told, and more of her bare ass cheeks showed.

Hank had quietly pulled out his smart phone and started videoing Cody.

"Spread your legs apart more when you do that," called Blair. Cody was feeling increasingly uncomfortable but she planted her feet wider and went up on her toes again. This time the bottom of her bare vulva and pussy lips peeked out from under her mini skirt's hem. Blair went down into a crouch and took photos that showed more underneath her skirt. From his angle, Blair could see Cody's big, puffy, bare pussy showing.

"Order up!" called Martin. Cody jumped.

"Oh! Ok hang on. Blair, please?" she nodded her head toward the servery. Blair nodded yes and smiled while Cody popped into the servery to get Hank's order. Martin and Daniel were grinning.

"Hey supermodel!" Martin teased. Cody blushed.

"Stop! I don't even wanna be doing this," she said, and took Hank's order to him.

Hank's eyes were glazed and his breath was shallow. He slipped his phone out of sight as she brought his order over. "Thank you Beautiful," he said hoarsely.

"Awe, you're welcome Hank!" Cody said sweetly. She returned to the bar reluctantly.

"Now where were we," said Blair. "Can you push out your chest and run your hands through your hair please? Big smiles, too."

The photographing and videoing began again as Cody twisted and turned, playing with her hair. The action of lifting her arms up caused her crop t-shirt to hitch up, exposing her bare, hard nipples.

Daniel looked at Martin and hissed, "Oh my god, she's popping right out of her top!"

"Yeah, like that, keep going Cody!" Blair breathed. Something about the expression on his face made Cody glance down and see that her nipples had popped out. She squeaked and yanked her shirt down.

"Blaaaiiiir!" she wailed. My bare nipples were showing! Delete that right now!"

"Don't worry about it Cody, I will. Look, how about you hop up on the bar here and get on your stomach."

"Not until you delete those!"

"I will, I promise! Can we just get this done?"

Cody folded her arms. Blair raised his eyebrows. Cody sighed.

She hopped up on the bar and stretched out on her stomach, intensely guarding the hem of her mini skirt and the edge of her t-shirt as she did so.

"How do you want me to pose here," she asked. "I don't want anything showing, understand?"