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."
