Faith found her manager and approached him, trying her best to sound normal. "Is there any chance I could clock out early?"
Her manager, a middle-aged guy with a scruffy beard, looked up, clearly surprised. "What's going on, Faith? You're not feeling sick, are you?"
Faith hesitated. She didn't want to explain. Did
he
know about her incident?
"I'm not sick...but I do feel uncomfortable," Faith admitted.
"How so?" Her manager sounded genuinely curious. She breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know about the incident, but now she had to explain herself.
"I-I..." Faith's voice trailed off. "I'd rather not say."
"I'm sorry, Faith." He pointed to the restaurant, full of diners. "We're super busy this evening. We need you here."
Faith had hoped that he'd let her go, but without being able to explain herself, there was no chance that was happening.
"Okay," Faith replied. "I'll stick it out."
"Appreciate it, thanks, Faith."
Faith forced a smile before she walked away towards the bathroom. She relieved herself quickly, and when she stared at herself in the mirror while washing her hands, she fought the urge to have a breakdown. Then, Wyatt's 'advice' drifted across her mind again. The last thing she wanted to do was take his advice. But the thought of even bigger tips was inviting, and she figured it would make up for this soon-to-be humiliating night. Plus, it was so easy—she already had the goods—she just needed to show them.
Cursing at herself, she unbuttoned the top button of her shirt, uncovering a whole lot more cleavage. Curiously, she undid one more button. Now she was showing even more, but it was still casual yet sexy. But she didn't stop, as she unbuttoned a third button. As she did, her tits nearly popped out, pushing against the fabric to be let out. Now she was showing even more than she was in her sundress. Faith felt so dirty and slutty as she contemplated it. But she knew it was too much and went too far past a simple tease. Well, the restaurant goers would love it, but she knew her manager would have an issue if he noticed. Settling for two buttons undone, she prayed that this extra money she'd rake in would be worth her lost dignity.
Faith stepped back out and cringed as her coworker Grayson crossed paths with her, whistling seductively. He had asked to hook up in the past, and despite her rejection, he never stopped checking her out at work. And now, with so much extra cleavage showing, he got an amazing show of what he was missing out on.
Even worse, Faith noticed the interested eyes of the diners as she walked by, but she forced herself to keep her head up as she delivered the drinks to Wyatt's table.
As soon as Wyatt noticed her, he smiled like a kid on Christmas. "I only said one button, but I don't mind two," he said, shifting his gaze from her chest back to her eyes. "You've got a nice pair of airbags."
"Ready to order?" Faith asked, ignoring his comment.
"I'll take the straw onion burger," Wyatt said, still staring at her 'airbags'. "Extra pickles with a side of fries."
His friends ordered their food before Faith nodded stiffly before walking away. She hated this, but there was no going back. After tending to other tables, she knew it was obvious the men were obsessed with her cleavage, some more obvious than others.
Time dragged on slowly, and eventually Wyatt's table had finished eating. Faith took a deep breath as she made her way back to deliver their check. She set it down gently without a word, but before she could walk away, Wyatt's hand shot out and knocked the check to the floor.
"Oops," he said. "You dropped it."
"You did! I'm not picking that up," Faith stood her ground.
"No, I think you should," Wyatt crossed his arms. "I'm a paying customer, and you work here."
The words made her want to slap him hard, but she kept her cool. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. Before she could respond, her manager walked by.
He stared at the check on the floor before looking back at Faith.
"You okay, Faith?" Her manager asked her. "You never drop things."
Wyatt and his friends quietly snickered, adding to her anger.
Faith barely controlled her anger as she bent down, accidentally bumping the edge of the table with her tits going down. She stood up, holding the check in her hand and shoving it directly into Wyatt's hand. She then turned on her heel and left, storming off to another table.
Faith begrudgingly made her way back to Wyatt's table to collect the payment. Before handing over the tray, Wyatt hesitated.
"You want your tip?" He asked, locking eyes with her.
Faith's eyes rolled. Was he serious? Of course she wanted one! After all he had put her through, not just today but the previous night? His tip had better be massive.
Wyatt nodded, pulling out a crumpled-up and somewhat ripped-up $1 bill before handing it over to her.
"Real funny," Faith once again fought the urge to slap him. "Where's my real tip?"
"If you want a real tip, you'll have to earn it," Wyatt crossed his hands.
"I already did!" Faith exclaimed, beginning to lose her professionalism.
Faith watched as Wyatt reached into his wallet and produced a crisp $100 bill. She froze.
"We all wanna see you flash us your 'airbags'," Wyatt stared right at her revealing cleavage. "Take them out for us, and this $100 is yours."
"You're kidding."
"Nope," Wyatt replied. "Come on, Faith. We've already seen them last night, and now we just want another look."
Faith hesitated. The prospect of $100 would be the biggest tip she'd ever received. She couldn't afford not to entertain the idea, but there was no way she could flash them right here.
Faith leaned in, and she lowered her voice. "Right here? Everyone is watching!" She whispered, darting her eyes nervously around the restaurant.
Wyatt glanced around. After a brief, understanding nod from his friends, he produced another $400 in cash.
Faith couldn't believe her eyes.
"$500," Wyatt stated boldly, his eyes full of challenge. "They can watch too. If they haven't already seen them, that is."
Faith was dumbstruck. $500 was a week's worth of pay for her. And she had the opportunity to earn that with one quick and simple, although humiliating, task. Also, she had a bra on, so she wouldn't be
fully
exposed this time. She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt while Wyatt and his friends watched with interest. If she was fast, maybe she could avoid most people noticing.
"Hurry up," Wyatt's eyes were wide open. "Do you want it or not?"
Faith closed her eyes, and her hands trembled as she slowly peeled her shirt up a little, exposing only her stomach. Then she quickly pulled it back down, to everyone's disappointment. No, she couldn't bring herself to do it. $500 was a lot of money, but it would not be worth losing her dignity over. That is, the remaining dignity she had after losing most of it on that stupid mechanical bull.
"Final offer," Wyatt looked thoughtful. "Here's what I'm thinking: My buddies and I can meet you in the bathroom. You can give us a private show. What do you say?"
Faith hesitated. It wasn't a much better offer, but the fewer eyes that saw her boobs, the better.
"Okay," Faith agreed reluctantly. "I still need to finish some tables. But my break is in 10 minutes, and I can do it then."
Wyatt nodded. "Don't worry, we'll wait for you."
Faith swallowed hard. The deal was set—and she would be collecting her $500 tip soon. She hated what she had to do in return, but it would be worth it.
"Alright," she whispered. "I'll be back."
Clocking out for her break, she sighed. It was time. She scooted her way to Wyatt's table, where he nodded to his friends, and all of them stood up. She walked to the bathroom and the guys trailed behind her.
"This is going to be good," Wyatt announced as they approached the hallway leading to the bathrooms. "Be ready to show us
everything
