The first time I saw Ashley, I knew she was special. As a Manager of a city bar and restaurant, I'd seen plenty of lovely young waitresses come and go. But there was something different about Ashley. She came to us four months ago, at 20 years old, looking for a summer job during college. Long dark brown hair framed her heart shaped face, and her perky C cup breasts pulled in twice the tips of the other girls. Thank god our restaurant had a staircase, because watching her walk up to the DJ booth on the second floor was a highlight for everyone at the bar. Her ass was juicy, round, full, and everyday in the summer she wore cutoff booty shorts that left the bottom free to feel the breeze.
One day in september I was doing inventory on my laptop, and got distracted watching her walk up the stairs. She turned around, saw me staring, and winked with a sly smile. I quickly went back to work. Later That day, Ashley approached me at the bar to ask a question.
"Hey, Danny, I was cleaning a table and I found a purse full of make up that someone had left. can I have it?"
She looked up at me with her dazzling hazel eyes, sparkling with youthful joy at finding some free stuff. I noticed the race car red of her pushup bra peaking out of her unbuttoned uniform, and decided to make this one harder for her.
"Ashley, That belongs to someone! You can't just take someone else's purse."
"But Please! They were so salty, didn't even leave a tip!"
"I don't care Ashley. Also, you should button up your uniform. Red is a very noticeable color."
Ashley Pouted and walked away in a huff. I followed her exit to the kitchen, her gorgeous curves dancing away from me, her small uniform hugging her tight little waist.
Later on in the evening, I noticed Ashley was getting a lot of attention from our regulars. more than normal. Then I noticed that she had not only not buttoned up her shirt, but she had BRIGHT red lipstick on to match her bra. and not only that, she had lowered her shorts so her red lacy panties were peaking out the top. I had to pull her aside.
"Ashley, come with me right now."
I pulled Ashley into the storage closet, where she gave me a sly smile with those juicy red lips.
"What now Danny? I'm making such good tips! Everybody looooves my service. aren't I making you proud?"
I couldn't help but get distracted by her round tits. They were perfect. And she knew it.
"No Ashley, You took that lipstick from the purse, didn't you?"
"Yes Danny, I did. It's a noticeable color, Red, isn't it? you noticed!"
"Ashley, I told you that you couldn't have that makeup!"
"I know Danny. I've been a bad little waitress"
I was stunned. what did she mean? she answered my quizzical look by reaching into her pocket and pulling out the lipstick.
"Here, Danny, this is the lipstick I stole. Now you have two options, you can either get a tissue and take it off my naughty little lips..."
Then she unbuttoned her uniform, one button at a time, and opened up her shirt to reveal her lacy, hot red bra clutching her perfect round handful tits.
