Now Tatarina's boyfriend had walked out on her she was forced to look for work. She had left school at 16 with very few qualifications, really her main attributes was her good looks. She was not stupid, but somehow never managed to make a go of schooling. When the local coffee shop, "The Lighthouse Coffee Bar", advertised for staff she applied, and got the job. As the days went by she tried to put the memory of her stay in the correction center behind her. It was a nightmare that occurred in her past.
She was a good worker and after a few weeks was allowed to work the place on her own in the late evening, when the flow of customers slowed down. She didn't mind the night work as she was not involved with anyone now.
The job was relatively easy and she knew she looked attractive in the staff uniform. A short yellow T shirt, which all the girls were wearing revealing their midriff. This one though seemed a bit shorter though, stopping just below her breasts. A short hipster mini-skirt, in the company colors of red and yellow, finished the set. The mini had a blue belt that was worn loose to allow the mini to rest on her hips. At first it caused her some concern as it was also very tiny, barely a hands span, but after a while she didn't notice it. She always wore sports pants underneath anyway, and it was really only a little shorter than her old netball skirt. On her head she had to wear a small hat, a bit like a maid's duster hat.
As she wiped the empty tables down and cleared the old cups from one of the tables she looked down the rows of booths that were shiny and cleaned, and felt happy for the first time in ages. Each of the booths had a table between two bench seats where six people could sit and enjoy the coffee and cakes. On the tables were a set of salt and pepper shakers. There was also a plastic lighthouse, to set the tone, although she always though they looked a little phallic like with the knob at the top where the light was, making it look just like the head of a penis, The 9 inch column rose from a cluster of imitation rocks not unlike a cock rising from a set of balls. When she first noticed it she thought it was funny how things like that suddenly occurred to one.
The cafe was long, thin and L shaped, with booths down one side opposite the counter and doubled at the back. The Classic style of coffee houses, like a thousand similar bars.
The two couples sitting in the front had nearly finished, when the door ringer rang and as Tatarina looked up her heart dropped as it was the fat sectional leader with a couple of other older men. Tatarina pulse started to race, she would have to serve them as she was the only one on duty. She bent down under the counter pretending to put away something as they walked down the aisle choosing a table.
"Let's go to the back."
She heard that familiar voice, and tried to still her shaking hands.
This is silly she said to herself, of course he would come into a coffee bar, there was nothing threatening in that was there! He wouldn't do anything in here would he? Somehow she wasn't so sure.
Leaving it as long as she dared, she took a deep breath and walked to the table they had chosen.
"Ah Ms Stevens, how nice to see you again, and dressed this time too."
The men laughed and Tatarina turned bright red.
"You are looking very nice in your neat uniform; it's always such a pleasure to admire those long legs of yours. Did you choose the uniform?"
"No sir, Mr. Evanas supplies us with the top and skirt."
"But you supply the underclothes eh Ms Stevens. And what would you have on under those bright outer clothes?"
Tatarina hesitated, what was he going on about? He was hardly in the place and already talking about her underwear.
"Come along Ms Stevens no need to be shy, we're all adults here, tell the men here what you've got on underneath that cute little uniform."
'I've got on a bra and knickers sir, sports pants as well sir."
"Lovely."
Tatarina squirmed as he went on.
"That's the type of uniform designed to bring in the customers, isn't it eh Jules?"
One of the men nodded and smiled up at her.
She tried to smile back so as to seem friendly. Her eyes flicked over them seeing three middle aged and balding men leering back at her.
"I'm sure your boss has told you to be nice to the customers and to obey them, for you know the customer is always right isn't he? Sorry I didn't hear you Ms Stevens."
"Yes that's right sir, Mr. Evanas is very strict on that."
"I'm sure he is. Coffee Jules, Mikka?"
"Yea fine by me."
"Three coffees Ms Stevens, oh and before you go, be a good girl please and take off your sports pants and panties and place them on the table."
Oh god it was happening again. Tatarina looked down at the officer and his friends and glanced up the shop. What would she do, should she run away, or tell him to fuck off, what should she do? Images of her cell at the correction center flashed before her eyes. She again glanced down the shop; the other customers were all facing the other way and were hidden by the partitions.
"Come along Ms Stevens we don't have all night. I'm sure your eager to show these friends of mine how well you have been re-educated at the Correction Center."
The three men looked up at her grinning as the officer said his piece.
Christ, at the mention of the Correction Center she put down the order form and reaching up under her skirt, hitching her fingers under the waist band of her pants and panties and pulling them both down her legs, stepped out of them. For moment she held them in her hands the white strip of her panties gusset contrasting sharply with the dark blue of her sports pants.
"On the table please Ms Stevens, that wasn't too hard was it eh. I'm sure that is far more comfortable."
Tatarina stood not sure what to do next. She could feel that curious absence of pressure with the lack of cover over her genitals, the feel of her skirt upon her naked buttocks. One of the men picked up her knickers and crudely sniffed it, making Tatarina blush even more deeply.
"The coffee Ms Stevens, the coffee."
As Tatarina walked back her buttocks and genitals feeling cool now they were uncovered, she could hear the men sniggering and making crude comments. She stood behind the counter and started making the coffees. Somehow this brought her to her senses, the mundanely of making the drinks kicked started her brain. She did not believe the officer would go very far, he just wanted to show his power over her in front of his slimy friends.
"Excuse me Miss, could we have the bill."
One of the tables was preparing to go. Tatarina picked up the order form and tallied the figures. She came from behind the counter and handed the bill to the couple.
The man smiled and handed her twenty denar. She picked it up and returned to the counter. All the while conscious that if the man had bent down and peered up at her crutch, he would certainly have seen her sex and naked buttocks. The skirt swished across the top of her thighs as she returned to the table with the change.
"Thank you sir, madam."
The couple rose and left, leaving a 50c tip.
Tatarina returned behind the counter and finished the coffees. She picked up two of these and walked back to the officers table, placing them carefully so as not to spill anything.
"Thank you. Just a moment though I thing that belt needs tightening. Come here, no, closer, that's right."
Tatarina came closer and was made to stand by the side of the officer as he tightened the belt to her mini skirt two more holes. Of course this forced the waist of the skirt to ride higher on her hips, pulling the hem up. Tatarina was becoming concerned, for the skirt was short enough as it was, now she was sure it did not fully cover her buttocks but let the bottoms of her cheeks peek from below the hem.
"That's better. Turn around and let's have a look at you. Nice isn't she Jules?"
"Very nice, I like long legs and these sure are long!"
"Come along Ms Stevens don't stand there all day flashing your bum, the other coffee. Please."
Tatarina returned to the counter this time feeling the edge of her skirt hem brush the tops of her thighs. She was sure any customers would notice the change in her costume with more of her long legs visible.
The other patrons waved at her, indicating they also wanted the bill. Feeling very self conscious she came over to the table bend over slightly to lower the skirt at the front. The people did not seem to notice the difference, as the checked the bill and rounded it up to give her a 40 cent tip. The got up and left.
"Hurry up with that coffee!"
Tatarina quickly hurried to the coffee and quickly delivered it to the table, unfortunately her hands were starting to shake again and when she placed the mug on the table she splashed a bit on the surface.
"Naughty, naughty, now you'll have to go and get a cloth won't you."
"I'm terribly sorry sir."
Tatarina turned to leave.
