Cassie had been excited about her first day at her new job. She'd been made redundant at her old job as a shop assistant, and was desperate to impress as a waitress in Creamo's restaurant. For her first night, she had taken great care on her appearance. She was only twenty and therefore put a lot of thought in getting the right balance – she wanted to appear mature and sensible, yet not unstylish or fake. She had been told to dress in a white shirt and black skirt, and she had gone out and bought new ones for the occasion. The shirt was quite baggy – she always had a little trouble buying formal shirts as the ones in her usual size tended to be too tight around her chest. She had done her best to avoid looking sluttish by buying one in a size up. She was also careful to ensure she wore her plainest white bra underneath, as she was desperate to maintain a classy appearance. On her legs, she wore black patterned tights, and a skirt that was longer than she would usually think to wear, but still showed off her shapely hips. It was the same one she had worn on her last date, which was two weeks ago now. She had visited Creamo's with one of her old work colleagues, Rick. During the meal, she had overheard that the restaurant was looking for a new waitress, and when she approached the manager he had seemed very pleased with Cassie. She had been encouraged to apply and now the job was hers. Rick had been pretty left out of all this, and Cassie had not made arrangements to see him again.
Cassie was nervous, but she knew she was a good employee and could do a good job. When Cassie arrived, she made her way thought the restaurant as instructed up to the small function room upstairs, where she knocked on a door and waited outside. The door opened and Chris greeted her. They spent about half an hour going through forms, health and safety guidelines and the restaurant's processes. Chris took Cassie on a tour of the restaurant and introduced her to the other staff – there were three other waitresses in, who all seemed friendly, and two barman, who would be working in the restaurant with Cassie. The kitchen was staffed by a separate team, but Cassie was told she would occasionally need to help the head chef, who was a big black man named Ben. After introducing her to Ben, Chris took Cassie back upstairs. He was happy with Cassie. She seemed to be taking the information in well, but more importantly she was a good looking girl and seemed likely to be very compliant. He was disappointed by her outfit slightly, when she had seen her at the restaurant previously she had been wearing a dressy, low-cut top, and he had really enjoyed the view of her cleavage. His cock tingled a little remembering it.
"A few words on your uniform there, Cassie," Chris said. "First of all, you need a badge making up. We like to give a friendly image, and so we do like you to have a little picture there on your badge, ok? I'm just going to take a picture now, and we'll use this machine here to get a name badge printed up for you."
Chris pulled a Polaroid camera out of his desk draw.
"We're just looking for a kind of passport style head shot, ok?" Cassie nodded and smiled at the camera, and Chris pushed the button. "That seems great actually. You'll get a more professional badge made up in the next couple of weeks anyway, if you stick with us. Your outfit seems fine, you basically look okay. Your shirt seems to be kind of poofing out a bit though, maybe you can tuck it into your skirt a bit more, make it look a bit neater?" Cassie was glad of the advice, and reached up her skirt and pulled her shirt downwards. This made it tighter, and Chris got a better view of the shape of her tits. They seemed quite big. Chris wondered what they'd be like without a bra on. He was 39, quite attractive, successful in business and still single. He'd experienced a lot of women, but it had been a while since he'd had anyone as young as Cassie. He missed seeing breasts that were large yet nice and perky. He was aware of his cock tingling again. "The other thing is Cassie, you really should have tied your hair back," he said, "but don't worry, I've got some spare bobbles in my drawer here." Cassie was still stood in the middle of the office from posing for her photo. Chris walked round and stood behind her. He used his fingers to brush her hair back and tied it into a ponytail. As Chris's fingers brushed across her neck, Cassie suddenly felt herself getting goose pimples and her nipples went hard. It felt very inappropriate, but also quite nice, for him to be touching her there. She began to start thinking about Chris, and whether or not he was attractive, but she got distracted when she noticed him brush against her back. She was sure she'd felt something hard brush against her arse. Cassie's mind started racing. Could he be attracted to her? Was he going to try something with her? What would she do if he did?
"There's something else I need to do for a second Cassie." Said Chris. He moved round to Cassie's front again, and began to unbutton her shirt from the top. He would usually wait a week or so before he tried anything with his employees, but he had to get a look at these tits.
Cassie looked shocked and stepped away. "What are you doing?"
"I just want to see," said Chris. "I'm the boss here Cassie. Let me do what I want. It'll be okay." Cassie needed the job. Chris had offered her really good pay. She decided to let things go a little bit further, and see exactly what it was Chris was expecting her to do. Once he had undone enough buttons, Chris reached round Cassie's back and unhooked her bra. He lifted it up to reveal her breasts. They were even better than her had expected. They had hardly fallen as he pulled the bra away. He put his hands on them and stroked the hard nipples with his fingers. Cassie looked surprised, said nothing and just watched what he was doing.
"These are really nice, Cassie. I think I'd like a picture, for later." Chris pulled his camera out again and took a few shots of Cassie, standing in the middle of the office with her shirt open. "Take your bra off completely for me." Cassie did as he said. She wondered how far Chris would go, but more importantly, how far she was willing to go to keep this job. She had no idea. "and push them together... yes, that's good. Ok, that's enough now." Chris took Cassie's bra out of her hand and placed it in his desk drawer, which he locked shut. "Do your shirt up, Cassie. Don't just stand there with them out like a whore. Or are you wanting me to do something else to you?"
Cassie shook her head and quickly fastened her shirt up. "Should I go and work downstairs yet?"
"Yes. That's all I needed you to do for me. At the moment. Go downstairs and speak to Marie, she will tell you what to do."
Cassie went down and was soon waitressing for the first time. She felt very self conscious, walking around with no bra on. In the kitchen she was fine, as it was very warm, but every time she emerged into the main body of the restaurant her nipples got hard again. This fact was very obvious through her white cotton shirt. Customers were looking at them. Cassie was not a shy girl generally, but this was embarrassing. A couple of the waitresses glanced at them also. Did Chris take their bras as well? Or did they just think she was a total slut? She continued to wonder what the situation would be with Chris. Would he ask her to do anything else, or would that just be a one off? Would she be willing to have sex with him to keep her job? He was quite attractive, she had decided. Cassie had not been with that many boys, and they had all been around her age. Chris was noticeably older, with some grey in his hair. However he still seemed to have a good body, and when he had brushed her back earlier Cassie had felt herself get a little turned on. She didn't know what to do.
Cassie was carrying some dishes back into the kitchen when she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Ben, the chef.
"I saw your photos," he whispered in Cassie's ear. "Very nice." His hands were making their way up Cassie's shirt. He squeezed her boobs hard, and Cassie gasped as he began to flick her nipples harshly.
