southern_slut
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With a frustrated cry I set my drink on the coffee table and take in the disbelief in my friends eyes. I can't believe it but I lost at a game of quarters for the first time ever. And in my drunken state I'd gambled with some of my friends and I make for my purse to pay up. It's only a few bucks, the fact I lost bothers me more than anything. Then one of my friends stops me with the biggest shit eating grin I've ever seen.
"Kathy, you'll pay. Just not in cash."
"Okay...."
"You'll be the server at our Fourth of July barbeque."
"That's it? I usually serve the burgers anyways..."
"Wearing nothing but Stacy's apron."
That takes me back. Stacy has this super short apron that looks like 1950's housewife wore it to make pancakes for hubby. However I did lose and I can't back down, so I agree.
-TWO WEEKS LATER-
With a sinking feeling in my stomach I look in the mirror. The apron reveals all of my side boob, my tattoo, my ass... It barely covers my vagina! I debate on running out the door but I can't do that. I'll suffer through and they'll let me put clothes on in a few minutes. They just want a laugh is all. I step out onto the back patio and thankfully the high fences protect me from neighborly eyes. A few wolf whistles and clock of camera flash cement my humiliation for life.
"Kathy, you'll pay. Just not in cash."
"Okay...."
"You'll be the server at our Fourth of July barbeque."
"That's it? I usually serve the burgers anyways..."
"Wearing nothing but Stacy's apron."
That takes me back. Stacy has this super short apron that looks like 1950's housewife wore it to make pancakes for hubby. However I did lose and I can't back down, so I agree.
-TWO WEEKS LATER-
With a sinking feeling in my stomach I look in the mirror. The apron reveals all of my side boob, my tattoo, my ass... It barely covers my vagina! I debate on running out the door but I can't do that. I'll suffer through and they'll let me put clothes on in a few minutes. They just want a laugh is all. I step out onto the back patio and thankfully the high fences protect me from neighborly eyes. A few wolf whistles and clock of camera flash cement my humiliation for life.