I once had a job (yes, I did work once) as a cocktail waitress during happy hour. I was given a uniform with a short skirt and white panties. I had never worn panties since I started to grow pubic hair and didn't wear them at work.
At first, I was very careful about bending or stooping over, careful to keep the fact that I was naked beneath my short skirt a secret. Eventually one of the guys caught a glimpse of my bare ass or my pussy fur and soon I started to feel their eyes on my ass, then their hands creeping up under my skirt. Rather than cause a scene, I chose to ignore the pats and gentle pinches. The guys started drinking more and tipping better. I would have made the job my life's work, but the boss decided it might cost him his license if I got caught by a beverage control agent. I was given a choice....wear panties or quit.
I quit!
At first, I was very careful about bending or stooping over, careful to keep the fact that I was naked beneath my short skirt a secret. Eventually one of the guys caught a glimpse of my bare ass or my pussy fur and soon I started to feel their eyes on my ass, then their hands creeping up under my skirt. Rather than cause a scene, I chose to ignore the pats and gentle pinches. The guys started drinking more and tipping better. I would have made the job my life's work, but the boss decided it might cost him his license if I got caught by a beverage control agent. I was given a choice....wear panties or quit.
I quit!