Black Waitress Clothes Novels & Stories

There's something hauntingly beautiful about her. Even though we’ve never spoken, we acknowledge each other with a slight nod. She has been working here for years now. The pub's theme tonight is wild west— cowgirl and cowboy attire-and I've embraced it fully. My outfit hugs my body in all the right places, sending a message I don't mind delivering. A black corset clings to my torso, the deep cut drawing attention to my neckline, while fishnet leggings criss cross my legs, accentuating the curve of my thighs.

Momo's voice had faded but I was in far greater trouble. The neighbors had gathered round, encircling me with broken pipes and steel bars. They were scared of me, of my very existence. "You witch." A black lady ran forward, swinging her pipe towards me. My hands moved, catching it before it could trample over my head. "That proves it, she's a Witch." She staggered back, the men moving forward in an attempt to hold me down. "Trust me. I'm not a Witch, I'm a human like everyone here." I said.

Nobody said anything about the way I was dressed, despite there being a strict dress code. A waiter approached us. He was nervous but kept it professional as he spoke. “Good evening, Mr. Grant, Miss Prescott, allow me to take your coats.” His eyes never left me once as I removed my leather jacket and handed it to him. He then passed it to another member of staff: a pretty looking female, dressed in a knee-length black dress with a white apron tied around her waist. “This way, please.” He led us past the myriad of tables, right to the back of the room.

My slave had to wash the previous one and store it back in the box it came in. Before we retired, I picked out two outfits for Sunday. One was kind of a short, mid-thigh, black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline. Without a bra, it would be very sexy. I'd be happy to take her out to dinner in it. The second one was a white leather mini-skirt with a semi-sheer white blouse. Her breasts wouldn't be as exposed as if she were topless, but her nipples and areolae would be visible through the translucent fabric. "Good night, my beautiful slave." "Good night, my wonderful Master."

“Alright. Positions are set. Go get your uniforms.” — The bus arrived at the hotel. After changing, we returned to the lobby and looked like completely different people. Black‑and‑white waiter uniforms: white shirt, black vest, black bow tie, black trousers, polished shoes. The women also had to tie their hair up. Yvonne and I both had decent figures. On us, the old‑fashioned uniform outlined curves. With the mask covering our faces, it added a mysterious vibe. Even dressed as ordinary servers, we couldn’t hide the aura.

she says rolling her eyes getting into her dress. Today we all had to wear white dresses, so Kathy wore bartender's uniform, a white backless dress and white kicks and I wore a white short jumpsuit with a wedge shoe like the rest of the girls. "I'll see you later"she says and leaves the room. I walk to waitress area and I saw Brittany already at work. "Hey you gotta hurry the boss would any here and minute from now. He wouldn't be in a good mood, I feel bad for him right now" she says to me

– the bartender handed me the third glass, laughing. - I don't think so... It seems to be low in alcohol. – I shouted to be heard, not realizing that the same person handed me the glasses. All the bartenders and bargirls wore black pants, with a matching vest, dress and white shirts underneath. Clothing was embroidered with the name of the place. - I'll give you half an hour and you'll be dancing naked on the floor. – he assured. I started to laugh: - Thanks for the tip. I'll take it into account.

I stood up, stared at myself in the little mirror behind me, and I chinned up. I was dressed in our Bar uniform.. A black long-sleeve shirt and black pants with my hair tucked and tied to the back.. My pointed nose and my sharp jawline gave me the sexy model look which was my charm in getting the ladies to come over to the bar almost every day.. The manager enjoys me talking and performing some weird ass tricks to the ladies, because at least it keeps them coming back and happy, she said. Nyra wore a long black shirt and a mini skirt.. That's it for the ladies.

ᯓ★ Frustrated with her current situation, Ginger went to a bar to grab some alcohol in hopes that it would help her forget her frustrations for a while and just have fun. Even though she was not going to work, she still kept her real identity hidden by wearing her wig and contact lenses. And for tonight’s outfit, she wore an off-shoulder short tight black dress, showing her curves in the right places and some cleavage as well. The length of her skirt was above her knee, showing her flawless legs and thighs. She let her wavy hair fall up to her shoulders and wore her favorite earrings.

Which is something I need right now. They both smirk at me, “Just two beers on draft, sweetie.” They say looking over my body. This bar isn’t the worst uniform I’ve had to have, but it’s also not the best. I’m wearing a black leather crop top and short high top black leather skirt. Luckily, we’re allowed to wear shorts under the skirt otherwise I’d hate it. I try my hardest to keep men’s hands away from me, but sometimes they slip through.