I was the one closest to Fiona, and I couldn't help but notice her curvy, bouncy butt as I walked behind her.
Due to the subpar quality of her work trousers, I could even see the outline of her underwear through them, just a basic triangle shape.
But still, it got me thinking, 'What kind of underwear is she wearing? Is it lacy? Fishnet? Or just plain cotton?'
I really wanted to pull down her pants and find out.
As I was lost in thought, she led us to the front desk and started messing with the time clock.
"Come over and scan your fingerprints with the finger you use to clock in," she said.
I reached out with my index finger and pressed it on the scanner twice, successfully registering my prints.
Then John and Emily did the same.
"Alright, follow me."
Fiona kept walking, leading us into the room she had just come out of.
"This is the work area for all the waitstaff. There's a lounge, a coffee shop, and a changing room. You can come in for a coffee break when it's not busy," she said.
She showed us around the coffee shop, the lounge, and finally, the changing room.
"Here are three sets of new work uniforms. You can change into them," Fiona pointed to the lockers in the men's and women's changing rooms.
"Okay." We responded and went into the changing rooms to change. I wasn't sure what was going on with Emily, but John changed faster than me and came out first.
I struggled with the clothes for a while.
Fiona, getting impatient, knocked on the door. "What's taking you so long to change?"
Feeling a bit helpless, I had to exit the changing room, clad in trousers that were too short, a shirt that couldn't be buttoned up, and a coat that I could only manage to slip half my arm into.
"I didn't want to, but the clothes are too small," I said, a bit frustrated.
Fiona looked surprised at my messy appearance and then checked the info on the screen next to her.
"But this is the largest size we have."
"Well, maybe it's because I've been working out, and my muscles are more developed. But we need to find a solution," I said, still frustrated.
Fiona nodded, "Stay back after work. I'll measure you and make you a custom set. For now, just wear your ID badge."
"Okay," I nodded.
"Alright, let's get to work, and no slacking off," she reminded us.
John, Emily, and I got into work mode. The customers today were decent, not asking for hostesses or making the female staff do anything weird.
John and I handled the heavier tasks, like moving drinks, cleaning tables, and tidying up.
Emily took care of serving drinks and clearing plates.
Soon it was time to clock out. John and Emily changed their clothes and were ready to leave. As they passed by me, they said, "Shall we head out first?"
"Sure, take care on the way," I nodded.
As John reached the door, he suddenly turned back, hooked his arm around my shoulder, and said, "Would you come back tonight? Need me to leave the door open for you?"
"Yeah, I'll be sleeping at home every night this week," I replied.
"What's up? Did you have a fight with your girlfriend?" John teased, making me squirm a bit.
I gave him a playful nudge in the waist, "Can't you just wish me well? I'll fill you in when I get back."
"Alright," John said, letting go of my neck. He walked to the door and left with Emily.
Just then, Fiona came over with a measuring tape, a file, and a pen in her hand.
"Extend your arm. Let me measure the length," she said, all business.
I raised my arm as she asked.
Fiona set the file and pen on the front desk, then pressed one end of the tape against my wrist, using her thumb to hold it in place.
She slowly moved the other end up my arm, but she couldn't quite reach it. When she got to my elbow, she had to stand right under my face. I could touch the top of her head if I just lowered mine a bit.
A faint scent wafted up to my nose.
She leaned in closer to measure further, closing the gap between us.
Her warm breath spread over my collar, warm and slightly moist, tickling my neck.
But she still couldn't measure my whole arm.
"How about you measure my left arm first, and then the right? Otherwise, this will take forever," I said, my breath brushing her head. She looked up at me quickly, then looked away, blushing.
She was so easily embarrassed. After work, Fiona didn't seem like the strict lobby manager; she looked kind of cute.
"Okay," Fiona nodded, following my suggestion.
She finished measuring my arm's length and noted it down at the front desk.
"Arm span, 6.1 feet."
Next, she moved to measure my chest, standing in front of me again.
"Now I'm going to measure your chest circumference. Keep your arms raised," she said.
"Got it," I nodded and cooperated.
She swung the tape behind me. Suddenly, she leaned against my chest, reaching behind me to grab the end of the tape.
"What... what are you doing?" I asked, feeling awkward.
Wasn't she measuring my chest? Why was she hugging me?
"Don't get the wrong idea. I have to start measuring from behind. I'm just trying to grab the end of the tape," Fiona explained softly. Her face moved with her words, and I could feel the vibration.
Her face was soft, and the slight vibration made my chest tingle.
Especially with her breasts pressing against my ribs, her chest vibrated as she spoke, shaking against me.
The tingling sensation spread from my ribs to every corner of my body, combined with the feel of her breasts and her scent.
I was already getting hard.
She finally caught the end of the tape and started measuring my chest.
The cool tape brushed against my skin through the thin fabric of my clothes, sending a shiver through me.
My erection grew even harder.