>>1977460“You work my shift for me. Full 10 hours, no leaving early. You eat lunch on the clock so don’t worry about that. I’ll even give you the pay for the day, or at least some of it. Just don’t do anything colossally stupid, don’t get fired, you know? In return I’ll drive you to your party this weekend.
“Oh and one more thing. Boss is like some kinda fucking perverted genius, he can sense girls underwear somehow. So don’t wear any, like at all. Cause if he knows you’re a girl then not only does he know you’re not me and I could get fired, but he’ll make you wear the girl uniform which is literally just a tiny bikini and you work the water rides all day. Prob some kind of lawsuit waiting there but we’re all paid under the table so that’s not exactly his biggest concern. Point is no bra or panties, he’ll know. He’ll know.”
That said James muttered something about making sure she was ready in thirty minutes and left the room, returning in a second with some clothes. “Uniform,” he grunted, tossing them at her before leaving again.
Jesse looked at the uniform while still reeling from the last insight. “No panties?” She turned her attention to the rest of the clothing, which at least wasn’t too bad. Knee length khaki shorts and a simple white t-shirt with the park logo in red front and center. Suspenders completed the ensemble, which would be useful since these were her brother’s khakis and almost certainly too large. She eyed the t-shirt. “No bra?”
Surely her brother was over-exaggerating, there’s no way the man could “sense” female underwear. But was it worth fucking this up and losing her chance to go to the all important party? But what if she took some underwear and changed into it after meeting with the boss to get her assignment for the day? Surely no one could complain about that?
1) Listen to James, no underwear.
2) Ignore him, wear underwear.
3) Bring underwear and find a chance to change later.
