Stephenie immediately frowned. Trading in her conservative white shirt for a flimsy tanktop wasn't her idea of a good idea. On top of that, the skirt Lilly was holding up looked criminally short. Steph could only hope these uniforms weren't intended to be one size fits all! All in all, Steph was getting bad vibe from this. It looked like Lilly's strategy to up the profits would be to turn Le Nu into a low rent Hooters knockoff. That being the case, Stephanie would be out the door in a heartbeat... if she didn't need the money so desperately.
"This is the new uniform, simple and elegant." Lilly continued. "As you can see, it's sure to do a better job of showing off your... assets... which studies have shown..."
"What do you mean our 'assets!?'" Tiffany, a tall skinny blond with a pony tail shouted. "I can't believe you'd actually..."
Lilly cut her off sharply. "Tiffany, believe me when I tell you, I don't mean to be crass, but I'm merely stating the facts. Sex sells, the success of restaurants like Hooters and..."
"Strip clubs." Tiffany added.
"...I'm going to ignore that comment, but I warn you, I won't ignore another of it's kind again. Yes, sex sells there too, but we're not going quite that far overboard. That being said, if you have any problem with the new dress code, your free to leave at any time."
That seemed to shut Tiffany up, but Steph could still see the resentful fire in her eyes as she glared daggers at her new boss. Truth be told, Steph felt the same way, but she was way too scared to say anything about it!
Lilly continued. "The new uniform is only part of the program. We'll be making little changes to the menus, the sign outside, the basic decor, but none of that really concerns you. What does concern you however are the new rules of conduct. These rules are to be obeyed at all times, and any deviation will incur severe disciplinary measures, up to and including immediate termination. As I said, I don't want to have to fire anyone, but over staffing IS a cost prohibitive problem here, and it will absolutely NOT hurt the franchise if I am forced to let a few of you go. In fact, I'm anticipating it."
Stephanie gulped.
"So, the new rules: Firstly, we have respect for the supervisory staff... namely me. I am open to both positive and negative feedback regarding Operation: Renaissance, but I will not brook such disrespect as Tiffany paid me mere moments ago, now will I receive the same complaints over and over again ad nauseum. At that point it becomes whining, and I have no time for such childishness. Anyone who crosses the line on this rule will be dealt with extraordinarily harshly. If we're going to pull this thing off, we're going to have to pull together as a team, but we must not forget that this team has an indisputable captain, for to do so would sink our chances of victory. In that vain, I would like to inform you all that i will answer to Ms. Morte, and nothing else. Are we clear? Good.
The second rule regards the dress code. Listen closely, because this is very important, and I will only say it once: I do not want to see any underwear on you girls while your working at this establishment. Am I understood?"
A murmur of confusion spread through the group. Tiffany looked like she wanted to question the boss again, but was afraid of what she might say if she opened her mouth. Stephanie kept quiet too. Eventually, it was Susan, the petite, short haired Asian girl who spoke up and asked the question that was on everyone's mind. "Uhm... Ms. Morte...are you trying to say we're not allowed to wear panties with that short little skirt?"
"I'm glad you asked that question, Sue." Lilly said, smiling. "No, that's not what I'm saying. What I'm saying is, I don't want to SEE any underwear on any of you. A lot of young women these days don't seem to realize how tacky it is to walk around with a the top of a thong sticking out of their pants, or the straps of their bras visible through the neckline of their shirts. Studies have shown that most people find it distasteful, and to be honest, it's a pet peeve of mine. You are absolutely allowed to wear a bra and or a pair of panties under your uniform, but it must remain completely invisible. If I see a bra strap, or a waist band, the outline of a bra through a shirt, or even so much as a visible pantie line, it may be cause for immediate termination."
"But that's Cra--!" Tiffany began, but stopped herself. Susan didn't want to speak again either. Instead, Vanessa, the hot, curvy, raven haired latina inclined her head deferentially before voicing a more diplomatic phrasing of Tiffany's sentiment. "Uhm... boss, that sounds real nice and all, but is that really realistic? I mean, not for nothing, but those uniforms look pretty skimpy. If we wear anything underneath, it's going to show! Are you seriously saying that if my bra strap falls out of place, or if I bend over a bit too far, I could get fired?"
"If your wearing underwear, then yes." Lilly replied. "Otherwise, you'll just have to be extraordinarily careful. I'm not banning underwear, but I am saying that if I see it, it could mean the end of your job. If your not wearing any underwear, I can't see it, so your job is that much more secure. While I urge you to no particular course of action, I will say in advance that I plan to offer virtually no wiggle room on this one."
Stephanie didn't like the sound of that, and Tiffany looked like she was about to blow a gasket. It was clear what Lilly was doing. Like she said before, sex sells. If word gets around that the girls at Le Nu wait tables in skimpy outfits with no underwear on underneath, guys will start showing up just for the chance of seeing an accidental flash!
"So wait, what happens if we have a--a--whaddayacallit, wardrobe malfunction?" Vanessa blurted out. "Like, right in front of a customer? Is that any better than them seeing our pantie line?"
"I understand your concern." Lilly began. "But I believe that all of you seem like normal girls. I'm sure you'll do everything in your power to keep that from happening, more so than you would if you had the safety net of underwear. In any event, I assure you, a nip slip or an accidental upskirt will be treated with infinitely more mercy and understanding than any violation of rule two. Any more questions? No? Then on to rule number 3.
I see that most of you come to work dressed in your uniforms. That's going to stop as of tomorrow. I can see that most of you do a fairly good job of taking care of your uniforms, but statistically speaking, that's not always the case. Many of the girls from other franchises show up to work with wrinkled skirts, stained shirts and all manner of things indicative of neglect. Your uniforms are company property, and from now on, they're going to stay right here at the restaurant at all times. You'll dress in them when you arrive, and then leave them here after your shift is over. I will see to their care and upkeep personally."
"But... Ms. Morte..." Sandra a shy and somewhat chubby brunette muttered. "Where are we supposed to change? It's not like we have a locker room or anything..."
She was right about that. Thats why everybody showed up in their uniform in the first place. Most of the restaurant was taken up by the wide open seating area. The kitchen was small and cramped, and the bathrooms were even smaller. The closest thing to a changing room they had was the broom closet that doubled as a room to house their coats in the winter months. Lilly, however, had an answer.
"Quite right, Sandra. We don't have a changing area, so we will make one. You will be given a privacy screen to be placed near the rear employee entrance that should provide you with adequate modesty while you change. behind the screen we'll keep two baskets, one for fresh clean uniforms, and one for you to drop off your used uniforms in at the end of the day. You will be responsible for taking care of your own street clothes. I suggest carrying a discreet duffel bag to work, and depositing it inside the coat/broom closet."
Stephanie was liking this less and less.Having to wear that skimpy outfit and hide her underwear (or worse yet... go commando!) was bad enough, but having to change clothes in front of a whole restaurant with nothing but a (probably) flimsy little screen in between? It was crazy! But the message, it seemed, was starting to sink in. Nobody was even bothering to question the boss anymore.
"And, finally, the last two rules have to do with how and when you come and go to work. Firstly, I'm told that many of you like to get here early and lounge around the restaurant, drinking coffee and relaxing before the start of your tour. That's going to come to an end. Also, many of you seem to enjoy coming in through the front door. This two is going to stop. From now on, employees will use the employee entrance ONLY, and you will arrive on time. Not early, and CERTAINLY not late, but on time. To facilitate this, I will be placing a time lock on back door, one which will unlock 5 minutes before the beginning of each tour. This should give you ample time to change and get to work, without jamming up the restaurant with lounging loafers. And, I don't want ANYONE sneaking in the front entrance in their civies! I want to cultivate an aura of allure around you girls, and that would be defeated if the customers see you coming and going dressed as regular girls. From the moment they lay eyes on you, I want them to see nothing bit Le Nu Girls! Am I understood?"
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