Sugarcoat folded her notepad and collected the menus, turning about to make her way toward the kitchen. Without warning a sour-faced Adagio Dazzle burst out the swinging door and clipped her shoulder, knocking the menus out of Sugar’s hands, obliviously continuing on her way.
“Bitch.” muttered Sugarcoat under her breath as she stooped to pick up the menus. Since Sugaecoat’s first day, Adagio had been a pain, abusing her seniority to screw off and delegate her work to new waitresses, like Sugar.
Unfortunately, Adagio overheard her remark, stopping whatever selfish errand she was on and turning around. While Sugarcoat was bent over, Adagio came up behind her and grabbed the hem of her frilly uniform.
“Hey everyone, Sugarcoat has something she want’s to show you.” said Adagio loudly, drawing the attention of every patron and waitress in the room, including her friend Lemon Zest.
Sugarcoat had just enough time to realize what was about to happen before Adagio lifted her skirt, revealing her striped blue panties to all present to scrutinize.
Some of the girls laughed while others fumed, their boyfriends’ attention firmly fixed on the impromptu display. Someone managed to snap a photo before Adagio let the curtain fall.
Sugarcoat bolted upright, her cheeks flushed, the stack of menus held tight against her bosom. She was too stunned to move and too afraid to turn around.
Seizing on one final opportunity to humiliate her, Adagio smacked her ass, making her jump and sending her scurrying into the kitchen, the sound of laughter fading as the door swung closed behind her.
Inside the kitchen, Sugarcoat collapsed onto her knees, tears welling in her eyes. She wished she had just kept her mouth shut, like she practiced, but deep down she knew she couldn’t stay silent forever. If not now, sooner or later she would have said something far worse, not that the siren didn’t have it coming. If Sugarcoat was blunt, Adagio was just plain mean.
Lemon Zest came in after her to see if she was okay. She put her hand on Sugar’s shoulder and knelt down beside her, but Sugarcoat turned her face away.
She didn’t want or need words of consolation, and Lemon didn’t give any. She had known Sugar long enough, and offered her instead a chance to get even.
Sugarcoat took the next day off, as expected, but surprised Sour Sweet—the cafe’s Hostess—by showing up as a patron, and one with a rather special request. Still, her money was good, and it was against policy to deny a customer a menu item, even one from the clandestine ‘secret’ menu.
Adagio was called away from a booth where, as luck would have it, her fellow sirens were lounging and chatting with her as she took their orders. Meanwhile, Sugarcoat had taken a seat in the corner, watching over the top of a menu as Sour Sweet informed Adagio Dazzle that she had been ‘requested.’
Having worked here as long as anyone, Dazzle knew exactly what that meant. Sugarcoat grinned as Adagio seemed to wilt, her reddened face dejectedly looking around in vain for her anonymous client, suddenly robbed of her malicious confidence. She then swiftly proceeded to the kitchen, ignoring the calls of her confused friends.
An awkward silence loomed as the head-waitress solemnly prepared her station. The cook staff quickly caught on and began to clear a space around her as she gathered what she needed.
Lastly, she dropped a silver tray upon the counter with a clang and placed upon it a pair of enormous cupcake liners. For a moment she just stood there, aware of the stolen glances and judgmental whispers. She wanted to scream at them, but instead took a deep breath. She then pulled out her plump, perky breasts—one at a time—from the upsettingly accessible collar of her uniform, pressing herself close to the counter and placing each weighty little dumpling in one of the liners.
She tried to focus on each step in turn, first removing the lid of a small jar of white, sugary icing with which—using a silicone spatula—she glazed her tits, frosting them with slow and even strokes.
The gentle pressure of the gliding edge on the tops of her breasts was pleasant, and when she slipped it over her nipples she shivered, her anxiety momentarily abating.
When her breasts were draped in an even layer of white, she took a shaker filled with colorful candy sprinkles and dusted the coat of sugary glue, giving her boobs the appearance of a celebratory cake.
She sprayed spiraling mounds of whipped cream over her encased nipples, and as a finishing touch set two chilled strawberries atop the creamy summits as a suggestive garnish.
For a moment she was rather rather proud of the job she did, but it was short-lived. Gritting her teeth, she gripped the tray in both hands and lifted it gently, resting the edge against her ribs. Just then, Lemon Zest came in to check on her progress, and ended up holding the door for her.
“Table Two, if you would.” she said, allowing herself a smirk as Adagio walked out into the cafe with her tits on a tray, dressed up and garnished like fresh pastries.
Somehow, the place seemed more crowded than usual, but what she noticed most were the astonished expressions of her friends, after which she remembered where Table Two was.
Sugarcoat had made a last minute alteration to her request, choosing to generously send her order to the poor sirens whose waitress left before they could place their own.
Humiliated, Adagio dutifully knelt down at her friends’ table and set down her tray of boobies, trying not to look anyone in the eye. “Compliments of an anonymous patron.” she said, wondering who hated her enough to do this.
The other two sirens exchanged glances. “Well, they look tasty enough....” said Sonata Dusk while Aria Blaze reached for her phone.
Adagio winced as Aria snapped a picture. Sugarcoat almost burst into tears.
Author's Note
Well, here is... something. I played around with a bunch of ideas and found one combination that I think works well enough, considering the length. The others were either too long or too tragic. Originally, Sugarcoat was the one dressing up her... assets, but I felt that piling all the humiliation on her created a sense of injustice that would not be particularly satisfying in the end. At one point both of them prepared themselves side-by-side, each silently judging and analyzing the other, but I think the story is somewhat smoother this way.
In any case, thanks for reading. 
