"Why don't you sit in front of me."

Robin quickly complied, starting by kneeling in front of you. However, instead of sitting with her back to you, she turned to you, spread her legs on top of yours, and skooched towards you until your breasts were pressed against her and your pelvises were nearly touching. Behind Robin you can see guys and girls snapping pictures with their camera phones. You take the initiative by arching Robin back and starting to lightly kiss her neck. Robin puts her hands on the floor behind her to support herself and leans back leaving your hands free. You cup her butt with one hand, while you use the other to lift one of Robin’s breast slightly. You kiss your way over Robin’s collarbone down her chest to the breast you’re holding and start kissing around her nipple.

“Mmm… that’s nice, but now it’s my turn…” Robin says as she pushes you back.
Robin slides her hands under your jacket at the collar and pushes it apart, letting it slide off your shoulders, exposing your torso to the crowd. Robin runs a hand down your chest, letting a finger circle one of your nipples for a minute before dropping both hands to the waist of your skirt. She deftly unbuttons your skirt and because your legs are under hers, she actually lifts the skirt over your head to take it off you. You were sitting straight up so that Robin could take off your skirt. Once your arms were free, you hugged her to you, pressing your breasts together, and kissed her.

Holding the kiss, Robin slipped a hand in to your underwear, rubbing her finger through your small patch of pubic hair before sliding down to your slit.

“You’re going to have to stand up to get those underwear off,” Robin said as she started to extricate herself from you.

Once you were both standing in front of Robin, who was still sitting, she grabbed the waist of your panties with both hands and pulled them down. This gave the photographers a great shot of your standing with your legs slightly apart, totally exposed, with Robin sitting naked staring up at your crotch. After a few seconds, Robin stands up as well. You serve a few more drinks, and rake in a bunch more tips. After another half an hour three guys relieve you and you go your separate ways. Liz, as the only one with her clothes on, agrees to take the tips and share them with you later.