Emma buys some drinks

Emma tried to act natural as she approached the bar, forcing herself to keep her arms away from her breasts and trying to suppress her shivering.

"Well that's not something you see everyday!" the bartender grinned, staring at Emma's breasts.

"Two more, please," Emma smiled playfully, leaning forward and pushing out her chest. "I don't have any money on me, but I'm sure we can find another way to pay."

"Do I know you?" the bartender asked as he prepared her drinks. "I'm sure those breasts look familiar."

"Well, when you win a US Open, you do have to go topless at the awards dinner," Emma replied casually, throwing back her long brown hair.

"Emma Raducanu! I knew I recognised them! There have been some great tits winning recently, but Iga's and Elena's have nothing on you." As he returned with her drinks, his eyes once again settled on her chest. "A bit of squeezing should help to pay for these."

"By all means," Emma smiled, standing on her tiptoes and leaning as far forward as the bar would allow.

Without preamble, the bartender reached forwards, placed his hands on her breasts, and applied pressure.

It took all of Emma's willpower to not pull away. Not just because of the unwanted violation of her private parts, but because of the ice-cold water he had dowsed his hands in. She gasped the moment his hands made contact with her bare skin, and the Brit felt her heart rate quicken as he kneaded, prodded and massaged her boobs.

The natural warmth of his hands soon had her perspiring, and even though her breasts were starting to ache, Emma didn't push him away. Instead, she pulled him into a kiss, and allowed him to ram his tongue down her throat.

When her mouth was dry and she was feeling faint, he withdrew.

"That's earned you free service for the rest of the night," he declared, tenderly stroking her shoulders as a shiver worked its way through her bare body. "Do you want warming up? I'm sure we can sort something out."

"I'm fine, thanks," Emma said breathlessly, picking up the two glasses and realising that he was still yet to look at her face.

"Great, because you've got the body for going naked," the bartender remarked. "Nice ass, by the way!"

Emma made sure to sway her hips from side to side to shake her buttocks as she returned to she booth.

"How did it go?" Leylah asked as Emma slipped back into the stall. In answer, the Brit buried her face in her hands and wailed.

"That was so humiliating! I can still feel him!" she shuddered, hugging her chest tightly as her skin crawled. Emma reached for her shirt, but saw that it had disappeared!

"Did he say you've got us free service for the night?" Leylah asked, conspiratorially.

"Yes. Can I have my shirt back-"

"In that case, I'm definitely keeping it," the Canadian decided.

"What?! Leylah, no, please! I'm naked!"

"Exactly, and we'll get free drinks because of it! Don't be spoilsport!"

Not wanting to cause a scene and attract unwanted attention, Emma conceded, sinking low in her seat.

She picked up her drink and sipped on the cool liquid, wondering how this night could get any worse...