Even more naughtyness

With a stern look, Jenna looked at both of us and said:

"Well guys, it has been fun, but I have to return to work, but I cannot leave you here like this" She said, looking at Carrie.

"Sure, I understand..." Carrie said, standing up. However, Jenna's hand on her shoulder stopped her from getting up.

"I have other tables to attend, but i cannot leave you here like this..." She said, and looked at you for approval. Noticing your smirk, she proceeded.

"Per house rules, any female patron with a cum-covered face cannot be wearing anything below the waist." Jenna said, with the most serious expression she could muster. Carrie gave the most comic surprised look you have ever seen.

"That wont be possible!" You said, and Carrie expression relaxed, that is, until you continued speaking. "Carrie is wearing a pair of stockings, and I love how stockings fit her nice legs." Carrie imediatly knew where the conversation was going, but Jenna answered before she could react.

"Oh, but sir, that will not be a problem, as house rules state, wearing anything below the waist means wearing anything that hides the cum-covered patron's pussy from view. Stockings are exempt of obeying that rule." Jenna said, keeping the stern ans serious look.

Trying to escape an impossibly embarassing and humiliating situation, but still playing the game, Carrie said "But my skirt is way too big, it wont fit inside my purse".

"Thats no problem, i can take it and safely store it inside my locker. My LOCKED locker!" Jenna said, with special emphasis on the fact that if she gave her her skirt, she would take it away from her and lock it in a safe place, leaving her bottomless and ****.

Carrie was at a loss of words, even more after she looked at you and said you keeping the neutral face (like if nothing was wrong). Seeing no 'stop' face from you, Carrie resigned herself to her fate and unzipped the side of her skirt. A few seconds later, she handed the blue skirt to Jenna, feeling the cold leather against her bare and very wet slit. Like nothing was different, Jenna said:

"Enjoy your breakfast! Call me if you need anything!" And with that, she left, blue skirt in hand, going straight for the back door. And Carrie quickly noticed two things. First: how **** she was, bottomless at a cafe, with her skirt locked at an unknown barista's locker, 3 blocks away from her boyfriend's apartment (at this point, she barely remembered how her face was completely plastered and covered with cum). Second, and most impostantly: how horny she was! Luckily, you both were far from the entrance and way in the back.