Gas Station is Mandatory

The two men shrugged.

“Sorry, but Gas Station is mandatory. It’ll be fine just cover-up.” Bob said

They pulled into the gas station parking lot.

“You guys go, I’ll stay in the car,” Jordan said

“Nope, don’t want you stealing anything,” Bob said opening her car door.

“Please.” She begged

“Nope.” He gestured his hand

Jordan took it, not knowing it revealed her left boob to John. She stepped down. Using one hand to hold her shirt down, another to cover her cameltoe.

“Oww.” Jordan said

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, my feet are just killing me,” Jordan said, wincing with each step.

They entered the gas station. John is already at the candy section. Jordan stuck close to Bob, covering herself the best she could. Jordan turned to look at some soda near the back when she turned to Bob. He was gone. Jordan panicked, she went around the store, others started to notice her attire as she gained an audience. Her walk was slowed by her compromising position and aching feet, she finally found John in the beer cooler.

“There you are!” Bob said from behind as he grabbed the right sleeve of Jordan and pulled her,

Jordan fell onto her ass, as Bob ripped off the rest of her shirt. Jordan laid on the floor, bare chest and cameltoe exposed to the onlooking audience.

“Eek!” Jordan whined

“Sorry,” Bob said

Jordan got up, quickly covering her chest. She booked it to the door when John reached over and grabbed her wrist. Releasing the cover of her tits. Jordan yelped.

“Sorry, we need the extra hands, “ John said throwing two large bags of ice onto each of Jordan's shoulders. She almost lost balance, she stabilized herself. Jordan's face turned red.

“I need cover!” Jordan pleaded

“It’s fine, everyone's seen some boob,” John said smacking her ass. “Get to the checkout line,”

Jordan, Bob, and John got in line behind a few other people. Jordan stood, shaking and red. They made their way to the clerk. The clerk was wide-eyed, staring at Jordan's exposed breasts.

“Good day ain't it!” John said twisting the nipple of Jordan

Jordan sprung up red and slid the ice bags onto the counter. Bob and John placed the two, six-packs of beer on the table.

“ID?” The clerk asked

John and Bob both reached into their pockets.

“Shit,” they said in unison. “We don't have ours. Anyway, we could just pay for these, clearly, we’re over 21.” John said

“Hmm… I’ll tell you what, give me the underwear on her, ill give you this for free.”

Jordan went wide-eyed as her face flushed red.

“No deal,” Jordan yelled

“Sorry, your modesty is less important than ****,” John said as he grabbed the sides of Jordans shorts and yanked down. Jordan fell onto the counter, ass up. John dragged the shorts past her boots, slamming his fist into them.

“Ow!” Jordan yelped

John raised the shorts up high as the other men in the store cheered. Jordan red-faced. Immediately shot her arms to cover her exposed private parts.

“Here you go, sir!” John exclaimed as he handed the tiny shorts to the clerk

“You guys can go now!” The clerk announced.

Jordan, still red-faced, started to walk away. When the two ice bags returned on her shoulders. Stumbling around, she revealed her pussy and nipples to the gas station. With every eye on Jordan, she blushed harder than she ever had.

“Please no!” Jordan whined

“If you hate this so much, why are your nips hard?” Bob asked pointing to her exposed chest

Jordan whined “The ice!”

“Well, then what's this wet spot in the underwear?” The clerk asked raising the shorts

Everyone diverted their attention to the clerk.

“Sounds like she’s a whore” a random woman said

Jordan whimpered, too embarrassed to speak. She turned around and started walking away, Bob and John following suit. Jordan made it outside, immediately. Every. Single. Person. Was watching Jordan. She froze, closing her eyes and blushing. John came up behind and smacked her ass. Starting her to walk again. Jordan reached the truck, they threw everything into the back with Jordan. Jordan one last time, exposes her pussy to onlookers as she gets into the truck.

“Take me home now.” Jordan sternly said

“Got it, where to?” Bob said gleefully