Leave her bound and bottomless

Tyler grabbed Jordan's pants and leaned close to her ear. "Meet me in the car." With that he yanked her pants and underwear to her knees.

Jordan gasped. She turned around ready to smack him. Only to not see him and not be able to move her arms from their restraints. He really tied her arms behind her back. She gasped again upon looking down and seeing her stumbled public mound staring back at her. She looked around in the small aisle, no one was there yet but that wouldn't last long. She started to shuffle towards the back, causing her pants and underwear to pool at her ankles.

*Ding* *Ding*

Jordan whined. That was the indicator that someone else entered the store. She tried her to hurry her shuffle but the bound arms and clothes at her ankles made it hard to move with any sort of hustle.

*Ahem* Jordan went wide-eyed. Someone was behind her. Getting a clear view of her **** state. Her firm small ass was shining in his face. Before she could turn around, a man had moved past her. As if trying not to make eye contact himself. He was a painter of some kind. You could tell from his jeans tossed with white splots all over it and company branded hoodie. He reached into the open cooler where Jordan was pantsed and grabbed a drink before heading to the register.

Jordan was petrified. Her face a deep crimson. She just flashed her bare ass to the man. She started waddling to the corner of the store, as far from the register as possible.

*Ding* *Ding*

She couldn't believe another person. She just had to hope that none of them wanted juice or tea. She kept waddling. She was only about 10 feet from the door if she ran quick enough, she could hope to not be able to be seen. One problem, she was hobbled by her clothes at her ankles. She had a choice.

*Ding* *Ding*

She had to make it fast.