Let Liz do what she wants...

Liz pulls her hands away, bringing the camera back behind you. She pulls your jacket the rest of the way, leaving your basically topless, though your bra dangles a few inches from your chest. You’re once again leaning on the shelves, expectantly waiting for Liz to continue with her mildly abusive photo-shoot. Looking down and back towards your feet, you could see Liz’s panties fall to the ground, followed closely by her bra. She stood behind you and held the camera out to the side, facing the two of you. Liz pushed your skirt and panties down further on your ass, so entire bottom was exposed, and the skirt was barely kept from falling to your feet. You tried to look back at her, but before you could, Liz grabbed a handful of your hair and kept you facing forward.

Then Liz inched towards you until you could feel her hips pressed against your butt. You could just lightly feel her small patch of trimmed hair pressed against your bare lips. Then he her hips pulled away momentarily only to be slammed back with a decent amount of ****. Then she did it again, this time giving an extra little tug on your hair. You were just surprised enough by what she was doing that you managed to give the camera a look of legitimate dismay as she continued to simulate fucking you. Still, with each thwack of her pelvis against yours, you felt a little jolt of pleasure, until you were definitely feeling pretty turned on.

“Ok Danielle, you’ve been a good sport, now let me reward you. Here, turn around.”

You turned around, now leaning your back against the shelves. Liz got down on her knees and handed the camera up to you. She immediately buried her face between your legs, with enough vigor that you have to think that she was pretty turned on as well. You hold the camera high above you and look up, only partially feigning a look of ecstasy as Liz’s tongue runs circles around your clit. Liz stairs up at you with her intense eyes for a few more seconds before eventually standing up and pressing herself against your to kiss your full on the lips. You hold the camera out for one last shot as your lick your own juice off a Liz’s cheek.

After that you both get ready to head back out, her just cleaning up a little. You opted to pull your skirt back up and put your bra back on. The two of you emerge from the pantry and head back behind the bar. 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. You, as the only one with their clothes on, agree to take the tips and share the others later.