Not quite

Stace gives her friend a hug as she heads into the back and whispers in her ear. "I dare you to ditch the shirt and work the rest of your shift topless."

_Oh, fuck, _Brandi thought. She'd forgotten that her friend had one dare she was able to give today. She could refuse and take a permanent dare from the group, or she could come back out here topless for the rest of her shift.

She looked at the clock, there were only 25 minutes left before she could clock out. And it's not like her breasts were concealed anyway in this transparent (and now very wet shirt). But coming out topless would feel different--more brazen. She couldn't pretend she wasn't aware of her nudity like she'd been able to when she was wearing the shirt.

Still, the thought of exposing herself in that way was making her hot again, despite the earth-shattering orgasm she'd just had.