One dollar per piece of clothing

"I'll give you one dollar per piece of clothing," the blonde offered.

Lucy's heart skipped a beat. Her junker of a car could scarcely get more than 10 miles to the gallon, and she lived 5 miles away. At nearly three dollars a gallon, she would barely make it back the next day even if she got stark naked.

Lucy cleverly lied, "Is there any way you can give me more, I live 15 miles out, and I'll barely even be able to get home with three dollars."

The clerk squinted skeptically and thought for a moment. "Well... I'll give you five bucks if you take a picture with me."

Lucy was shocked. That would be more than enough, and she wouldn't even need to strip.

The blonde hopped over the counter and got out her phone. Lucy gladly leaned in, ready to take a picture.

"What are you doing?" the girl asked.

"What do you mean?" Lucy responded.

"We aren't gonna take a picture with your clothes on."

All color drained from Lucy's face when she realized what the girl wanted. She tried to protest, but the blonde was stern, "It's naked or nothing."

With nothing left to say, Lucy grudgingly unzipped her checkered skirt, the wet cloth falling to the ground. She steeled her nerves, reaching for the clasp of her bra. Her breasts fell as the stifling item left her skin. Now, only her panties remained.

Lucy tried to keep an arm over her chest while she removed her final remaining cover, but the soaked underwear clung to her damp skin. Hesitantly, she used both hands to slide them off.

The blonde clearly enjoyed the show and grabbed Lucy by her waist to get her into the frame. "Say cheese," the girl instructed.