Average looking guy carrying a bucket.

“Hi, there’s a bunch of guys watching the end of a baseball game upstairs. We need some more drinks and ice,” the guy waved a twenty around, “I need someone to come help me carry drinks upstairs. I’ll put a ten in the bucket if you carry them up while I carry the ice in my bucket.”

“Yeah, ok, that seems fair enough, girls, you can hold the fort until I get back?”
“Of course, don’t be too long though,” said Liz.

You quickly mixed the drinks that the guy wanted, put them on a tray and carried them to the TV room upstairs where the group was. It was a group of about six guys from the baseball team with two girls. You went around the room and gave people there drinks. You were about to head back down when one of the guys offered you a tip.

“Come here, let me give you a tip,” a guy holding two dollars waved at you.
You smiled, walked over and took the money he was holding out. You patted at your skirt for a second.

“Hmm… no pockets. I guess you’ll just have to stash the money somewhere else,” you lifted one side of your skirt and held it until the guys could slip the bills into the waist of your panties. Like a shot every guy in the room was holding up money.

The next guy was also holding up two dollars and you let him put them in other side of your underwear. At this point, one of the girls in the room was starting to look a little jealous of the attentions being expended on you. The next guys was holding five, so you pulled your sweater and tanktop off one shoulder and let him put it in your bra strap.

You see the next guys holding out a ten dollar bill and you briefly pause to consider how far you want to let this go. You bend over in front of the guy with the ten, and offer your cleavage for the guy to stick the ten in.

“I’ll give you a twenty, but my girlfriend seems to have hidden it in her clothes somewhere.”

You walk over to the guys who spoke, who has a girl sitting in his lap. She’s a reasonably attractive girl with curly, dirty-blonde hair. You reach in to her bra on one side cupping her breast. You check the other side, but no luck there either. You bend over a little further and check all over her bra. Then she unbuttons her pants and you sigh to yourself. You feel all around her underwear, but you can’t find it. Finally, you feel at the crotch of her underwear, but all you feel is slight wetness. You stop to think as the girl runs her fingers up the inside of your leg. She just barely brushes your panties before she reaches in to the pocket of her jeans and pulls out the twenty.

“Should’ve checked the obvious places first,” she says as takes the twenty and slips it in to the front of your panties.

You smile at her, blushing, and then head for the door. You’re still blushing furiously when you get back down to the bar. Strangely, Liz is now wearing the varsity jacket and skirt that the girl had come to the bar with earlier. The outfit fits her badly. Comically, the already short skirt doesn’t even cover Liz’s whole butt, and the jacket won’t zipper over her much larger chest. Robin’s dress had dried off a little bit, but not so much that you couldn’t see that her bra and panties were missing.

Just then, your sister Rachel and her friend Monica walk up to the bar.