He wants to see Naomi's breasts

“How about you show us your tits?” the man said with a cheeky smile that showed the rows of sparkly white teeth.

Naomi immediately felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment as the rest of the men around the table, and even a couple of the slaves burst out laughing. She was just about to walk away and continue with her work when his hands reached for the pockets of his shorts.

“I’m serious,” he said. “I reeeeally wanna see them.” He lifted his hand for Naomi to see the hundred dollar bills in it. “Two hundred dollars, to see those gorgeous breasts of yours.”

Naomi bit her lip, her cheeks were probably bright red and her body felt like it was frozen stiff. $200 just to go topless for a moment. She’d have some spending money for the rest of the vacation, and she’d probably not have to do anything humiliating or slutty again all week.

It felt like it was a form of cheating though. But then, maybe Paul would get all horny thinking about what a slut she’d been when he wasn’t around. Maybe he’d even punish her when she told him. She had to clear the thought of the spanking she’d recently received out of her mind, otherwise she’d get those hotpants all wet and sticky in front of these guys.

“Come on,” the man said. “You’re practically topless anyway, you dirty hoe.”

She didn’t much appreciate being called a dirty hoe, at least not by someone other than Paul. He waved the money in front of her face and she suddenly felt like something that she’d always looked down on, or been disgusted by. A bald man looked her up and down, licking his lips as he kept a tight grip on his slave’s leash. She sat on his lap, a skinny girl with her hair dyed purple.

“Fine,” Naomi said. Showing off her body wasn’t cheating. Given the outfit he’d made her wear, and the expectation he had that she answer the door naked, he probably wanted her to show off her body to other men. She reached for the cash, but the blonde man pulled his hand back.

“Tits first,” he said. “Then you get paid.”

Naomi breathed hot air out of her nose. He could walk away without paying her. She looked at her feet. This was so ridiculous that she was doing this, but then, the collar around her neck was ridiculous, the slaves sat on the table were ridiculous, this whole place was ridiculous.

She stared at her feet for a moment longer before crossing her hands over at the bottom of her top and lifting it. She stopped just as the bottom of her breasts were visible, looking up at the crowd. She couldn’t help but feel turned on a little by having those eager eyes on her. She lifted the top to reveal her boobs. They were still a little pink from the flogging, the nipples still a little hard and they perked up even more due to the situation.

The blonde man licked his lips. “What am I paying for here? Lift the top over your head, I want the whole topless experience, damn, I’m paying enough.”

Naomi looked down again, feeling degraded by this asshole, it felt so humiliating to be given instructions of a sexual nature by someone she instantly hated. She lifted the top over her head, pulling her hair back when she was topless.

She stood for a moment with the top in one hand, hands by her sides as the whole table inspected her boobs and toned waist. Her eyes didn’t know where to look, it felt too demeaning to look any of them in the eyes.

“I hope you liked what you saw,” Naomi said angrily, lifting the top to put it back on.

“What do you think you’re doing?” the blonde man said.

“You wanted to see my tits. You had a pretty good look at them.”

“I didn’t have two hundred dollars worth of a look.”

“We had a deal.”

“And it’s not finished yet.” He handed over one of the bills and she snatched it. “If I pay to see tits, I don’t just want to see them for a moment. I want a good long look at them from different angles. Now hand over that top, and get back to work, while I watch you.” He smirked, and some of his friends chuckled. “Half now, half at the end of your shift.”

Naomi glared at him, wondering whether to keep the hundred she’d already made or stay topless for the rest of the shift. Her cheeks were so warm, they’d probably gone a dark purple. She closed her eyes tight, then handed the top over.

“Think of it like this,” the man said as he snatched it from her. “I’m renting your top until you’re done working.”

Naomi turned her back on him, walking back to the bar to serve more drinks. She was very conscious of the eyes on her from all around the pool as her breasts bounced with every step. There was no point in covering them up, everyone had already seen, besides, she’d have to hold the platter in a moment.

The worst thing was that her hotpants had no pockets, so she’d had to stuff the bill inside them like a stripper.

She walked around the pool for a while, serving drinks while all the customers ogled her, though nobody dared to try and have a feel at least.

The blonde man had made another order in the meantime, and she approached with the drinks, an angry look on her face as she checked her out.

“Alright,” he said. “I’m sorry about earlier. How about I make up for it.” He held out the other hundred dollar bill he’d kept from her earlier.

She reached for it, but he pulled his arm back again. Naomi stood with her arms folded over her breasts.

“I’ll pay you the rest now, if you’d like to make some more money.”

“Don’t even bother asking me to get naked, because that’s not happening.”

The rest of the table laughed.

“No, I had something else in mind.”