After some negotiation, give them a show

You defiantly step back, meeting the proprietor's lusty gaze with as much conviction as you can muster knowing he's undressing you with his eyes.

"I'm not getting naked in front of all of you. I'm either doing this behind the counter or I'm taking this to the cops." You can see the man trying to manipulate the camera so you steal it from him, pushing the memory card back in as you do so, glaring at him.

For his part, while looking like he was making a tough decision the proprietor can't believe you're agreeing, and willingly steps out from behind it. "Okay." You skirt in behind, grabbing a red crop top and lacy panties to put on behind the counter.

As you bend over, you're mostly hidden from the ever watching occupiers of the laundromat, although not from the youths smoking on the street as you unbutton your dress and slide it off of your body. The wispy fabric pools on the floor beneath your feet and you step out of it, now willingly naked near six guys you've never met before, several others watching from the street.

You gulp as you slip on the backless crop top, and it hangs off of your chest with a split up the middle of it, the barest amount of fabric holding it together between your breasts. You think back to the last time you wore these, and you relish in the memory trying to forget where you are now while you slide your underwear up your legs. They hug your ass like a second skin, leaving the bottom of it exposed. With a start, you recall worked well for when you wore this for Jacob, giving him a lap dance for his birthday with his friends partying in the other room, revelling in the excitement of giving yourself to him with so many guys nearby.

Also, you can't help but notice your panties are wet, and it's not just from you...

"Let's see it." comes the proprietor's voice, and you wince as you step out from behind the counter, the gazes of ten men raking your body in your lacy underwear. The fabric from the crop top swishes as you move, only serving to draw more attention to your erect nipples. The lacy, nearly transparent underwear hides little from the guys, and you do a little twirl, slipping unintentionally as one of the guys draws in closer behind you, grabbing you as you stumble.

The proprietor gets back behind the counter, leaning on it. "I'd say that fits her pretty well."

All sense of bravado leaves you as you see his eyes raking your body, taking in every feature exposed by your tiny top and skin tight bottoms, legs arched on your platform heels. You thought just wearing a dress made you feel uncomfortable, but as you feel ten sets of male eyes undressing you, a wave of humiliation and desire builds in you.

"Let us help you up." The guy hugging you grins lasciviously, but you don't see that, and your eyes clasp shut as he runs his hands over your body, molesting you and his hands feel rough, yet so right, as they travel over every inch of skin you're showing. Another gulp escape you as new hands brush over the front of your skimpy coverings, pushing your underwear into your slit.

"You're enjoying getting felt up, aren't you?"

This time, the wetness down there isn't foreign, it's your body getting excited, and soon four of the guys are on you, eight hands rubbing you; two on your breasts and shoulders, rubbing under your crop top and the tiny strings holding it on you, manhandling your tits. Two more squeezing and traveling up and down your torso; teasing the bottom of your breasts when the others aren't there, occasionally pinching a nipple when it's free from other hands; short gasps emanating from you when that happens.

He's also teasing you through your panties, a stray finger occasionally slipping inside of them but he's leaving that mostly for the third guy, who's slowly teasing your slit both in and outside of your body, careful to not totally expose you as his other hand rubs and spreads your thighs. The fourth guy's holding your arms at your sides, stealing glances down your top as your nipples jut out proudly with the attention, both from the guys on your body, and the ones watching the show outside, enjoying your **** molestation.

They start to get more and more daring, hands gently teasing the clothes on you, and you know they'll take it further if you let them, and as your eyes meet the proprietor's, and his own gaze meets yours and glazes over, his mouth opening in what looks like shock, and you know what he wants to see, the guys stripping you and spreading your legs and...

"...no." You start to squirm, to struggle, and while their hands are insistent, even on your heels you manage to push away from them. "..s-show's over boys." You know you couldn't stop them, but they back away, having had their fun for now. While they're just a bunch of harmless frat boys, none of them wants to be brought up on **** charges tonight.

They still watch you as you strut behind the counter, some semblance of confidence restored, at least for the next few seconds, until two things happen. A ringing of bells chimes someone else coming into the Laundromat, and you gasp as you see a familiar face - it looks like Jacob! Luckily, he doesn't see you while you frantically duck behind the counter.

The second thing, as you try to maintain as small a profile as possible, is something foreign batting you in the face (coated by a familiar white substance) revealing what the proprietor had been doing behind the counter while you were being felt up by four guys who'd never met you before....you can't let Jacob see you like this, can you?