Flora

After what felt like an eternity mooning oncoming traffic and plenty of comments of her butt hanging out, Renee had managed to fix her tire.

“Awesome, now I can get out of here.”

“You mean I can, Ms. Bubble Booty. Hand over your keys.”

Renee slowly turned around realizing she was full mooning a somewhat chubby muscular raven haired woman named Flora.

“....Um…no?” Renee protested standing up in full confidence while revealing her rainbow Pet My Kitty thong which garnered a loud laugh from the criminal.

“Babe, if you think you can take me on, welcome to try. But I gotta get going before Officer Angel realizes I left her car. So yours will do. I'll also be taking your blouse.”

“My keys are in my car. But why my shirt?!”

“Cause cops are less likely to believe you were robbed wearing that cute little piece of butt floss. I know who you are, Reluctant Redhead. Pervy shit I did back in my day. So now, either hand it over or else."

“Or what?!” Renee angrily said stepping toward the black haired woman shoving her back just a step. In retaliation, she instantly ripped the shirt off Renee at once revealing an orange demi bra.

“I was going to be nice…” Flora growled as she lunged at Renee tackling her to the ground. Renee tried to squirm free but the muscle bound woman was too much weight for her. Flora tore her bra off of the redhead, flipped the ginger on her stomach, tied the torn garment to her wrists, and slapped her bulbous bared buns as hard as she could. Getting up while pushing Renee back into the ground as she made her way to the redhead's unlocked vehicle.

As Renee tried to regain her bearings she looked up hearing the sound of a car starting. Looking back and seeing the silver Impala start to pull away. With her bag, keys, and phone still inside.

“Wait you can't leave me like this!?”

“You're lucky I left you your bra! Thanks for the ride milk tits!” Flora smirked, taking some photos of Renee on the ginger's own phone before speeding off into the distance.

As Renee stumbled to her feet, she realized that her bag with her phone and keys were still in the car. Looking down at her bare tits, her hands tried to move but fidgeted within her restricted grip. Her fingertips could only scrape an inch of her bulbous buttocks Renee was only in her thong, socks, shoes, and technically a bra at this point in the middle of a busy road. She had no phone, no way to cover up, and at this rate no luck was to be seen either as she looked at the long stretch of street eventually leading to home.