No... again!

This, Felicity knew, was the most exposed she would be on this adventure. Once she reached the last aisle she would have to make it perfectly clear that she was following the dress code, and that meant no bunching up her shirt. The only person who would see her breasts was this woman.

And... she walked past without a second glance. Felicity sighed, gave her nipple a consoling rub and stood back up, allowing her t-shirt to fall back into place. Another customer had entered the store while she'd been crouching; now her audience consisted of the Indian store owner, the middle aged black guy still in the first aisle, the white woman who hadn't looked and, in front of her at the counter, a white man in his thirties buying some smokes. Felicity felt the excitement building within her. She wanted to do this while there was one other woman present, and that meant now was the time.

She stepped out of the aisle and paused, her head turned towards the counter. She was on full display to the two customers and the store owner, and beyond them the clear glass doors leading to the outside world. The basket was resting against her other hip, hiding nothing. She turned towards the fridges along the back wall and stood there, pretending to browse the shelves, and saw her own reflection. Grey t-shirt, shoes, and her bald pussy looked back at her. She could feel the air conditioning caressing her bare behind.

"Oh fuck." the man's voice said.

"Woah!" the woman added. "Nice ass, girl!"

"No no no no no!" the Indian clerk said, aggressively making his way towards her. Felicity turned. "You can't do that here!"

"Don't you touch me!" Felicity yelped, panic suddenly bursting out of her as the man bore down on her. "I'll prosecute you for sexual ****!"

The man froze with his hand an inch away from her arm, where he had been about to grab her and drag her out of the store. His face was creased with anger.

"Get out of my store, harlot!" he yelled.

"No!" Felicity replied, shaken but determined. "No, I'm following your store's policy."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"No shirt. No shoes. No service."

"You're fucking insane." the man said, and made to grab her arm again.

"****! ****! He's trying to grab me!"

Clearly agitated, the man withdrew his hand and stepped back towards the counter. Felicity spared a look towards the other four - oh, another woman had entered, this one in her forties - who were staring in horror and amusement at the scene. Great. The store owner pointed an angry finger at her.

"Right. Whore! I'm calling the police."

"Go ahead. I'll wait."

Although she was beginning to shake, Felicity tried to hide it as she confidently walked up to the counter, placed her basket on top of it and folded her arms beneath her chest. She turned towards the others.

"Horrible way to speak to customers, isn't it?" she asked.

The woman that had just entered looked at her with concern, and took a step towards her. "Dear, are you alright? I have my gym clothes in my car if you need-"

"Thanks." Felicity said, a little sharply. "But I'm okay. The sign on the door says no shoes, no shirt, no service. I'm within my rights to be here dressed like this."

"The police probably won't look at it that way." the woman said, though not unkindly.

Very unkindly, the store owner was yelling into his phone and demanding police be sent there immediately. Felicity ignored him.

"You still have time to run, dear." the woman suggested. "Maybe they'll just see it as a silly prank."

"Or, fuck," said the man who had been buying cigarettes "You can, like, take your top off too and REALLY stick it to the man."

"Pervert." said the younger woman.

"Oh yeah, like I'm the pervert here. Not Miss Smooth Pussy over there."

Felicity felt her self-assurance starting to wither a little. The owner's angry reaction had been expected, but actually experiencing it first hand had shaken her badly. When the police arrived things would only get more intense. She could run. Or take up the woman on her offer. Or go fetch her shorts from the shelves. Or do as the guy suggested and reveal everything, although that would make her the offender here. Or she could stick to the plan, and stand her ground. Bottomless. In front of a crowd of onlookers who were all determined that she was wrong.