Carolyn's turn

“Okay Carolyn, it’s your turn,” he said, turning to his companion. She thought she was safe from the craziness. She frowned slightly, not sure what was next.

“The jacket and boots can stay, please take the rest of your clothes off,” Billy said confidently.

“I don’t want…” she started, but stood up.

She blinked at Billy, unsure. Neveriously, she got up, took her boots off, then slowly peeled the leggings down and stepped daintily out of them. With shaking hands, she unclasped the skirt, and slit it down.

Nobody in the area seemed to notice anything. It was everyday they saw a pretty young woman stripping.

Slowly, she pulled the shirt over her head and placed it on the table.

“Now the bra and panties,” he reminded her.

Rolling her eyes, unclamping the bra, she let her medium sized breasts free of their confines. Quickly, she pulled her panties down and stepped out of them.

“Okay?” she asked.

“Yes, go ahead and put the jacket and boots on,” he told her, which she did.

“Since you weren’t able to give your boyfriend a blow job, I think it only appropriate that you offer to give a BJ to any guy in the diner. For each you do, you get one piece of clothing back.” he told her.

“Oh….I guess,” she said, standing and scanning the crowd.

“If anyone tells you to leave, or has an issue with what you are doing, just tell them that this is normal,” he told her. Not sure it would work, but what the hell.