Standing Room Only

"Can I get a cocktail?" Someone asked, their voice barely able to cut over the chatter that filled the crowded bar.

"Coming right up!" Tifa shouted back. When she had hoped she would stay busy to help distract her from her nudity, she didn't expect this. The place was packed. All the seats at the bars and tables were filled and people were sitting on pinball machines and windowsills, with just as many more milling around.

She loathed to admit it, but Jessie had been right all along. This was the busiest 7th Heaven had ever been by orders of magnitudes. She was making money hand over fist, and she felt intensely guilty about it, as if her shame wasn't enough. These people didn't have a lot. She felt like she was taking them for a ride with as much money they were throwing at her. But then again, they came here on their own free will. If she was going to debase herself, at least the reward was great.

She poured the liquor into the mixer and began to shake it. Normally, she would spin a twist and put on a little show as she mixed, flipping the mixer up into the air and behind her back. But her hands were too unsteady to even attempt that. It would take more time for her to get used to bar-tending naked before she would be able to do that. Not that I will, Tifa quickly cut that line of thinking off.

But even doing simple shakes caused her breasts to wobble and bounce together. And everyone stared, openly. She could feel a new wave of heat wash over her already red face as the stares of dozens focused on her jiggling bare chest. Slamming the shaker down, half has a way to vent some frustration and half to make sure it didn't slip out of her hand, she poured out and slid the finished drink to the customer.

"Hey, can we get another round over here!" Someone at the table in the corner farthest from the bar waved.

"Sure thing!" Tifa answered reflexively, her customer service instincts not totally, only mostly, overrun by raw embarrassment. She cursed under her breath. She should have made them come up for their drinks.

Mumbling to herself, she turned her back to the bar and to the shelf of drinks behind the counter. The table asking for refills was drink beer our of the tap. She lined up six clean mugs and filled them up. She then took a few deep breaths to stop her from hyperventilating, then walked out onto the bar floor, three mugs in each hand.

So here I am, Tifa though as her feet ground to a halt. This was her first time stepping out from behind the bar that night. With the counter top to shield her, she could pretend that she was just topless. But now, she was totally exposed. Everyone stopped talking and turned to look. She took a few steps, but her legs felt like gelatin and it took all of her willpower to quite the tumult of butterflied in her stomach threatening to bring up bile.

The walk to the table felt like an eternity. The heavy footfalls of her boots echoed though the now silent bar and sent shock-waves up her body, causing her butt to jiggle and breasts to sway. It was so quite, Tifa, and she was sure everyone else, could hear the faint slapping of skin against skin as her breasts bobbed and bounced.

The walk gave her time to really see who was here tonight. She recognized nearly every face. Shop keepers, construction workers, teachers, vagrants, it seemed like everyone in Sector 7 turned out to get an eyeful of her. It was somewhat flattering, Tifa would never say out loud, so see so many people turn out just for her. Tifa was surprised to see that there were a fair number of women in the sea of faces, not just men. And the women stared just as intently. She didn't know how she felt about that.

After the walk across the bar, which felt like it took centuries, she made it to the table, where she put down the the mugs of ****. She kept her back straight and bent at the knees to lower herself. She didn't have the guts to dangle her breasts in their faces.

As she placed the last mug down, a loud, sharp slap echoed though the bar. Someone just slapped her ass. With honed, predatory like reflexes, she spun around before the offending hand had barley left her skin. She grabbed the culprits wrist. He screamed in pain as she twisted. She could feel bones snapping under her super human strength, augmented by her righteous fury.

With the molester in front of her now, she delivered a kick square into the center of his chest. He sailed out of the double doors of 7th Heaven's entrance, and continued to fly though the air for several feet until he skidded to at stop, and crumbled heap at the end of a dust trail.

"Anyone else feeling frisky!" Tifa barked, breaking heavily, teeth gritted. She looked around the room. No one was looking at her now. On the other side of the swinging double doors, Tifa caught a gimps of Marle, grinning widely and giving her a thumbs up.

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