Rachel walks over to Liz...

“Hey Rachel, what can I get for you?” Liz asks.

“Oh whatever you want to make. That’s quite the outfit you’ve got there, how’d you end up wearing that?”

“Oh, this is because of that tip jar we put out. People put money in and get to make requests for us bartenders. Some girl wanted to trade clothes apparently the outfit was earning her a lot of attention.”

“Well, it looks pretty hot on you, though it does look like it got shrunk somehow.”

“Yeah, I’m a lot taller than the girl who gave it to me.”

Rachel’s wearing a pair of black shorts with rolled up legs and a tank top with a low drooping collar. As usual, she’s not wearing a bra, and her “cleavage” exposes her nipples every time she so much as coughs.

“Hmm… well, I think I’m going to have to put some money in the tip jar,” Rachel puts in the money and then stands with her chin in her hand thinking for a minute, “what I’d like you to do is take off your bra and underwear, and let me get one picture with us together.”

Liz looks unenthused by the prospect of taking her underwear off, and you can’t blame her, because her skirt barely covers anything, but she agrees on the condition that she can put them back on afterwards. Liz turns towards the wall and takes off her jacket and bra, only turning around once that jacket is back on. Then she slides her panties down and comes around the bar to stand with Rachel. Liz looks comical, but is technically covered up. But she hasn’t counted on Rachel’s exhibitionism. When Liz gets close enough, Rachel shrugs off the shoulders of her tank top, but quickly falls down over her tiny waist. Then she hugs Liz around the waist, pressing her head sideways between Liz’s breasts making a kissy face. Then at the last second, moves a hand under Liz’s skirt so that her hand is on Liz’s butt.

The sight of the two of them draws a lot of attention from the crowd, and people start putting money in the tip jar. Before Liz can get back behind the bar, a guy puts a twenty bucks in the jar.