Rouse the crowd to get Sam naked.

“So, I´m going to get a radio and an item of my choosing for free, right?” You scoot over to Robert.

“That was the deal.”

“Can I have my radio now?”

“Sure.”

“Excellent.” You grab one of the radios and climb upon another table. “Limited time only! Free radio to anyone who brings me a pair of black panties and bra.”

“Wait, what?”

“Is what she wearing game?” A brunette clad in a bombastic bikini points at Sam.

“Rachel, can you not be bitch for once in your li-”

“Of course!”

The bombshell of a brunette locks eyes with Sam, she is accompanied by two more lady friends. They climb the table. “Oh fuck off, Rachel. Are you still mad about what happened with Jerem-”

“Yes.” The trio jumps at Sam, but the underwear-clad woman deftly spins on her feet and avoids them. Sam quickly hops down to escape but is caught by a leaping Rachel who tackles her to the sand. They both roll around for a while in a somewhat hostile embrace. Sam pulls her rival´s ponytail, but it´s not enough to stop her from yanking out her bra.

The brunette tosses the garment to your hands, and Sam uses that opportunity to pull out Rachel´s bikini top. Now both of them are fighting with their breasts in the air. They are remarkably similar, both perky, round, and with rosy nipples, only Sam´s a bit paler.

“How dare you!” Sam and Rachel are now playing tug of war with the only bikini top between the two. The partygoers whistle and holler while Richard covers his eyes as the catfight escalates. The women push and pull, their breasts bouncing with each movement. The garment is torn asunder from all the stress of the fight.

“Look at what you did!”

“Me?! You started this!”

The rivals circle each other like lions about to pounce on each other. While the silent deadlock is going on, Rachel´s friends sneak behind Sam and pull her bottoms down. The whistles reach a new crescendo as Sam looks down. She covers her bushy, blonde sex after screeching like a dying cat. The woman behind her snatches the panties off her feet to throw them at Rachel, who chucks them at you.

“Heh, I win! Do I get my radio now?”

“Knock yourself out.” You toss the thing to Rachel, who holds it in front of her chest. Meanwhile, Sam is standing in the middle of the crowd like a butt-naked deer stuck in the headlights.

“The show must go on, isn’t that right fellas?” You slap Sam´s back and everyone cheers. “…and Robert?”

“I g-guess so.”

“Don´t be such a sourpuss,” you tell the still immobile Sam. “Think of the raise you´ll be able to ask after all this!” If looks could kill, Sam would have disintegrated you just now. Both you and Rachel.

However, it seems her pockets have more sway over her actions than her hatred. With ****, she stands back on the table to the adoring cheers of her fans and began dancing again.

If her movements were awkward and clunky before, then she might as well be moving like a rusty robot now. Just as well, it fits the music. To her credit, she is moving her arms somewhat. You don’t think you´ll have the courage to do that if your places were reversed.

The party is crowded. You have to push your way back to Robert to claim your reward. He is sitting at the back with his palms over his face. “Don´t worry,” you encourage him. “This will really drive up your sales, you´ll thank me later. Anyway, I’ll be taking this away from your hands as we agreed. See you later.”

“Wait. I´m going to have to ask you to give back that uniform. It´s company property.”

“Are you serious?”

“Deadly so. I think Sam would like it back when she is done with …that.”

“Fine,” you strip down, hand over the uniform{if Ropa > 4} and get dressed in your rags again{endif}.

{if Ropa < 4}“But this isn´t part of the uniform!” You smile and put on Sam´s underwear. It´s a bit tight, but it fits snugly. Ha, you can´t believe your plan worked! What do you take from the electronic store? {endif}