She already did.

"Everything except my shirt and skirt," she said like she was contemplating life's mysteries. She spun slightly at the table and lifted her right leg high and made a show of taking off her sandal. The leg went down and you were pretty sure she was still sitting with her right leg cocked open. Then she did the same thing with her left, setting the shoes on the table. You watched as her eyes never left yours, but yours started sliding up and down her body, stopping at each nipple...her suckable neck...those lips...

"Done," she said. "Nothing but this skirt," she said running her fingers up her thighs; they were definitely spread wide apart under the table. You imagined her pushing the skirt higher and hoped that she did... "and this shirt," she added, dragging her finger nails up her sides and around her firm tits. "Nothing at all," she said with a grin. She reached for a shot glass and you swallowed hard realizing she's sitting at her job, flashing her pussy to anyone who happens to look at her just right.

She took a shot and downed it, making a grimace as she did, her cheeks and neck immediately flushing.

"All right, now it's your turn to be sitting her with your shit on display. Pants. Undo them. Take that cock out," she said with a succubus grin, looking around the bar. There was an old couple still there, maybe in their 50's, and a single woman with huge fake tits. Everyone could look over at any second and you were rock hard.