She does

"Okay, sure, um, I'll just go to the bathroom and take off my...thong," Stacy says with her cheeks burning pink as she tries to step past the two men.

They close in and make a wall in front of the girl. "Nah," Mark says, "you can slip them off right here. It's quiet, so no one will notice if you're quick about it." He holds out his hand waiting for Stacy's panties.

She nods and glances past them quickly. There aren't many other people in the shop and no one appears to be approaching the counter, so Stacy goes for it. Slipping her hands up her skirt, trying her best to not flash the men in spite of what's coming, she grabs the thong, yanks it down, and slides it off over her shoes. There's a brief moment of hesitation as she realizes giving these to the man meant she would be without panties until she gets to pull the next outfit in the morning.

Mark makes a come hither motion with his hand and Stacy hands him her thong. "My goodness, these are absolutely drenched, Angel."

He wasn't wrong. Stacy could feel the slick lubrication between her legs. Even if she was panicked inside she was somehow excited about the situation. Dylan would be proud.

"Now that you've earned an easy 10 bucks why don't you mosey on over there and earn an easy 25?" Dempsey Transports says as he slaps Stacy on the ass. She squeals as most of the hand lands on her skirt, but his fingers make contact with her skin. It does the trick. Stacy wastes no time scurrying back to the rack of chargers. Mostly to get away from possibly being spanked again. "One of society's biggest failures was when husbands stopped spanking wives," Dylan had once told her during a roleplay session. "It should be part of any household training program. Some women even come to crave spankings. We'll find out if that's who you are when I meet you."

The comment had sent Stacy down a hole of researching the history of spanking and, eventually, spanking porn. Those videos were on her mind as she crossed the floor to "look" at the bottom row of charges. When she bent at the waist allowing her short skirt to ride up she imagined she was doing it for Dylan. He called it "presenting herself."

She closes her eyes and whispers "I've been naughty, Master. I present myself to you for punishment." And she starts to count in her head.

As she counts, Mark and the clerk are using the opportunity to take in the sights of Stacy's bare pussy and tight ass cheeks. Dempsey Transports, however, noticed the girl had left her phone on the counter. He picks it up and is pleased to find it unlocked. He sends himself a text from her phone so he has her number. He quickly makes some setting adjustments and then taps his phone against hers.

Seconds before Stacy finishes counting he calls out "Hey, girl, look over your shoulder and give me a big smile." Stacy doesn't even think as she opens her eyes, looks back, and forces a bright smile. She watches as Dempsey Transports takes a photo with his phone. Stacy stands up straight and yelps "30!"

Meredith's voice interrupts the moment, "Stacy!"

Stacy and the men turn to see Meredith standing there with her jaw open. Stacy covers her face. "Oh my God, Meredith."

Meredith storms over to Stacy and tugs at the back of her skirt, pulling it lower. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you how short it was. We need to go," and takes her hand. Stacy's ashamed and dazed by the situation so she starts walking behind Meredith.

Mark intervenes by blocking Meredith's path. "Woah, woah, little sister. Your friend earned this fair and square." He holds out the charger. On the other hand, he dangles the thong off his finger. "$35 for panties and a show. Isn't that right?"

Stacy is silent as she takes the charger from Mark.

Meredith is beside herself. "Is this true? Were you...prostituting yourself?"

Dempsey Transport steps next to Mark. He holds Stacy's phone out for Meredith. On it is the picture of Stacy bending over showing her goods. Meredith can't help but blush seeing so much of Stacy. She takes the phone as Dempsey Transport speaks. "Hey now, there was nothing of the sort happening. Maybe a little indecent exposure, but what's the harm in that between consenting adults?" He leers at Meredith and she shudders. "Your clothes are a little frumpy, but I can tell you have what it takes, too."

Meredith can't handle his gaze and looks back down at Stacy's phone and the photo. "Stacy, we really need to go."

As if scripted, both of the men step aside and give a little bow. "Ladies, thank you for the entertainment," Dempsey Transport says. "And, was it Stacy? I'll be in touch with some opportunities...down the road."

With that the two girls quickly exit the truck stop and head to the RV.