Slight Problem

A full fifteen minutes had passed as Blake grumbled to himself as he went to the lottery machine for the fourth time in a row; to get another twenty tickets printed while he glanced at the line forming and his eyes bolted open seeing who was next in line. Seeing Renee, he couldn't help but gawk for a full five seconds. She seemed to be wearing a bag, purple undies, and her orange shoes. And nothing else judging from the milky white chest meat spilling over and on the sides of her bag.

“Holy fuck she's topless…” Blake shouted in his mind as this dream of his was actually coming true and this old fart was preventing him from a closer look. Oh and had a line going out the door but Blake had his priorities. And she was next in line! Knowing this geezer would insist on keep going, he quickly unplugged the lottery machine, and told the older man to step aside while the machine rebooted.

“Hey Renee, looking good, love the shoes!”

“Th…thanks…”

“Any reason for your daring wardrobe?”

“Long story, but rough day…”

“How can I help you?”

“I just need $20 on pump…” she looked back at the line of people with all their eyes affixed on her nearly naked backside. “Nine. And please make it quick.” Renee demanded while shuffling through her bag for her phone, unknowingly letting her right breast with extended puffed nipple pointing directly at Blake.

“So tit…tap to pay, got it!” He said pressing the buttons nowhere near any of what he was supposed to. After a full minute of sideyeing her uncovered massive mammary, he finally put in the proper price for gas. The young ginger managed to pull out her phone slamming it against the card machine. A giant red X appeared on the screen as Renee tried again. Then six more times, each met with rejection.

“What the hell?” questioned the fireheaded female as she remembered that she needed to unlock her phone in order for her payment to be accepted. After an angered huff escaped her lips, she positioned the phone toward her face. Only to be met with the new background of a smug blonde girl smirking with a peace sign as Renee was secured to the flagpole in her Eve suit. Remembering now how Tracey used her phone to record video, and also mess with her settings making it impossible to unlock the phone currently.

“....Is there a problem?”

“It… it was working before. Someone fucked with my phone earlier. Please Blake, let me get enough gas to get home and I'll be right back to pay you. You know I'm good for it!”

Looking at the poor carrot headed female and her right flesh orb resting on top of her bag, the lavender panties, and orange sneakers she currently had on. An idea came to play as he began to sneer slightly before settling on his customer service smile.

“Tell you what, I'll give you gas money. In exchange for something.”

Renee glared at the asshole before her ready to vent her frustrations only to be interrupted by the sounds of laughter behind her. Looking back she saw the massive line of people out the door and all fixated on her nearly naked backside. She had to get out of there. And as soon as humanly possible. Letting out a resenting sigh she looked back at Blake with a slight bit of anger.

“...What do you mean exactly?”