Stop her quickly

Jo manages to undo a couple of buttons before I realise what's going on.

"Woah woah woah, stop stop," I quietly hiss at her. "That's not how it works!"

Josephine stops, or to be more precise, freezes. "What do you mean," she says, quietly in a monotone.

"I'm pretty sure that you have to use the app, for people to be okay with you opening your shirt," I tell her. "If you just do it yourself, I don't think you could get away with it like when I made you take off your bra. You could get in big trouble."

Josephine blanches. "Okay," she says, putting her hands down on the table. "Good to know. Um..." She looks to my phone. "Can I do that then?"

I look to her questioningly. "You... want to open your shirt in public. Without being pushed."

Josephine bushes slightly. "Well, I thought... if we're having some fun, I'd give it a go," she said. "We're the only people who'd notice. I'm pretty sure you won't mind, and it won't bother me if you stare at my chest, so..." she shrugs.

I hesitate, and then nod a bit too quickly. "Yeah, do it!" I enthuse.

Josephine pokes at my phone. "It's giving me a pop up saying that I'm not an authorised user. I think I need you to unlock it," she says, handing me the phone. I look at the notification.

User permissions lock

Having a partner in crime doesn't allow them to use the functionality that you've purchased on your account! They have to use CG through their own, 'co-pilot' account. Send your co-pilot a CG invite for them to benefit from your offer.

Note: unauthorised users apart from co-pilots are subject to punishment modifications to protect against security breaches. Be careful where you leave your phone!

I feel that you can work with this. "You can't use the customisations I've purchased," I tell her. "You'll need to install this app on your own phone."

"Okay," she says. "I'll get on that after dinner. We should probably eat, our food's getting cold."

"Let me help you with your shirt first," I say. I tap Open Shirt / Take Off Shirt.

"Oh," Josephine says, as she suddenly finds herself unbuttoning her shirt. "Um, okay," she mutters uncertainly.

Soon, her shirt is open, with her boobs hanging out invitingly. "Is this what you wanted?" She says to me.

I press the button again, and Josephine immediately busies herself pulling her arms through her sleeves.

"I figure that we can avoid soup stains this way," I joke.

Josephine looks at me with mock disapproval. Her nipples are starting to stiffen. "Oh yes, great, thanks," she says sarcastically. She looks to her shirt. "Huh. I don't have quite the same mental block against putting my shirt back on. I could probably do it in a minute if I wanted to."

I look to her. "You're not going to, are you?" I am genuinely fascinated.

Josephine shrugs. "Nobody minds. And it is a bit exciting, obviously," she smiles slightly. "And you're right: no soup stains this way."

The waitress comes by again. "Everything okay with your food here?"

I look to her and smile. "We're very happy here," you say.

The waitress looks at Josephine's chest. She smiles an impish smile. "You certainly look happy," she says cheerfully, and giggles. "Let me know if you need anything," she says. "Anything at all."

Josephine and I raise eyebrows at each other, and start enjoying our meals. I can't help but catch frequent glances at Josephine's chest, and her prominent nipples. Josephine seems to notice me looking at her now and then, but she doesn't seem to mind. --- Not that she should, of course.

Having Josephine nonchalantly topless in public in front of me, is a powerful turn on. I don't have many gems to spend myself... but maybe I can convince Jo to try to do something fun on her account, once she has it.