The bartender loses the bet and her clothes

“Can you believe it? Belgium won one to zero!”

“That was bullshit. The goal was bullshit, the striker was out of line, they should check the VAR!” the flustered bartender complained, echoing the fierce debate going on with the sport's commentators on the TV. She was crouching behind her bar. “And do I have to take off my clothes here? Can't it wait for the stadium?”

“Can it wait, guys?” Amanda asked the bar.

“Nooooooo!” the bar replied.

“There you have it.”

“Me and my big mouth…” the bare ass naked bartender stood out from behind the bar and did a little curtsy for the winner.

Her body was much curvier than Evie's, her silhouette resembled an hourglass. Her full breasts were crowned by pointy brown nipples, she had an apple-shaped rump, and a small black jungle where her legs met.

After her little bow, she struggled to hold her breasts with two hands. They were barely enough to hold them in place, so she had no way to cover everything down below.

“Esas son las tetas más grandes que he visto!”

“Smile for the camera! Is this going in the Wall?”

“I love the World Cup!”

“Ok, folks we are going to be back soon. If you want to do what we are up to, tune in to channel 13!” Evie and Amanda pushed the bartender to move forward, who stumbled on bare feet. She shivered. The ground WAS sticky! She really ought to mop the floor more often…