Wait With Her

I pause and choose to follow Sasha's advice. After a moment, Sasha points at a table near the back as says "there! Two attractive guys wearing fashionable suits.".

I look where she pointed, and quietly inquire, "I don't see them". I hear her giggle softly beside me, to which I shoot her a quizzical glance. The curiosity I felt quickly turned to surprise as I felt her grab ahold of my top and pull down. Before I could act, she had grabbed hold of my white halter top and yanked it down to my waist. My breasts bounced lively as their think fabric fell away. My nipples were all the more apparent, and I mentally wrote that off to the AC they were running.

I shot her a look of shock, but she just smirked at me, "If you want a man's attention, you need to give him what he wants to see." I tried to look indignant, but that only caused her gigging to become all the more apparent.

I managed to keep my arms at my side, and whispered back to her, "Sure, but why did you pick me?" She gave me a look back that said I was plainly being ridiculous. "You're new, likely wanting to get laid ... and besides, it's more fun this way!"

With that, she pulled down again on my clothes. She bundled my skirt and top together, and she swiftly pulled them both down and off. I felt a cool breeze waif over me, and before thinking, stepped off and out of my clothes. I gasped again and found myself standing there, completely naked in a backed bar.

As I looked around wildly, trying to see who may be staring my way, I felt Sarah Smacked my exposed ass cheek. She gave me a playful shove forward into the room, placing me directly in front of a table with two young men seated at it.

I smiled their way, and I could plainly tell they were taken by me. I looked behind for Sarah, only to see her at the bar, drink in hand. She smiled my way and lifted her mug up as a toast. she gave me an encouraging gesture and made it clear to me she meant to watch what would happen next.

My attention is drawn back to the pair before me, as one of them nonchalantly chimes in, "It's not every day a nude woman, let alone such an attractive and full-figured one, walks into our favorite bar. What do you make of her?"

His friend looked me over for a few moments, before putting his cup down. He's a heavy set, burly man, and clearly stronger enough to get his way in a fight - if it came to that. "I think we should make her get us another round of drinks. She can't just walk in and get my attention - I want to see her work for it"