Watch her do it herself

You look around at the employees and customers in the store. "Climb up on the counter and give us all a show," you decide, pulling her skirt back down over her hips but stepping on the panties around her ankles to make sure she leaves them on the floor.

Clare reaches behind her and lifts herself onto the reinforced glass countertop, pulling out of her high heeled shoes at the same time. Her legs are close together, but just far enough apart to give you a peek at her glistening hole as she reaches up to tease her stockings down her thighs. Leaning back, she lifts her legs high to point her feet at your face as she peels the sheer fabric off of them, the soft, smooth curve of her ass peeking out underneath her as her knees and calves flex.

When they're finally revealed, she wiggles her toes playfully and throws the stockings in your face. You can't resist giving them a sniff as she turns, raising herself up onto her knees with her back toward you. Her hips gyrate to the rhythm of some imaginary movement as she shrugs out of her blazer, tossing it away and hugging her blouse tight around her to show off her figure. Her hands trails up her sides, scooping up her long black hair and lifting it high to tease you with the back of her neck before she lets it fall again in messy, wild shapes across her shoulders.

A small crowd starts to gather as both her coworkers and customers notice the performance. Not wanting her to get nervous, you twist the stockings into a tight band and wrap them around her head, blindfolding her so she can focus on her movements instead of the audience. She hesitates for a moment, but then takes a deep breath and visibly relaxes into the role as her fingers work to loosen the buttons of her top.

There are mirrors on the wall behind the counter, probably for shoppers to see themselves in their new accessories, and they give you your first glimpse of her cleavage and the rather boring bra Clare is wearing today until she pulls her long hair around to one side, covering her bare chest to give you a clear view of each shoulder as she slowly slips her shirt down off of them. She eases the blouse lower and lower, showing more upper arm, more back, more sides, until her arms are completely free of the sleeves. Then she grips the fabric and lifts it again, briefly hiding herself from view as she tugs the tails of her shirt out from where they were tucked into her skirt.

She balls up the fabric and keeps her arms over her head, stretching out her chest and sides and revealing shaved armpits as she slowly spins, her hips still moving in wide hula motions that draw your eyes to her fit, toned stomach. Somebody lets out a wolf-whistle, and Clare blushes bright pink, but she also bites her red lower lip in a way that shows how hot she really feels right now before chucking her top in the vague direction the noise had come from.

She leans forward now, pressing her hands down against the counter between her knees in a way that squeezes her chest and exaggerates her modest cleavage. Doing her best to arch her back in an endearingly amateurish kind of way, she manages to twist herself around and recline on her side, along the length of the shop counter. She just lies there for a moment, rubbing her thighs together nervously and trailing her fingers around her bare belly, before you clear your throat impatiently.

Blushing again, Clare moves one hand to her waist, where she grips a small silver zipper and gulps nervously. Then, in one sudden movement, she shoves it down until her whole skirt comes loose as a single square of wrapped fabric that flops down onto the countertop. You and your cock are already familiar with her pussy, but the clean-shaven sight draws a gasp and some appreciative murmurs from the crowd around you -- though some of the guys are clearly disappointed by the cum that's already leaking out of her.

Now that she's down to a single garment, Clare almost seems eager to finish the job, shaking her hair around to her back as she reaches back to unceremoniously unclasp her bra. She does manage one last bit of showmanship, though, holding up one arm at a time to hold the bra up and keep herself covered as she slowly slips her other arm out of the strap.

You reach up and put the gold necklace on her, letting it rest against her collarbones before grabbing her wrist and pulling it out of the way, revealing her bare breasts to the room. They aren't very big, but they're almost perfectly shaped and perky, her nipples hardening slightly from either nerves, the cool air, or arousal.

Now that she's completely naked, you take the blindfold off and let her see all the people who just watched her little display. She looks around, seemingly counting them all, then locks **** eyes with you.

"That... That was $250. You still owe $1700."