Yes, for a high price

Robin took a long drag and pursed her lips. "If you wanna beat out my boyfriend, you gotta be willing to pay a lot."

"Dude, I am literally willing to pay whatever for that ticket." Jordan replied, ****. The tickets had been sold out minutes after going on sale, all while she was stuck on a loading screen. She knew the concert was only a week or two away now. "Name your price and I'll pay."

"Five..." The cashier paused. "Five thousand."

"Deal!" She blurted out. "Wait, thousand? I thought you were gonna say hundred."

"Well, that's the price. Take it or leave."

"How do you expect me to make five grand? There's nowhere near enough time."

"Hm... True, it takes me like, two months to make that much. I tell you what, if you promise to owe me two months of favors, I'll let you come." A smirk crossed her face and she reached her hand out.

"Yeah, yeah that works. It's a deal." Jordan shook it enthusiastically, unaware what she'd just agreed to. "So... how does this work? Because I have school on weekdays, so I can only really come in and help at Hot Topic on weekends. Summer break is soon, though, so maybe-"

Robin tutted her tongue. "No, no, ma chérie. That's not the kind of favor I'm interested in. You'll be my... hm... maybe a demonstration is better."

"A demonstration?"

"Give me your panties."

She flushed pink, hidden under pale make-up. "What?"

"Oh come on. Don't play dumb. You know how this goes. I repeat myself, you deny it, I threaten to take away your ticket, you reluctantly give in. Yadda yadda, why don't we just get to the point? Take off your panties."

Jordan sputtered out a few noises in protest, but inside she knew Robin was right. She was willing to do anything for that ticket. "I... Fine, I'll do it." She shut her eyes tight and reached under her skirt, dropping her thong. It stuck to her sweat for a moment before peeling away, leaving her privates with no protection from prying eyes.

She held it out and Robin snatched them with a grin. "How slutty. It probably doesn't feel any different down there, does it?" That was wrong, it felt much more exposed now, but she kept her mouth shut. "Pshh, fine." Robin shrugged and in a sudden movement tore the thin garment at its ends. "There we go."

"What the hell, dude? Now I have to buy another pair!" She unconsciously brought her feet close together, protecting herself.

"Hm? No. You're not wearing another pair until I'm done with you. Get used to going commando." Robin stood up with a shake of her hair. "Same goes for bras, but you've already done that part for me." Her eyes dug into Jordan's shirt.

"W-What? But that's-"

"Two months. Yeah." She dropped the tattered pair and snuffed the blunt out on it, starting a small fire on the pavement. "Now, come on. My smoke break's up."