Yes. Time to flash.

“So who’s it gonna be?” Nolan teased as he gathered up the cups and the cards.

Frankie stared around the bar. It was just another group of 5 friends sitting at a table nearby also finishing up their drinks on the porch. The inside was empty except for Eliza at the register waiting to lock up.

“Ughhhh” Frankie groaned not loving either of her options.

“Looks like you’ve only really got two options…”

“Do I have too…” Frankie turned her big blue eyes on Nolan. Giving her best ‘go easy on me I’m a girl’ look.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want too. But remember that kid Brandon from Freshman year who you dared to join us in TPing Frat houses? You teased him for two whole years afterwards for pussying out.” Nolan reminded his friend with a half shrug.

“That was very different!”

“Whatever you say. Just a dares a dare in my mind.” And with that Nolan stood up and started to make his way inside with the glasses.

“Ugh I hate you.” Frankie called after him grabbing the deck of cards and following.

Nolan could see the gears turning in Frankie’s head as he deposited the glasses on the counter in front of Eliza. Normally she’d have been front and center chatting with the bartender. Tonight she was more reserved. Nolan even noticed her playing with the hem of her green t-shirt that she was wearing under her black biker jacket.

Frankie herself was having a great internal debate. Normally if asked the question of show your tits to one person or five people the decision would be easy. The one. But this one was a 6’ blonde goddess of a bartender. A bartender that knew her name and usual drink order. One she’d be seeing this time again next week if not sooner.

“Assuming I’ll see y’all next week?” Eliza asked. Her southern drawl was sweet and slow.

“Oh you know it.” Nolan said leaning to one side making sure he kept Frankie in his line of sight. “We might even stop by this weekend depending on how crowded the other bars are.”

“Well I’m gonna hold you too that. I’ve got your number now so if you aren’t here I’m gonna blow up your phone to find out where you’re at.” This illicited a laugh from the full group as Frankie noticed Eliza pat her bra where she had tucked the napkin Nolan had given her.

Just then Nolan noticed over Eliza’s should the group of 5 standing up to leave.

“Those fuckers did not tip nearly well enough to have me come out there and buss their table.” The blonde muttered as she watched their backs disappear towards the parking lot.

“Do you want a hand?” Nolan offered potentially a bit too eagerly.

“Naw I got it.” The blonde said grabbing a tub from under the bar. When she stood back up she was treated to an unfamiliar sight.

Watching the group leave had left Frankie with no other options except the bartender. So when she dipped down to grab the tub, Frankie had grabbed he shirt and lifted it up grabbing the bottom of her bra as she dragged both up to just under her chin.

Nolan immediately felt a stirring from his cock in his pants. He wasn’t standing at a great angle to see Frankie’s tits but from the side he could clearly make out their size and shape. He could even see an erect nipple on her right one.

Eliza who had gotten a front row seat stepped back and smiled still holding her tub in front of her. Frankie again had her shirt all the way back down in front of her. She was readjust her bra so that everything fell back into place again.

“So let me guess. You bet him he wouldn’t give me his number and since you lost you had to flash me?” Frankie was mortified about what she had just done but was pleased to see that Eliza was smiling.

“Naw. She dared me to give you my number so I dared her to flash someone. She just happened to choose you.” Nolan explained coming clean to the bartender.

“I can respect that.” Eliza said with a laugh as she exited the bar to go and clean up the last table.