Zoe wakes up alone

Her eyes close and she loses consciousness.

Zoe wakes up after a few minutes, her heart pounding against her chest. She tries to sit up, but her body feels weak and heavy. She can feel the remnants of her orgasm still coursing through her veins, her skin slick with sweat and arousal.

She looks around, her eyes scanning the dimly lit corner of the bar. The girl is gone, but she can see a message left on a paper laying next to her.

"I took your panties as a trophy," the message reads. "You were amazing."

Zoe's heart stops, her eyes widening in shock. She can't believe what she's reading. The girl has taken her panties as a souvenir, a reminder of their passionate encounter.

She feels a wave of embarrassment wash over her, her cheeks burning with shame.

Zoe stands up, her legs wobbling slightly beneath her. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves.

As she makes her way towards the bar, she can feel the eyes of the other patrons burning into her skin. She tries to ignore them, her hand covering her exposed pussy.

Suddenly, Jake walked into the crowd, shielding Zoe a little with his body. He quickly took off his shirt and gave it to her so she would have at least some form of covering. She looked up at Jake, her tired eyes shining with appreciation. "Thank you."

Jake nodded, his eyes locked onto hers. "No problem," he said, his voice bringing a sense of calmness into Zoe's mind. "Let's pack now. I talked to the boss and we have a work to do before the next show. I'll tell you tomorrow."

Zoe blushed, her heart pounding against her chest. What's that supposed to mean?