He accepts her offer

“Alright,” the corners of Garrik’s mouth went up as he stared intently down Cathy’s cleavage, watching how her miniscule blouse was severely strained by the two large globes, “if it’s the usual price you’re offering…”
“Oh, but it is, and I am” Cathy ran her right hand up over her hip and towards her tits.
“Then strip.” Garrik’s mouth turned into a lecherous smile, while a noticeable bulge had appeared on the front of his pants.
“What? Out here in front of all these men?” Cathy smiled at Garrik, the man responding by eagerly nodding his head, while at the same licking his lips as he continued to gawk the swell of her bosom.

Grinning wide while eyeing the seated man, Cathy undid the knot holding her blouse together, letting the garment fall open to reveal her tits in all their naked, swelling glory, the two perfectly rounded orbs each crowned by a thick nipple surrounded by wide areolas.

“Missed these?” She asked him, holding her tits close to his face while pulling the thin blouse off her frame, draping it and her belt over the table next to her.
All eyes in the room was on Cathy as she turned around in front of Garrik and bent herself forwards while rubbing her crotch over the over the well-sized bulge in his pants.

Garrik moaned at Cathy’s teasing, watching her cunt being outlined beneath her tight leather shorts, and he had too fight hard to resist the urge to whip his cock out of his pants as he saw Cathy dig her fingers in under the hem of her skin-tight hot pants, the busty redhead starting to pull them down, slowly showing Garrik (and everyone else in the room) more and more of her heart-shaped ass.

Once her ass was completely bared, Cathy wiggled it at Garrik while scanning the room, making sure to offer a sultry smile to any man who looked like he deserved it.
“Oh fuck…” Garrik groaned, his gaze locked on Cathy’s cunt, eyeing its puffy lips from between her thick, taut thighs.
“Like what you see, handsome?” Cathy asked rhetorically as the shorts finally slid down over her ankles, the buxom thief stepping out of them and turning around once more

Looking at Cathy, now naked save for her sandals, from behind, Garrik could nothing else but slowly nod his head at her question, his eyes drawn to the glistening folds of her cunt and to the way in which the damp curls of her triangular patch of pubic hair glistened in reflection to the room’s pale light.

Giving him a dirty look, Cathy slowly slid her hands down past her heavy tits, fingers rubbing over her nipples, and further down over her flat, firm belly, finally placing them on her thighs, the redheaded stripper leaning forwards slightly towards him. Then, she put her right hand against her vaginal mound, and slipped her index finger into her soppy hole.
“As you can see, I’m still nice and tight.”

The other men in the room were all bulging with their eyes as they looked at Cathy, each and every one of them desperately wanting to fuck her brains out. At the same time, however, Garrik was number one in here, and this was apparently his girl.

“Follow me.” Garrik managed to produce as he rose up on his feet, his posterior marked by a certain stiffness that Cathy attributed to the way in which his cock was pressing against his pants.
Grabbing her clothes, Cathy followed Garrik out of the room, wiggling her ass at all the on-looking, lustful criminals.