Kim proves she is a fan by taking off her shirt

For once Kim had a decent outfit, and it was proving to be nothing more than a curse. Well, she couldn´t think of any other way to please the crowd. Her hesitant fingers grabbed the hem of her orange crop-top, she shook her head in disbelief of what she was going to do.

In one swift motion, Kim removed the top from her torso and tossed in the trashcan. she closed her eyes and raised her fist, her lips twisting into an uneasy smile. She was trying her best to not think about the whole bar of people staring at her lovely rose nipples.

Kim didn´t exactly expect a standing ovation, but so far her stunt was only met with silence. She opened her eyes, people were still glaring at her. Why? She looked down. “Fucking Damn it!” Huh, the spirits thought of everything.

“Forgot you had that, didn´t you, you lying cheat? Typical Shorty.” Kim hurriedly hugged her chest. She didn´t have a bra, because of course she didn´t. Her firm breasts were painted in the orange color of the Shorts sports team. A message saying how much the Jerseys sucked was written atop of them, and even on Kim´s back (although she didn´t know about that one).

“I think she wanted to mock us! Well, I say we return the favor.” The blonde cracked her knuckles.

“All right, that´s enough,” the bartender intervened. “Missy, I´m going to have to ask you to leave before the patrons get …rowdy.”

“But… I can´t leave! Not until someone invites me a drink!”

“Well, can´t say anyone here would be willing to share a drink with the likes of you.”

The rest of the bar groaned at the topless woman to let her know that the bartender was right. Kim winced. Had they had enough of her shenanigans? Was an angry mob going to chase her out? She couldn’t say it was the first time it happened, but it was never a fun experience, even if she was wearing a skirt this time…

Wait, the bar wasn´t groaning at her, but at the TV. The game was still on! Two teams were standing around a green field and yelling at each other… Kim didn´t know anything about sports, but what she did know was math! The Jerseys´ scoreboard had only one number on it …a flat zero. A new idea popped into her head.

“Man, the Jerseys suck. Can´t even make a single …point.”

“You suck!” the blonde quickly replied. “By the end of the night, the Jerseys will go straight to the quarterfinals and the Shorts will …fall short!”

“Nice one Emma.”

“Suck it, Tam. I don´t see you coming up with a better quip.”

“Care to make a bet about it? Each time the Shorts score, you will buy me a drink. Each time the Jerseys score …I, err…”

“You´ll lose a piece of that garish outfit,” suggested the bartender.

“That doesn´t sound fun. Let´s keep brainstorming, shall we?” replied Kim.

“No, I like that idea. Each time the Jerseys score you will take off an item of clothing and we´ll shred it to celebrate! In fact, let´s destroy that top right now!”

Before Kim could object, the patrons took her top out of the trash and shred it to pieces using some scissors and a Swiss knife that the bartender had handy. It seemed like it was quite the cathartic exercise for the bar. For the first time since Kim entered, everyone cheered.