She complies

Trying to fight back tears, Kirsty slowly raises her hands in the air, her skirt almost instantly pooling at her feet once more.

Dave and Steve stare at her as she emerges from behind the counter. Their eyes slowly glide upwards from her heels, her stockinged legs, the tops of her dark stockings contrasting with the pale skin of her thighs.

The hem of her shirt covers a great deal of her thong at least, but with the buttons missing at the top, her bra peeks out through the gap, both men drinking in the sight of her cleavage,