Sexual favors

Huffing impatiently you yank up your top, flashing your boobs.

"Satisfied?" you demand.

A smirk crosses his face. "Not really, I mean I could practically see all of them anyway..."

Glowering you also lift your skirt, turning to let him view both sides. The smirk remains on his face and you roll your eyes.

"Well what DO you want for a measly ten bucks?"

"Well, why don't you take those off, for starters," he says, indicating your clothes.

"I thought you said you could practically see them anyway?"

"It's a prelude," he says, drawing a blank look from you. Wasn't that a **** of some kind?

"A... oh never mind, just take them off and go over to the counter," he says.

"Fine," you grumble, easily slipping out of the top and skirt. You start to bend over for your high heels, but he stops you.

"Leave those on. Go on," he urges, and you glower as best you can while blushing at your nudity.

"Not even a blush," he says, apparently not seeing your cheeks color because of your tan. "Shameless."

"I'm... what do you want?" you ask.

"Well..." he begins, eyes lighting up.