She takes the chance

Her libido made up her mind for her. Nothing risked, nothing gained. She was here to be seen, to flaunt herself, to earn some of the incriminating evidence against her back, and she needed to put on a good show for that to happen.

With a careful glance about, she determined she was safely out of sight and earshot of anyone currently in the shop. She felt like she was racing time as she hastily snipped the fourth button off her blouse, sending it sailing away into a nearby shelf. She then cut the legs of her jeans off at her upper thighs, shivering as the cool metal blades of the scissors brushed across her hot skin.

Needing a spot to stash the denim scraps in her hand, she cast about, finding a bottom shelf on the back wall with a suitable pile of stuff to conceal them behind. She quickly walked over to it, impulsively bending at the waist as she discarded the scraps in the very back of the shelf. As she bent down, she could feel the back of her shorts ride up, showing off the bottom of her ass clearly, and her blouse sliding over her nipples, as her breasts threatened to fall completely free of it. Another flash of warmth ran through her, knowing the show she was putting on, hoping she would be seen.

Before she could stand up, she heard voices from towards the center of the shop. "She's in here somewhere, man," one said, before another shushed him. Her arousal made her want them to find her, to see her standing here like this, and another electric tingle coursed through her. Despite her mounting arousal, her mind was still clear enough for her to hear another voice, one that warned her that they were trouble...