Skirt stolen

Claudia's night kept getting worse, it seemed. While she was dancing, she felt a tug on her miniskirt. Someone had unzipped the garment and stolen it, leaving Claudia clad only in her boots, black thong, and tape over her nipples.

"My butt!" Claudia tried to cover her ample backside with her hands. "Holy shit!"

"Oh my god!" Sarah laughed. "Hey, how much for twenty minutes?" she joked.

"Fifty bucks." Claudia scanned the crowd for a glimpse of the skirt thief. No obvious suspects. This couldn't get any worse!

"Come on. It's not that bad." Sarah grabbed her hand. "Let's go find you something to wear!"