Tap Cindy in the not-porn-store!

"Let's give'er a go!" You tap your phone and my purse dings. I smile, reaching in and pulling out my phone.

"Congrats!" I tap it and the cartoon Cindy on your phone leans forward, shoving her skirt down as she shows off her ample cleavage. It disappears and she stands back up, her panties ever-so-slightly peeking out under her shirt now. Level 2 becomes level 3, and 2 dollars becomes 5. "You just leveled up!"

I turn, scanning the shelves. I spot it. The curved scissors with the plastic protector on the blades. "These are designed for, well, destructive playtime?" I root out the waist of my skirt and hook the curve into it. "Care to do the honors?"

"Oh..." You take the handle of the scissors from me, still hooked into my skirt, and kneel down as you start to cut. The fabric slices easily, leaving a slightly jagged edge as you take iterative wacks at it. My panties quickly come into view, my crotch at eye-level as your free hand takes advantage of the "need" to manage the skirt, groping up between my thighs.

You rub at my crotch well enough to press a crease between my burning little lips before my skirt, now sliced all the way down, falls to the floor. You keep rubbing and I snatch the scissors away before you get any more ideas.

I lean down, my hungry little pussy slipping out of reach as I snatch up the remains of my skirt. The scissors go back on the shelf where I found them, and the skirt finds its way into a waste paper basket behind the counter while the clerk is otherwise occupied.

I tug gently at my shirt, pushing it into place, making sure my tits and panties are both well situated now that my skirt is gone.

"Welcome to level 3!" I smile.