Where's her mask?

"Mrs Cremia, I'm sorry, but you are standing in private territory right now. We only allow members in and out" the bar owner stated as Cremia looked at him in confusion. "I am a member, I'm the one who supplies the milk to this place!" she argued as he shook his head. "We need to see your cow mask as proof you are a member or we can't let you in or out" he stated as Cremia looked at him in anger. "You can't refuse to open the door to me just because I'm not wearing the mask!" she stated as he nodded. "Obviously not, but you are betraying a bond of trust if you **** your way out of this bar disrespectfully" he stated as Cremia looked at him with hurt.

"You're the ones being betrayed. One of the louts here took my skirt!" she stated as the bar owner looked down. "Yes that is unfortunate, if you want you can wait till morning up here and we'll locate if for you" he stated as she was holding both hands over her bush, her legs and hips bare for all the men at the base of the stairs to stare longingly up at. "That isn't good enough, I don't want to stay here!" Cremia stated as the bar owner shrugged. "You'll just have to wait until morning which is a few hours away unless you want to lose our business by breaking our contractual respect" the owner stated as Cremia collapsed in a huddle on the stairs. "You can't just leave me here like this!" she pleaded as she could see one of two of the bars attendees moving up the stairs cautiously, not content with the views of a treasure Cremia's hands and closed legs were preventing just from being revealed again to the world.

"Mrs Cremia, there's only one other thing you could do that might get you out of this situation faster now that I think about it" the bar owner stated as Cremia looked at him suspiciously. "What is it?" she asked as he smiled at her.

"Say, Mrs Cremia, did you know this place actually has a third name other than the Milk bar and Latte?" he asked her as she shook her head. "Well it used to be called the cream parlour by its most secret members" the bar owner stated as she looked at him. "What does that have to do with anything?" she asked as he looked at her. "The cream parlour is our second level Mrs Cremia, don't you get it?" he asked as she shook her head. "You know how difficult it is to get a membership to this bar, but there's another level to this place that your father mustn't have told you of" the bar owner stated as Cremia looked at him in surprise. "Another level?" she asked as he nodded.

"If you can get access to the Cream parlour, we can give you a replacement mask to make up for losing your first one" the milk bar owner stated as Cremia frowned. "But I didn't lose it, I've got it at..." she began but he hushed her. "If you wish to leave this place, then head through the back door at any time to the cream parlour, but if you don't then enjoy the fine company out here" he warned her as he headed back down the stairs, leaving Cremia sitting on them, her bare thighs and her hands hiding as much of her pubic region and her trimmed hair as possible.

"Ello beautiful" Cremia heard one of the construction workers say suddenly as she looked at the burly worker in front of her. "Can I help you?" Cremia stated as he nodded. "Well me and the lads were wondering when you were going to remove your shirt" he stated as Cremia blushed. "When I'm going to what?!" she stated as he looked confused. "Well we were wondering when you were going to unbotten that shirt and start giving us some lapdances" he stated as Cremia looked at his bulging pants. "I am not some kind of stripper!" she stated as he looked down at her. "Really? Well I get that maybe you might be inexperienced and even showing us your butt was hard, but the money will be worth it if you pull through tonight" he stated as Cremia was horrified.

"For the last time, if you hired a stripper then wait for her to arrive. I'm not her!" she stated as he stared at her in confusion.