I felt fairly sure my tuck job would conceal my secret as long as no one tried to rip off my panties in the club. I reached over taking the money from...the table and saw the huge grins on the men’s faces as I unbuckled the belt and wiggled the shiny mini skirt down my legs, setting it on the table with my bra. I spun around twice so they could see my almost naked body in just my heels, stockings and lace thong. Making my way through the club almost naked brought many more grabs and gropes until. ”“Cash? Ever heard of mobile payment?”She stood her ground. “It’s cash or nothing.”“Very well,” the man grumbled. His mobile was out. A few taps later he seemed to perk up again. “There’s an ATM just round the corner,” he announced. “Don’t go anywhere.”She watched him cross the road and head along the street, hardly able to stand still for wanting her husband to return. It seemed to take forever. She very much feared that Mr Smith might have time to return when she finally saw the car. JC, one of the older guys that worked at the shop took the girl by the hand and led her to the back of the shop and got into the backseat of one of the cars there with Sharon. JC was a cock hound; he fucked anything that had a cunt that he could find. He was in his thirties and was having an affair with one of the wives that hung around the bowling alley & lounge. About a half an hour they came back and someone else took the trip into the back of the shop with Sharon. I went back to work on. Before the bathroom door closed, shutting of his uninterrupted view of her naked body, he was treated to a full frontal show. Her breasts, on show for his personal enjoyment, swung slightly, free from their entrapment, white and firm with puckered aureoles. And then, her back and perfectly formed arse was his to enjoy as she pushed the door shut. He especially liked the red welts where her bra had pinched the skin of her back and the line her panties had left on her buttocks and upper thighs,.