Tucked in a corner on the other side of the stall's curtain was a tidy stack of clothes with a police badge on top.
"The skimpy bikini must have distracted the guy at the front so much, he didn't even notice Missy leaving behind her regular clothes," Katja thought and admired her own breasts in the mirror again, pushing up with her hands. "Wow."
Bending over, Katja noticed a small flyer for "Beach Bunnies Strip Club" tucked underneath the badge. Someone had circled "Amateur Girls Bikini Contest" on it with blue ballpoint pen.
"Missy must have been investigating that," Katja thought. She stacked her own office clothes in a neat pile by Missy's. She then took a couple bills from her wallet and tucked them inside her tiny bikini top.
The shopkeeper's eyes were on her when she left the stall. She was wearing nothing save for the tiny bikini and her black sandals.
"What can you tell me about the Beach Bunnies Strip Club?"
The shopkeeper adjusted his glasses, appraising Katja's scantily-clad blonde body. His fingers brushed her bikini strap.
"Listen, young lady, forget about Beach Bunnies. You're a hot commodity in that suit. I can get you a lot of money if you take a big black cock in this hole, a big black cock in that hole."
"I asked a question," Katja spoke, exasperated.
"And I gave an answer," said the old man. "You want another one, you'll have to show a bit more flesh than that."
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