A few hours had gone by in their shift. Sheila walked around serving drinks, turned on by the fact that there was no layer of clothing between her twat and her work pants. Her arousal was heightened by the fact that she was doing something dirty at work. Not to mention that Robert still had her panties stuffed in his pocket.
She stopped at the bar to return some used glasses and said to Robert, "You know, it's not very fair that you have my panties and I don't have anything of yours."
All thoughts of being married, or the fact that Robert was married, had left. She was on hormone autopilot.
Robert gave her an evil grin, "I doubt you want my boxers."
Sheila thought about it. Having a man's underpants somehow didn't seem as sexy as giving hers to a man. Then again, the thought of Robert walking around free balling it was kind of amusing.
Robert still held the evil grin, "Besides, that wasn't much clothing you gave me. A strap of cloth that barely covers anything. My boxers would be twice the material as that. If you want me to give you anything, you'll have to cough up something of equal value."
Sheila scoffed, "Oh please, like I want your grubby boxers anyway. Plus my thong is far sexier than those. Not to mention what else could I give you? it's not like-"
"Your bra," Robert said straight faced.
It had been a set up. Sheila had walked right into it. He was daring her, knowing that she would back down. If she didn't back down, then he would have her bra and thong. Either way she would lose the exchange. Robert had set a perfect trap in their little unspoken game.
Without a word she walked back towards the bathroom. Back in the ladies room she went in the first stall and removed her shirt and bra. Once she had her dress shirt back on and buttoned up she stuffed her bra down the front of her shirt. Her bra was never going to fit in the pocket of her tight dress pants and there were still a few customers so she couldn't just carry it through the bar.
Sheila left the stall and looked in the mirror. She undid the top 3 buttons, giving anyone who cared to look an excellent view of her cleavage. Her white dress shirt wasn't made of the thickest material so if you were paying attention you could make out the pinkness of her nipples through the shirt. She was playing into Roberts trap, but at least this way she knew she'd be teasing him more and possibly have the upper hand.
Satisfied that this was her best move, she made her way back to he bar. With a glance around the bar to make sure she wasn't being watched she reached in her shirt and plucked the bra out. This time instead of placing it in Robert's hand she left it on the bar. She gave Robert a snort then walked away to check on her customers.
As the night went on she couldn't help but feel aroused. This of course made her nipples stick out through her white shirt. Every time she stopped at the bar Robert couldn't help but stare.
He hadn't said much since she had given him the bra and walked away. So the next time she was up there she asked "What did you do with my bra anyway?"
"I put it somewhere you couldn't find it, in case you chickened out and wanted it back." He said smugly.
Sheila noticed that Robert had been trying not to stare at her tits the whole time. This might give her an edge she thought.
Without hesitating she grabbed her dress shirt by where it was unbuttoned and pulled it to the side, fully exposing her erect nipple to Robert.
Before Robert could close his mouth and respond, Sheila headed through the doorway to the backroom. Just inside the backroom, before the door swung shut, she grabbed the waistband of her pants and bent forward just a bit while lowering the back off her pants. She briefly flashed her ass at Robert and as the door closed shouted "Who's chicken now?"
Sheila was really wet now. Her little bit of exhibitionism and teasing had kept her horny all day. Now with the flashing and the way she had made Robert squirm, she was lost to her lust. She didn't care about Robert's wife, she didn't care about her husband. She didn't care if her boss or one of the customers had seen her ass. Hell, she was half tempted to go out in the middle of the bar and flash them all.
Robert burst through the backdoor before Sheila could finish her thought. His face was a mixture of lust and anger and confusion.
"OK you win," He said grimly, "Now what?"
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