It was already late afternoon when Madison woke up, working at a bar meant she was often out until the end of the night. She slipped into a tank top and some denim shorts that were a little too short and a little too tight. Clay didn't like that she dressed down so much to go into her job, but she needed the tips to pay her rent and customers tipped more when they got to see her legs and a bit of her ass. Besides, the inevitable flirting was flattering. She didn't have the heart to tell Clay that her biggest tips came from tinies like himself after they'd caught a glimpse of her panties from their low position on the bar.
The happy hour crowd was already funneling in by the time Madison got behind the bar. Her first customer was...
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