I'm normally a very modest girl. But at the sports bar I work, where my uniform is a sexy little kilt and push-up tartan bra, I'm an outrageous flirt. I'm used to drunks pawing me, and the tips are fabulous! But when I took the train home one night and wound up, still wearing my sexy uniform, in a car crammed full of drunken, singing football fans, well, things got more than a little out of hand! The hands came from everywhere, and soon I wasn't wearing my uniform any more! It was the most outrageous, most thrilling, most shocking, most delicious and kinky and embarrassing and exciting sexual experience of my life! And it didn't end when the train stopped either! I was a very bad girl! And life was about to teach me a lesson in what happened to bad girls!
