I recently went to the grocery store wearing Hooters boyshorts, a ladies', black V-neck, suntan pantyhose, and white Skechers.
I was shopping, trying not to look too conspicuous, when I was approached by the Store Manager.
A customer had made a complaint about my choice of attire.
I was taken to the office, where I explained that I was just a working gurl, picking up a few things on my way home.
I explained that I had also been made to feel uncomfortable by a couple of the male patrons who had brushed their hands against my thigh and ass.
The store was to close soon, so it was decided that I'd be allowed to remain after-hours to finish my shopping.
Until that time, I was given a windbreaker to cover myself, while the manager kept leering at me.
I closed the windbreaker tighter, and crossed my silky legs.
"That's my coat", said the creepy manager.
Eww