Submissive Exhibitionist For Hire. The Coffee Shop of Humiliation

The first time Sally walks past the Coffee Shop, she thought she was seeing things. Surely people don't do those sort of perverse things outside of their bedrooms? She's not the only one watching. There are strangers around her, lingering outside of the shop looking inwards at a young woman with her legs spread open, a man between them, thrusting wildly. There's another woman wearing nothing except for a pair of scandalous red high heels as she serves coffee to the patrons, bending over and giving them all the perfect view of her- Sally flushes and looks away, embarrassed for the salacious people inside. To her horror, a man walks out and hands her an application form for a position in said café. She closes her eyes and imagines being one of the women in the cafe, used by paying patrons, stripped and touched in every way imaginable, and then expected to put her uniform back on and do her job; serve coffee with heat growing between her legs and arousal in every pore of her body.
She fills in the form.