I live in New Orleans and have been flashed during Mardi Gras countless times: raised shirts, pulled-down shirts, open trench coats, going back nearly 30 years at this point so that I won't count those.
I did work in downtown New Orleans once upon a time during Mardi Gras, and on Mardi Gras day, I was working and going into the back, and these three young ladies, probably in their early 20s, followed me into the back; customers were not allowed in the back, and that's where the employee bathroom was. The girls had slipped in, went to the employee bathroom.
My boss was mildly amused, and I waited by the door to escort those girls out. When they came out, they said thanks, hugged me, and one said, or the other, "hey, show him your boobs," and she did, and the girl who told the other girl to show me her boobs flashed me. They said bye and skipped out. My boss got a laugh but warned me not to do that again, my other boss also warned me and said if those girls had shit or pissed on the floor I would have had to clean it up.
To stay within the TOS, I'll be vague, sneaking around and peeking into the female locker room, like young males sometimes tend to do, I got quite a peak but got noticed. Instead of being told on, I had two Black females flip me the bird while flashing their breasts and doing a silly dance. Both females gave me firm slaps upside the head later.
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