Tiffany couldn't believe what she was being told. She was supposed to do a strip tease for him? She thought it was just a fuck and then she would be able to go...but no. He stood and moved away from her only to sit back down in his chair, telling her not to do anything stupid.

He actually told her to do a strip tease and she just stared up at him in confusion, wiping the tears from her face as she slowly got to her feet, stepping out of her shoes. She actually looked back to the door perhaps to make sure it was locked, only to shrug off the shirt, following it by the skirt until she was standing only in a bra and lace boy shorts to match. White.

She stepped toward him slowly, straddling his lap and really doing her best to be 'sexy' about it. She didn't even have a moment's time to pull off the panties as she felt him slap her ass only to rip the underwear off of her, the shock of it actually making her fall into her lap, her hands raising slowly until she slowly unclasped her bra, sitting on his lap - facing him, completely naked.

Her pussy was shaved, soft as a baby's bottom, her nipples hard, pink little buds. "...Just a screw...and...and then John won't be blackmailed anymore.."