A striptease

“If you really want these floors spotless, Darlin', I need to be nice and relaxed. And nothing relaxes me like a striptease!”

Ms. Stimpson slammed the filing cabinet drawer shut. “How dare you! I-” All the anger drained out of her face. “Well, it's part of the standard maintenance crew contract to provide stripteases on request. I didn't bring any kind of music, though.”

“Oh, I don't mind,” said Mr. Horner with a leer. “Just hum something for me.”

The brown haired woman sighed and began humming burlesque music. She swayed her hips and slowly unbuttoned her gray business jacket methodically.

“You're not putting much sexy into it,” said Mr. Horner. He fingered the bone and concentrated on making his next words into reality. “But that's okay, I bet dancing like this really turns you on and improves the show.”

“Now Mr. Horner, there's no need for that kind of lewd comment. A striptease is just a basic part of employer/employee relations, there's nothing sexual about it.”

Despite her words, the assistant principal found herself getting hotter. As she slid off her jacket she started to think that the lecherous janitor actually looked kind of attractive. She slipped off her shoes with more of a flair in her hips than she intended to give. By the time her pants came off, she could tell that a wetness was forming in her panties, a wetness that he would soon see. The thought of him seeing her arousal excited her more, making her hips swivel seductively as she unbuttoned her blouse.

“Work it, sweetcheeks!” Mr. Horner pulled out a his wallet and fished a dollar bill out. He tossed it onto the woman's desk with a laugh. Then he noticed that her legs weren't quite as shapely as he'd hoped. He held the wishbone in front of his face and thought about Amy's claim that the bone could change bodies in addition to minds. Figuring anything was worth a shot, he silently wished for the assistant principal to be the same age as the students in her school.

“Oh my god!”

Mr. Horner looked up and laughed. Without stopping her dance, Ms. Stimpson was glaring down at herself, amazed at the firm, lean, eighteen year old that she had just become.

“Oh, don't worry about that, Candybutt. All strippers look that way, that's how you got this job.”

“Oh, right. I've always looked this way, how silly of me.” Ms. Stimpson bit her lip, her horniness getting too strong to ignore. She silently decided that she had to make this her best dance ever, because maybe that would get the delicious piece of janitor in front of her to satisfy some of her need.

“You're right,” said Mr. Horner, “you are pretty silly, Patricia. Reeaal silly.”

Patricia giggled, knowing that he was right. As her IQ dropped she thought about how hard her work was and how often she had to use her charms on the principal to keep her job. She unsnapped her bra and held the cups in front of her, pausing before revealing her pert B-cups in an effort to drive the janitor wild.

Now that her bra was off, Mr. Horner made his final wish. “Hey Patty, how do you like having those big, Double-D knockers?”

“They're awesome!” said Patty as she dropped the bra. Her big tits bounced freely, then swung in front of her as she bent over to pull off her plain, white panties. She tossed them across the room and said, “Um... I forget. How does a striptease end?”