Avery is willing to try anything

Avery was prepared for this part of the interview. She was going to be tested. She had gone through similar processes before in order to gain acceptance from her subjects. She needed to gain their trust before they would be willing to open up their world to her. She was willing to do whatever it took to gain Melanie’s. Avery shook her head, “I don’t want to limit myself by not trying out new things! I’ve willing to try anything once!”

“That’s what I like to hear!” Melanie replied with a vigorous nod. “So, let’s see you prove it.”

“Huh?” Avery blinked.

“Right here, right now, prove you’re willing to do anything,” Melanie said cooly, gesturing in front of herself as the space for the interviewee to act.

“Uh, sure,” Avery shrugged. Although she said she was willing, she was hesitant. She hadn’t expected that she would balk so quickly and wondered why that was. She looked around with suspicion. Melanie had called her out on the spot and it made her wonder if she was expecting the bold claim or if this was standard procedure with volunteers. “You’re not recording this, are you?”

Melanie smirked, “Are you?”

Avery laughed nervously, “Why would I do that?” she had considered wearing a wire, but then thought about this exact scenario playing out and opted against it. She also doubted that Melanie would record her own illicit dealings, so was relatively sure the meeting wasn’t being monitored. “What do you want me to do?” she asked, changing the subject.

“Well, first of all you can strip for me,” Melanie stated simply. “I want to check out your sex appeal, so do it with some flair!” Melanie twirled her finger to emphasize the pizazz before sitting back in her chair..

The young journalist felt the beats of her heart pick up pace. Her mouth went dry, making it hard to swallow.She was being put on the spot. While she had done presentations in front of an auditorium full of spectators before, this display seemed more daunting. There was only one spectator here that she needed to impress, but that made things feel more intimate. Avery slowly got out of her seat. Adrenaline was already coursing through her veins, making her heart pound a throbbing beat into her head. She wondered if this was a setup to embarrass her before she could even learn anything, or maybe this was Melanie’s play to make moves on women. Was Melanie secretly a lesbian? Avery’s research never turned anything up that would lead her that way, but so much was hidden away that it wasn’t outside possibilities. The tall blonde leaned back in her rolling chair and watched on, not giving away her thoughts or feelings.

The room had gone deathly silent as Avery stood in front of her interviewer. Melanie sat patiently, waiting for the redhead to make her move. Avery could hear her own breathing, staggered and full of anxiety. She realized that she was stalling and quickly pushed herself to do something. She closed her eyes and took a calming breath. She reopened to an audience growing bored.

“Do you need me to play you some music or something?” Melanie offered.

“Oh… y.. Yeah,” Avery replied, surprised by the shakiness of her own voice. She wanted to be an investigative journalist and she was balking at a little striptease. She thought she could deal with any situation and was humbled at what she was finding out about herself. The redhead clutched the bottom of her shirt, gripping it nervously with white knuckles. Melanie casually perused her laptop for an appropriate tune and let it play. Avery wanted to yank her shirt over her head like ripping off a bandaid, but knew she needed to be more alluring. She meditated over the music to focus herself. It was a catchy beat that she could dance to, so she just pretended that she was alone in her room dancing. The reporter nodded her head to the beat and soon raised her hips in time as well. To her relief, this was helping her get into her comfort zone. Her shoulders followed and soon she was dancing for Melanie.

Getting into the groove of the music, Avery finally felt at ease. Enough ease to show a little more for her spectator. She lifted her shirt as she moved to the beats. Each beat inched the shirt a little higher until it reached midway up her midriff. She didn’t have a bra on, so slowly revealed her underboob for Melanie. She dared to raise the shirt up until they just barely covered her now pointy nipples. It was hard to **** down her giddy smile, so she just grinned and giggled. She felt silly, but in a fun sort of way and Melanie seemed to enjoy what she was seeing, so Avery continued to dance.

Avery bounced to the music, giving her breasts some jiggle. Feeling her nipples grow rock hard made her blush self consciously. She squeezed her breasts together and pulled her shirt back down, giving a nervous smile, but maintained her dancing. She looked at her nipples poking through the fabric of her shirt. It was plain to see that this excited her, so she puffed her chest out to openly show her arousal. Melanie smiled approvingly.

Avery’s bounces became more buoyant and in tune with the music playing as she became more accustomed to showing her body. She could feel her skirt float as it caught the wind resistance coming down on each bounce, so she decided to flaunt it. With a twirl, Avery’s butt was waving in Melanie’s face. She lifted the skirt and rubbed her bare ass. Her panties had hidden so high up her crack that it was as if she wasn’t wearing any at all. The exposure made Avery feel alert and alive. In her excitement, she lifted her shirt and pulled it over her head. Her back was still toward Melanie, but the alarms in her head were ringing! She was topless in a school office. It was scandalous and that excited her even more! Avery didn’t recall locking the door when she came in. If someone were to walk in now, they would get a full view of her bust, puffy pink nips and all. This made her feel even naughtier, driving her to hook her thumbs under the waistband of her skirt and shimmy it down to the floor in time with the music.

Peering over her shoulder, she could see Melanie was no longer bored and was leaning in, intent on her show. Avery wiggled her hips, then bounced her ass for the woman, feeling a built up knot of sexual tension grow inside with each butt jiggle. So far, she had only teased her body, but she was running out of clothes to hide in and would soon be truly revealing herself. The knot tightened inside her. For a moment, Avery contemplated grabbing her clothes and running out of the room, but she wanted this story badly and the tension was not going to unwind the way she wanted if she did.