Blake dances for the tech

Blake was left with a choice. Either she endured a little humiliation in front of a man she most likely will never see again and get information that would end up helping the White Fang, or she would get nothing and lose out on this chance forever.

With a sigh she released the tech from her grip.

"Ha, nice to see you're doing the smart thing cutie." The tech said, now very smug since he knew he had Blake right where he wanted.

"Just...what do you want me to do?" Blake said, feeling a bit defeated. Aware she was standing naked in front of a stranger she started to move her arms to cover her crotch and bare breasts.

"Well first you can drop the hands. I want to see everything you have to offer. And no slouching. Legs apart too." The tech said.

Blake shuddered a bit before she stopped covering herself and stood of straight. Her prominent bust thrust out with her hard nipples very prominent in the cold air. She was also shaved. The tech had been staring at her pussy when Blake had had him in a hold, but now her bare pussy lips and crotch were uncovered and exposed.

The tech smirked as his eyes roam hungrily over the naked girl. "That's a good Faunus. Ah, I love it. A little cat girl showing herself off to me. Cats are my favorite type of Faunus you know. Now turn around to show we what else you got."

Blake sighed before slowly turning around, showing off her very prominent ass. Unknown to her, the tech quickly pulled out a scroll and snapped a few silent photos of her. He then placed it on the desk next to him with the camera facing Blake, the scroll now recording video.

"Oh my, you got a big old booty on you White Fang girl!" The tech said sounding excited. "The rest of your body is good but I think that ass is easily your best feature. Though that long black hair is also pretty good. You're quite the beauty."

Blake flushed at the compliment, unused to the blatant sexual harassment. "C-can we just get this done?"

"Ah, and now the tough little terrorist is blushing. Really that just makes you cuter." The tech said, obviously enjoying himself at bullying the girl that had once had him pinned. "Alright then. You entertain me for five minutes, I'll login and let you have the data."

"And what assurances do I have you'll keep to your side of the bargain?" Blake said as she turned back around and leveled a glare at the tech. Though given that she was naked, blushing, and more or less at the mercy of tech it lost much of its effectiveness.

"Well it's not like I could give you collateral. So how about I swear? I swear on my mother that provided you dance for me for five minutes I'll let you have whatever files you want."

"...I suppose I don't have much choice." Blake said with a sigh.

The tech smiled as he stared at the fine bare bust in front of him. That swear meant nothing. He hated his mother. Horrid old banshee. He was going to take this little terrorist for all she's worth.

The tech leaned back in his chair and waited, both of them looking at a clock on the wall to check the time. Taking that as her cue, Blake realized she should start to doing something that could count as dance.

She started with gently swaying her hips side to side, her eyes noticing how the tech looked at her hips. She continued like this for a bit before an impatient tech said "Swaying isn't dancing. Be more daring!"

Frowning, Blake turned around, bent forward, and started to wiggle her ass at him.

"Now that's more like it. I do love looking at your ass. But are you dancing or propositioning me? Dance! Don't just randomly move your body like I'll be satisfied with that!"

Blake flushed once more now that she realized the tech wouldn't be satisfied with a phoned in half-hearted performance. She really was going to have to show off if she wanted to complete her mission. She was tempted to just smash the tech in the face, but the Fang was counting on her to get this done. This information could help hundreds or thousands of people. And so she decided she would just have to do her best, even if it was humiliating.

She turned around and got low. Real low. Crouching down she spread her legs and gave the tech an unrestricted look at her pussy. She could see his eyes widen as she brought up a hand and slowly ran it over her sex, teasing at her masturbating before she got up and closed her legs again.

For the next few minutes Blake forgot the world around her and just focused on a dance designed to show off her admittedly sexy body. Sensually rubbing her hands over herself, she cupped her large breasts before pinching her own hard nipples, her mouth opening like she was gasping from pleasure.

"Mm, work it you cat slut." The tech said from his chair.

And work it Blake did.

She lost track of things as she focused on dancing and showing off. When she turned back around she noticed the tech had fished his dick out of his clean suit and was masturbating to her. She froze only for a split second before she resumed. It 's not like he was touching her. He could enjoy the performance so long as he didn't try anything.

Coming up on the five minute mark, she turned back around and crouched down as she groped her own ass, spreading her cheeks to show the man her asshole.

"Oh fuck...you slutty cat." The man groaned as his own pace quickened.

Turned back around, her legs spread wide to show off her sex, her fingers rubbing at her clit, her hand shielding it from sight.

That was too much for the tech as he groaned and let out a spray of cum as he finally had an orgasm. Blake was so close she felt a warm spray impact on her hand, preventing it from hitting her sex.

The tech panted as one hand cleaned himself up with a tissue.

"Damn girl. If this terrorist thing doesn't work out you can always be a stripper." The tech gasped out as he finished and zipped himself back up.

Blake stood back up and now free of the rhythm was a bit mortified at what she had done. She hadn't done a naked dance or striptease for anyone before but she had done it for this random SDC employee. How embarrassing! Luckily there were no cameras in here to see her acting so dirty.

Unknown to her, the tech's phone was still recording, having captured Blake's whole performance.