Chapter 4 : The Show Begins

Jane stood up slowly. The awkwardness was still there, of course, but she couldn't back down. She couldn't anymore. She had to dance, to put on a show for him, for a man other than her boyfriend.

She pressed the music button. Standing, she began to move. A sensual dance accompanied by nervousness. Her hips swayed from side to side to the rhythm of the music.

« Do you like my body ? »

Such a show also needed its auditory stimulation. Words would be her weapons to please him. She was there for that, even if she wasn't entirely comfortable yet. Jane had to detach herself from everything to simply act and move.

« Yes ! Your body is really beautiful... I can't wait for what's next... . »

Emboldened by Marc's enthusiastic reaction and positive support, Jane began to move with more confidence and sensuality. Her arms go up, ruffling her hair and tossing her bangs.

Girls do that during stripteases, right ? It's not like I've ever seen one in real life or even online. I should have asked Mark… nope. Come on, time to show some skin now.

Driven by her own impulses, she slowly unfastens her top, revealing her lace bra, all the while continuing to sway and dance to the music.

« Oh, really ? Then I'm going to give you an unforgettable show. »

She puffs out her chest despite the visible blush on her cheeks.

« Sit down and enjoy the show. »

She accentuates her breasts as much as she can. Her modest but firm breasts are compressed by the bra, giving them a nice volume. But with just her chest, it's hard to do more.

« What size is it ? »

Marc asks. Jane jumped, startled by the question.

« 90C… . What a cheeky guy to ask such a thing. »

« And you answered… . »

The exchange was actually kind of funny, making her giggle foolishly. Jane then decided to move on to something else that might interest her. With seductive slowness, she slipped off her skirt, letting it fall around her ankles.

She stood in front of the camera, wearing only her lingerie. Her hands sensually caressed her curves, offering a spectacle designed to titillate and satisfy her generous benefactor.

« What do you think, handsome ? »

Through the screen, she could see his arm moving. Yes, he was probably masturbating. She didn’t react. It was off-screen, and that was why he was there.

« I’ve never seen a girl as gorgeous as you !! Your curves are so delicate ! It's perfectly proportioned ! »

Jane feels a thrill of excitement at the sight of Marc pleasuring himself off-camera, knowing that it's her body and her performance that drive him to such a level of arousal.

It's just so weird knowing what he's doing off-camera. That's what all women who do this kind of thing every day must think. Seriously, one person is one thing, but thousands ? I couldn't handle it.

Despite her nervousness, she's starting to find power and confidence in her sexuality. The words she hears are flattering, and ultimately, it's her body that makes him so « happy ». It makes her a little proud.

« Mmm, I'm glad you like what you see. My breasts... worth a look ? »

She squeezes her breasts, pressing them together seductively.

« A firm 90C. Perfect for grabbing in one go, don't you think ? Between these and my ass, which is better ? »

Jane turns slowly, bending over to offer Marc a tantalizing view of her round buttocks, barely contained by a thong. She wiggled her hips playfully, her fingers toying with the elastic of her thong before glancing shyly over her shoulder.

90C wasn't exactly a large size, but… Marc was happy. That was the main thing.

« They can fit in the palm of your hand… unlike her butt, wow ! »

For $5,000, she knew she had to put on a long, sensual, and exciting show. Jane chuckled softly at the comment about her breasts, finding his appreciation for her alluring assets flattering.

We're off to a good start ! I can do more ! Right now, it's not even when I showed my breasts for $1,000 on one side.

She decided to push herself even further to give him an even more thrilling show, determined to earn every penny of that $5,000.

« But you're absolutely right about my butt. »

Slowly, teasingly, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and leaned forward, sliding the piece of fabric down her long legs, inch by inch, until it fell to the floor.

« What do you think ? Are my butt and thighs what you imagined ? Jane asked playfully, caressing her smooth buttocks. »

With her back to the camera, her buttocks was perfectly visible. Round, soft flesh that she jiggled with a slap. That was the least she could do, she thought. But she kept her legs together, her fingers tucking into the folds of her vulva, hoping he hadn't had time to see anything.

« I imagine they're even softer than meat, he replied. »

Jane felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine at the vivid description of her behind.

« Mmm, good choice of words, Marc. »

She slightly spread her buttocks, giving him a glimpse of her small, pink bottom.

« And you're absolutely right, my bottom is incredibly soft and supple. Almost good enough to eat, don't you think ? »

With her thighs pressed together, Jane began to slowly circle her hips, offering a hypnotic demonstration of her plump, bouncy buttocks.

« But I wonder... . »

She mused teasingly.

« What other treasures are still hidden on my body ? »