Comply... with the thong's assistance

Charlotte gets to her feet. "Please don't make me do this." She speaks more to her thong then the man in front of her.

"Take them off. Or I strip you myself. And I won't be nice."

~Don't resist so deary! Afterall, I can make it painful for you..~ Charlotte gasps feeling her hips being squeezed and pressed in a way that is not even slightly arousing. She starts clawing at her skirt trying to remove the pressure coming from the thong and in doing so pulls off the skirt enough that it falls to the ground.

~See? or I can make this very.... exciting!~ And now Charlotte gasps again as feels the same arousal as when she sucked on the man's cock along. It leads to a feeling of almost reassurance, like something in her just 'wants' to be naked.

Grumbling, Charlotte removes her tank-top as well. Under her breath she mutters, "Don't I have to take you off too?"

~No worries! He can't see me. He can't feel me... Doesn't know I'm there. You see the shame of it for you? You're running around with no underwear!" The thong cackles.

Charlotte looks up into the man's face. He's eyeing her again, like a piece of meat. But this time she feels funny about it... hot and... aroused. Whether it's from the thong or her own self she's becoming somewhat unsure.