Discussing things before Anabelle serves .

With Annabelle out of the room, the three of you sit stunned on her bed.

Tibby is the first to speak up. "Why'd you push her away like that? Didn't you like kissing Annabelle?"

"It's not that. I was just surprised when she grabbed at my dick." Tibby's eyes widen, from her position she would have seen Annabelle open your shirt but not what happened when her hands reached its bottom.

"And when she comes back? How far do you want to take this?" Ashley asks.

"Only as far as you're comfortable, Ashley. You don't have to stay if you don't want to, and we're not staying without you either. We won't do anything without you."

Ashley smiles at you, relieved. "We can stay."

When Annabelle returns with a tray of cold drinks she smiles too, seeing everyone cuddled on the bed. "The mood isn't ruined?"

"No way," Ashley assures her. "Come sit with us."

Annabelle puts the tray down beside the bed and sits close to you, but not touching.

"You know," Ashley says. "We've all seen each other naked now except John. We never filmed him, so maybe it's time for a live performance?"

You and Annabelle look at her in shock, but Tibby has a big grin on her face. "Strip show! Put on some music Annabelle, quick!" Annabelle giggles nervously, but picks up the remote and presses play. Her own stripping video resumes from the beginning, but another button press turns the screen off so only the music remains.

Ashley and Tibby get off you and push you to the edge of the bed. Standing up, you start dancing awkwardly while Annabelle does something else to turn on the same lights she had. You're bathed in a soft pink light as the regular lamps dim. Then six eyes are on you.

Cheered on by your pets and an occasional whoop from Annabelle, you shrug off your nerves and dance for real. Your shirt is already unbuttoned, so that's where the show starts. At first you hold it closed, teasing the girls as you let it 'accidentally' slide down your shoulder only to fix it when you notice. Loosening your grip on your shirt, you let it open to reveal glimpses of your chest and stomach, your confidence rising as your audience calls for more.

The shirt slips off both shoulders, and you pull it back and forth behind your back while the girls soak in the sight of your bare upper body. In this lighting even the two who are used to seeing it coo adoringly, while Annabelle lets out an admiring whistle.

You twirl around with your shirt trailing behind you a few times, then it gets crumpled into a ball and you turn to lob it into a corner. You stay facing the corner for a while, moving your hips with your back to the bed. Your jeans aren't skintight, but they're tight enough that the shape of your ass should be visible. You bend over a little to make it stand out more, but Tibby cruelly jeers that it's nothing compared to Ashley's.

"I don't know, I think your owner has a pretty nice hiney myself," Annabelle disagrees with her.

Smirking to yourself, you give it a little spank before turning around again. "Ooh la la, keep going!" Ashley says enthusiastically.

Since you took you shoes off before getting on the bed, your pants are the only thing left to take off. You fumble with its button for a second as you try to catch everyone's eye, but you get it open and quickly slip out of your pants.

Annabelle gives you an amused "boo!" and a thumb down when she sees your plain white underwear.

"Hey come on, if I had known I was going to strip today I would have worn something sexier. Do you want me to put my pants back on?"