"If you give me a lap dance right here right now, I'll give you the lingerie for free."
Emily gulped in apprehension and said, "Okay. If that's what you want."
She had never seen anyone give a lap dance before and certainly had never done one herself. She had no idea even where to begin.
The man behind the counter sat down on the chair and some unknown **** seemed to take over inside Emily and she soon found herself bent over with her ass high in the air in front of the man's face and twerking her nearly bare ass directly in front of his face. She was beside herself in humiliation. It seemed as though the part of her that had taken over and made wearing the lingerie in the first place seem so right to her was now in control of her actions and bodily movements and would do anything to get this lingerie.
The man had been expecting to be entertained by the lap dance but never expected anything close to the performance he received. She began by twerking her ass right in front of him looking more like a background dancer in a rap music video than a suburban girl in chess club. Then, she sat down on top of him and began writhing her body in ways that you wouldn't even see from an experienced stripper rubbing her ass provacatively against her dick that soon sprang into attention. She seemed to have no shame whatsoever. The old Emily was screaming inside of herself horrified by her actions but it made no difference.
She continued this wanton display of her newfound stripper dance moves for another 30 minutes. A couple people even came into the shop and she continued her without hesitation because she was so focused at the task at hand. Finally, the man snapped out of the bliss and said that he had had enough and that she was free to go. She got up from on top of him and walked right out the door wearing nothing but the navy blue lingerie set.
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