A striper outfit

Your jaw drops when you see Taylor at the top of the steps. Her tan blouse and slacks are so transparent that you can see her bra and side-tie panties through them. The clear platform heals add more than 6 inches of height to the tall girl. She looks like she could work in the trashiest nightclub around.

"Come on down, my dear," says Wilson in his polished, British accent. "You have a show to put on."

Taylor bites her bottom lip nervously as she moves down the ornate staircase. Her face shows a struggle, but when she reaches the bottom Wilson grabs her ass and all the resistance drains from her face. Just his touch brings out her submissive side.

Wilson leads her to the center of the room and says, "Go ahead, you know what you're supposed to do."

The head cheerleader walks up to where you're lying on the floor and holds out a handful of dollar bills. "Here."

You take the money, and Taylor hands another handful to Wendy and Delilah beside you. She moves around the room, handing out money to everyone. Most of them laugh as she gives them their share.

Music blasts behind you. You sit up and turn to see the butler messing with the room's stereo system. He switches CDs until he finds a really trashy song.

"That should do it. Okay everyone, have a seat on the couches here. It's time for a show!"

The group gathers on the couches as Wilson pulls a large table in front of them. Megan and Tawny let out catcalls and Ms. Samson whistles as Taylor climbs onto the table.

Taylor starts dancing.