Strip. times call for measures

They'd agreed that the top tip-getters were not the ones who got naked the fastest and that teasing rather than delivering was important. But that assumed they actually had people watching. Without watchers, they couldn't get tippers. Maybe they could tease later, once they'd built a reputation and had people looking for them.

"Lose the top, Veronica," he said.

Natasha stared at him. "But--"

"Do you want to fail your biology class."

Okay, if he were perfectly honest with himself, he had to admit this wasn't only about getting tips. He'd dreamed of seeing Natasha's tits since he'd first walked into biology class. He imagined most of the guys in the school had the same dreams. Now, he would be able to look his full.

"Matt, are you sure you want to take this step?" Tanya spoke at full volume... she must have cut off the mikes for a moment.

"I don't think we have any choice," he said. "We need watchers before we can do anything else."

"Okay. I'm just the cameragirl. You're the producer and what you say goes. Still, this isn't what we strategized."

"We didn't strategize what to do if we only had seven watchers and none of them premium."

"Fine. Do what he says, Natasha."

"Don't I get any say in this?" Natasha demanded.

"You were planning on stripping, weren't you," Tanya fired back. "This is just a little faster."

Natasha sighed. "Fine."

She unbuttoned her black top, starting at the bottom, tugging the fabric apart and pausing between each button. Gradually her hard belly came into view.

Damn, this girl was sexy.

"Keep going, Veronica." He tried to make his voice harsh and demanding.

"If you want me to." That demure voice had to be an act. The real Natasha was confident and had never learned to defer to anyone.

"I need you to," he corrected.

She nodded, the feathers on her Mardi Gras mask trembling as she moved, then continued her slow unveil.

She stopped when she got to the last button, holding the button with one hand and the fabric with the other. Waiting.

God, he wanted to grab that shirt and tear it off of her. He could only hope that there were watchers out there appreciating this. If they'd held a school assembly, they could probably charge fifty bucks apiece and every male in the school and probably most of the females would happily pay just to be able to see this on the screen... and instead they were doing it for a few freeloaders.

Finally she shrugged and her top fell away from her body.