Strip

Gretchen though. She thought and she thought. It seemed like hours passed, though it was probably just a few minutes.

She expected Professor Klein to get impatient but there was no sign of it. On the contrary, she started getting impatient with herself.

Gretchen knew this was what she wanted, to be with her professor all the time. But the prospect of stripping in this restaurant full of strangers was, well, terrifying.

But Gretchen didn't know how to say 'no.' And with time ticking on and no idea what else to do, Gretchen stood. The chair made a loud skidding noise on the restaurant floor, drawing attention to her. Professor Klein smiled, a bit surprised.

Gretchen reached around the back of her dress, found the zipper and pulled it down. Immediately the cool air of the restaurant hit the skin of her back that she'd never expected to be exposed to it. Her body covered in goosebumps. But it was too late now.

She let the dress fall off her shoulders to the ground. As the fabric fluttered against her skin, she remembered that she'd not only be showing the restaurant her breasts but the red marks the covered her body from the rough sex play with Professor Klein and the slaves.

But it was too late. The coolness made her nipples perk up immediately and she could see and sense heads in the restaurant beginning to turn toward her. She was exposed. The men smiled. The women scorned. And it was pointless not to go all the way.

Gretchen stuck her thumbs in the sides of her panties, got a good grip and pulled down. The sensation made her scared. And being scared made her a bit wet.

She'd never been completely nude in public before, but there she was. Every eye in the restaurant on her. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. There was no turning back. She spun around, her hair flinging about her face, so everyone could got a good look.

And just as quickly the manager was before her.

"Excuse me miss." he said, a serious fellow dressed in a coat and tie, younger than she'd expected, "Please get dressed."

Gretchen's mind raced. 'What would Professor Klein want me to do? What do I want to do? There are no consequences anymore. It doesn't matter.'

"I'd rather not." Gretchen answered defiantly.

"Then I'll have to ask you to come with me." The manager was very uncomfortable.

Gretchen gave her professor a look, and Professor Klein returned a glance of total confidence.

"If you don't call the cops, I'll suck your dick." Gretchen said, shocked at herself.

The manager turned bright red. "I'm sorry, I'll need you to come to my office then."

And Gretchen wasn't sure if her offer had worked or not. But she followed the manager, totally nude, through the restaurant, through the kitchen and into his office.

"I haven't had a good dick all day." She said, staring up at the manager. Now out of the sights of Professor Klein, she wondered why she felt the need to keep it up. She could just as easily beg the manager, or drop her father's name... do all the things she would have done to get out of trouble, not that she'd ever really been in one. But playing the slut came so natural.

"We can't do that" the manager disappointed Gretchen with his seriousness. "I'm sorry but I'm going to have to call the police."

"Awww, please! We can still do it even if you do call the police." Gretchen sat down on a chair in the managers, office her legs crossed proper. And it occurred to her that maybe she'd been so turned on by the strip that she really did just want some cock.

"No, I'm married." The manager said, starting to get angry.

"Well she can join too. You can take me home to the wife and fuck me together. I'm good at eating pussy."

And the manager was shocked for a moment. "Do I know you?"

She grimaced a bit. This was the point where she would be identified as the Congressman's daughter. But as her heart sank, she knew there was no way to avoid it. "I'll tell you who I am for some cock." Her mind was one-track tenacious. As if she wanted nothing else. It was starting to become difficult to keep her hands from running themselves down her naked body and into her pussy.

"I don't think...."

"Just take it out. Just take it out. Just take it out." Gretchen repeated over and over. She could feel herself changing now, from Professor Klein's private sex thing to a public **** for the whole world to use.

"I.... I have to call the police." The manager said, displaying signs of being worn down.