Striptease!

Mike looks over at Melissa with a sly smile as she looks back with a nervous, yet still sexy, look on her face.

“I tell you what, let’s say you put on a little show for me, and I will forget about having you arrested.” The older gentleman says as he leers at the teen vixen.

“Wha—what do you mean? What kind of show?” She asks suspiciously,the weed still making her brain a little fuzzy.

Mike places his hand on her shoulder as he speaks.
“I mean, you get up and do a little striptease for me. And don’t give me that innocent or modest crap, I see how you act.”

Melissa’s face turned a light shade of red at his words, and she did not move from the plush white couch.

“I am not kidding, get up and show off that body, let me see those melons! Unless, of course, you WANT to be arrested…” Mike reaches for his phone as he stares at the brunette.

Shaking her head, Melissa slowly rises from the couch and asks what exactly he wants from her.

“I told you, put on some music and shake that fine ass, I also want to see those tits! Go put the stereo on and get to it!” He explains.

The nervous teen walks over and clicks on the stereo and tunes in a dance music station. She is not watching as Mike switches on his videophone to record the erotic display. Very slowly, she begins to sway her hips to the beat as Mike watches her like a hawk from the couch.

“That’s it, baby! Now unbutton that sweater and let’s see those jugs!”

Melissa grooves to the music, her mind still high from the dope letting her lose her nervousness. Her shapely body moves freely, her luscious globes bounce under her sweater and her long, shapely legs the object of Mike’s hawkish stare. The lovely teen begins unbuttoning her sweater and is soon dancing about with a fully undone sweater. Her bra-covered breasts exposed to Mr. Smith, who wants more…