Tank top off!

"Please, you've had your fun!" Ghostgirl clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture. "I can pay you some money, whatever you want! Just let me go!"

"Oh, don't worry about money," Hornywolf said. "I'll decide when we're done weather or not I'm going to clear your accounts. That's another incentive for you to do as your told. And, I think you're shirt should come off next."

Ghostgirl hung her head. Is this how it felt, when she extorted those she hacked? She was full of fear and humiliation. Most of all, she was utterly helpless.

Hanging her head, she reached down to the hem of her tank top. Biting her lip she rolled it over her head, almost knocking off her VR glasses before she tossed it to the ground and crossed her arms over her bra.

"Ooh, very nice!" Hornywolf commented. "Though, you look a little heavier then I expected. I see from your bank account you buy a lot of late night night slices of pizza at Tommy's down the street. Looks like all those carbs are catching up with you!"

Ghostgirl was neon red. She was so embarrassed! She'd put on ten pounds this year and was quite embarrassed about it. All she could do was squirm in her underwear, feeling horribly exposed...