Tifa strips for them

Chocobo Sam stood up and walked over to Tifa. As he approached her, she looked past him and watched Kotch toss Aerith onto her knees in front of him. There was the distinct sound of a zipper opening, and then she watched Kotch grab Aerith’s head and pull it down into his groin. Soon Aerith’s head was bobbing up and down while Kotch moaned in approval. Sam reached Tifa, and said, “Listen, I will help you get out of here, but not until I’ve had my fun. I came here to see a show, and I’m going to get what I am owed.” He stared her in the eyes and asked, “Understood?” Tifa nodded shyly and she looked down to see Sam’s erection growing. He really wanted to see her naked. He turned to go back to his seat, and then stopped, addressing her from over his shoulder, “And you gotta get into it, and make it entertaining.” Tifa realized that they had a way out, so she just had to live up to her end of the bargain.

As Sam walked back to the group, he pulled out his phone and made a quick call. It seemed like he was bargaining with someone, then said, “Perfect, that sounds great,” and hung up, turning his attention back to Tifa. Scotch shouted to one of the thugs, “Find some good stripping music to play.” The thug fumbled through his phone, and started playing some heavy rock and roll. Kotch, who had been thoroughly enjoying Aerith’s mouth, spoke up, “Hey man, don’t try and kill the mood. Find something mellow and sultry.” Grabbing the phone, Kotch searched through the music apps while Aerith got got more and more into her duties, now rubbing his dick with both her hands while she sucked him off. Finding some appropriate, he tossed the phone back to the thug, who cranked up the volume. The slow steady beat started, and was soon joined by low mellow instruments.

Knowing she had to play along Tifa started to sway side to side, showing off the seductive curves of her hips. She panned across the room seeing all of the men smiling, and nodding at the start of her show. Even Aerith popped her head up and looked behind her to watch Tifa. Kotch seemed disappointed that Aerith had stopped her work, but he too also stayed fixated on Tifa.

She winked at Aerith, and then began to toy with her dress, much to the approval of the men. She reached up to tug at her neck straps, stretching them back and forth. She was still rather nervous about this, but imagined she was doing this for Cloud. That mental image made all of the difference as Tifa threw herself into her striptease. She reached around her neck, and pulled the neck straps up and over the back of her head and down to her front. The dress loosened a lot on her breasts, and she put her hands on her breasts as to not let the dress fall off, but also to play with them. She closed her eyes and thought of Cloud’s hands on her breasts, kneading them, and massaging them. She could feel herself start to become aroused deep in her inner thighs. Not wanting to get ahead of herself, she turned her back to the audience, and lifted her hands above her head as she swayed her hips with the music. With no support from her hands, the top of the dress fell down to just below her breasts, where it was supported by the grey straps. The men craned their necks around, catching only glimpses of side boob; only as much as Tifa wanted them to see. She shook her torso a bit, and her bare breasts jiggled. Her hands came down to grasp her breasts, feeling her hardened nipples from the cool air and the arousal. She loved the feel of her breasts.

Much to the chagrin of the men, Tifa pulled the front of the dress back up, and pulled the neck straps back over her head, securing the dress once more. She shot them a sultry look from over her shoulder... she was actually starting to get into this. She reached her hands around her back and squatted down a bit, slapping her hands on the back of her calves, and them sliding them up the back of her legs. As they arrived at the back of her thighs, her hands caught the back hem of her dress, and decided to bring it along for the ride upward. The men leaned forward, entranced, as the back of the dress peeled upwards, revealing more of Tifa’s sexy legs. She felt her hands reach her ass, and continued upwards. Some of the men let out a gasp and her ass came into view, covered only by her skimpy thong.

She pulled the dress up to her waist, and she bunched it there around the front, holding on with one hand, while the other reached back and caressed her ass cheek. She let her hips gyrate, and bounced her ass for them a bit, but for gave it a firm slap. Not only did that drive the men wild, but also Tifa as well, as more dampness appeared around her thighs. She spun around quickly, while letting go of the dress, giving the men only a short glimpse of the front of the thong before it vanished under the dress.

Turning to the side to give them a profile view, Tifa slid her outside hand down her body, making sure to give her breast a squeeze, before heading to her bare outer thigh. She repeated her previous action, and her fingers dragged up her thigh, catching the hem of the dress, and bringing it up over her waist. The men were given a prime view of the Tifa shape, the curvature of her ass, and the muscular thighs. The thin strap of her thong was also visible, but did nothing to mar the view. She could sense their desire.

Walking over to Sam, she gazed at him seductively, and then turned to thrust her ass in front of his face. Sam was stunned and then grabbed the outsides of Tifa’s legs, sliding up and down her smooth skin. She looked at him over her shoulder, and grabbed his hands and pulled them to the lower back of the dress. Finding the zipper, she placed his hands on it, and then said, “I don’t have to give you instructions, do I?” Sam waisted no time and pulled down the short zipper until it reached its terminus. The back of the dress splayed open revealing her bare lower back, and just a hint of top of her ass.

Sam was in awe, and certainly not prepared as she sank down to sit on his lap. She caught a glimpse of Aerith, still on her knees, who was glaring lustily at her. She also saw Kotch, and Kotch’s dick, which sprung back into action from watching her. Tifa reached for Sam’s hands again, and pulled them to her back, and guided them as they slid under the dress, and around the front of her body. She felt his hands groping her ab muscles, and she guided them to rest around her waist as she gyrated on his lap.

Kotch was so aroused that he lifted Aerith up onto his lap, facing him. Aerith and Tifa shared another glance as Kotch lowered Aerith down onto his lap. Aerith felt his dick graze her pussy lips, and then she let out an, “Ah, ugh!” as he pulled her down flush onto his lap. His lips devoured her breasts, and soon Aerith was pumping her body steadily on Kotch’s dick.

Tifa became majorly aroused watching her friend being fucked, and decided that she had better finish the dance so that they could get out of here as soon as possible. Guiding Sam’s hands back out of the dress, Tifa stood and walked back to the center of the room. She did a quick spin, again teasing what was under the dress, and then turned her back to them once again. She reached back and toyed with the open zipper a bit before moving to her mid back. She reached the grey straps, and teased with them a bit before unsnapping them. The dress loosened around her body, as the straps recoiled to their sides of the open back. As if spurned by the collective will of the men, Tifa’s hands moved up to the back of her neck, and with a few snapping sounds, she had unfastened it. She caught the two sides of the straps as they fall away from each shoulder, holding up the dress with her hands in front of her.

That was it, the dress was completely undone, and being held in place only by herself alone. She knew she couldn’t try to refasten anything, or risk adverse consequences, and she almost didn’t care anymore. Sam was going to get them out of this nightmare. She turned to face the men once more, and toyed very seductively with the dress, sliding material around, letting it drop a bit here and there, just enough to entice them, but not reveal anything yet. She also saw Aerith really going at it with Kotch. She was fucking him hard, and that turned Tifa on immensely.

Scotch, Sam, and the other men were all now cat-calling her and shouting, “Take it off!” Tifa couldn’t resist any longer, and was totally in the moment. She turned her back to them one final time, tugged upward on the neck straps, bringing the bottom of the dress up to her waist and exposing her ass and legs. She shimmied a bit, let her cheeks giggled for them. Holding the top of the dress high above her head, she toyed with it a bit, showing the men how loose it was on her body. Then, with total devotion to her role, she let her hands release the neck straps. Gravity took hold of the dress, and she felt it begin to descend. The men watched in awe as the thin purple material cascaded down her body almost in slow motion. Tifa watched it slide off her breasts, and away from her abs. The men saw the other view, of the dress sliding down from her waist, and down over her ass. Tifa saw her upper thighs and lower body come into view, and then felt them silky material slide down along the length of her legs.

The dress hitting the floor was equivalent to touchdown. The men cheered as Tifa glanced down to see her dress polled around her ankles. She brought her hand up to her breasts, covering them, and then turned around and walked towards Sam again. The men devoured her body with their eyes; her muscular calves and thighs, her trim waist, her tight abs, and what they could of her breasts. Tifa was the gold standard looks and figure, there was no doubt about it.

Reaching Sam, she looked at him and raised one leg and placed it on his thigh. “I’m supposed to take off everything, you know,” she flirted, “Wanna help a girl with her heels?” Sam didn’t need to be told twice. He let his hands caress her calve, before sliding down her smooth skin to her ankle. He slid the first heel off, and they then repeated the activity with the other heel.

“You know,” said Tifa, now turning away from him, “I AM supposed to strip naked.” She reached back and brought his hands up to her waist. She flirted again, “Wanna help a girl with her panties?” Again, Sam needed no prodding as he slipped his fingers into the waist of her thong, and began tugging it down playfully. Tifa felt another wave of arousal come over her as his rough hands were sliding down her waist and thighs. Aerith watched Tifa intently, seeing her friend stripped while fucked Kotch hard. Sam peeled the things down, watching is slide out from between her ass cheeks, and then shoved it downward to just above her knees. Tifa felt thong peel away from her bare pussy and slide down along her inner thighs. Gravity met the thong at her knees, and pulled it the rest of the way down her legs. Everyone glanced as the thong hit the ground. Tifa now covered her breasts with her arm, and her bare pussy with her other hand, and turned around.

At the site of her naked, but still concealed, friend, Aerith let out a scream of pleasure, “Ah, Ah, AAAHHH,” and came hard on Kotch. He started fucking her deeper and more vigorously. Tifa, still hiding her private areas, moved even closer to Sam, and straddled his lap. She brought her lips close to his, and said “You know, I’m supposed to hand over this choker, but I don’t think I need your help with this one.” With that she reached her hands behind her neck to unfasten the choker, revealing her perfect, hard nipples, and pristinely shaved pussy. Sam was stunned, and reached his hands up to feel her breasts, but Tifa caught them, and shook her head negatively, before shoving the choker into his shirt pocket. “Remember,” Tifa said, “I was only told to STRIP for you.”

Tifa was brought back to reality as she watched Kotch slide Aerith off of his dick, and onto her knees again. He unloaded his orgasm onto her face and breasts, and Aerith came again at the sensation of being covered. With that, she lay on the floor, exhausted. Corneo’s men all glanced at Tifa now, and the thugs brought her over to Kotch and Scotch. “Alright, baby,” Kotch said, “time to dress you up the same as your friend here.” Tifa was **** onto her knees in front of Kotch and his huge dick. It was all happening so quickly. “Wait,” Tifa spoke up, “You only said I had to strip for you.” Kotch replied, “Baby, with a body like that, there is no way we ain’t nailing you.” Scotch spoke up, “You broke in the last one, so I think this is my turn.” Kotch nodded in agreement, and Scotch moved toward Tifa, who began to struggle. “Get her on her back and pin her down,” he ordered the thugs, “I’m going deep into this bitch.”

She felt one arm pinned down as she was pushed onto her back and then the other, while the third thug and Scotch spread her legs apart. Her wet pussy was on display for everyone. The juices dripping from it were like a welcome mat for Scotch’s dick, which was now out in the open, as he inched in further between her legs. She looked up to see Kotch cheering, and also filming with his phone. “This is how we treat sector 7 sluts in Wall Market,” he announced for the video. Tifa did her best to clench her lower muscles, and keep her body closed. She felt Scotch’s dick touch her bare pussy lips, nudging them slightly. That little motion released the floodgates, and her juices spilled out onto his dick. Pleased with this response, Scotch slid forward a bit more, teasing her pussy, and beginning to part her lips. Tifa grimaced, trying to prepare herself to be taken...