You always wondered what being a stripper felt like.

Your head pops up, "I'm in. $500 to take pictures of my tits? Sign me up!"

"Great! Head in there and touch up. We start in 10."

He points to a second door in the another corner of the room you'd missed until now. You stand and look at him.

"Should I bother to stay dressed or just come out in my panties?" You ask.

"Wear everything you have on now. Different clients like to see different things, sweetie."

You nod and head through the door. It's a small bathroom with a toilet, tiny shower stall, sink and a full length mirror. It doesn't take you long to clean up and fix your makeup. With one last glance at the mirror, you turn and walk back out to the room. As you walk over to the desk, you can see Brett has set up a few more cameras, two at waist height and one on the facing the desk.

"Ready!" You chirp as he stands and faces you.

"Cool." He reaches into his briefcase, pulls out an unsigned check for $500 and hands it to you.

"It's useless until I endorse it but I figure it'll make you feel a bit better. The moment all the video is out to the boss I'll sign and we'll see what happens."

"So what do you want me to do?" You ask.

"Nothing special. You sit on the desk with your legs hanging over and when I say action, start taking your clothes off. I'll tell you any special instructions as we go. Good?"

You nod, "Yep, sounds good."

You sit on the desk and smile. It doesn't take him long to yell action. You start by shifting to the side, putting your foot up and taking off your right stiletto. Then do the same on the other side to remove the left one. You try to make sure you flex them a bit, hoping it puts some definition into your shapely legs. After seeing him nod, you hop off the desk and stand up.

You reach down and grab the bottom of your skin tight tank top. After getting a quick nod, you peel the shirt off and over your head slowly. Brett takes a moment to zoom in on your chest as your creamy white tits pop into view, the 34Bs looking very big compared to your small frame. It all makes your dark pink quarter sized nipples stand out. He offers a quick whistle of appreciation as you toss the top onto the desk.

Then you offer the camera a mischievous wink before hearing Brett speak.

"Great presentation! Before you lose the skirt, bend over and lift it up for the camera."

You smile and slowly turn back toward the desk. You space your legs about shoulder width apart and bend over it. Then you reach back with your right hand and gradually lift your skirt. Brett happily films as you progressively reveal more and more skin until your firm, pale ass comes into view. You consider your bottom to be your best asset, it's smooth and athletic without being too muscular. You'd never been to a dance without your partner pawing it the whole time.

"Drop the skirt on your back and say something sexy to the camera!" Brett growls. He sounds awful hot and bothered you think as you look back over your shoulder and slap your right ass cheek. He zooms in enough to catch you from the thighs up in the frame.

"Oh boys! I'm so lonely. Anyone want to come and give me a hand with this?" You say as you reach up and gently snap the elastic band on your thong panties.

"Awesome!" Brett says. "Now stand and lose the skirt."

You brush the skirt back down over your legs, slowly stand and turn back towards him. You reach back behind, unsnap the button on the back of the skirt and slowly unzip it. Gravity pulls it down your toned legs revealing the front of your panties. You smile at the camera.

"I can't believe no one has come down here? What's a girl got to do for some attention?" You purr.

"Do a full spin, we need to see it all on display. This is your statement shot!" Brett demands.

You smile again and do a slow turn. The camera drinks it all in, from your firm breasts to your gorgeous ass. Once you have done a complete 360, Brett puts the camera down.

"OK we're done!" He says as he grabs his tablet and hits a few buttons. You fish the check out, walk over and offer it to him.

He puts the tablet down, signs the check and hands it back.

"How could I say no to those tits, honey? Seriously, the check is good now. That's your cash. You can go and we're all done or you can sit in that seat and wait for an answer. We have your cell and email if you'd prefer to wait at home. It's never taken more than ten or fifteen minutes though."

Does she stay or go?