You head to the room, and wait.

{if@ Gammod == False}"Hey, Penelope, have I.... are there any booking requests, for me?"

"Hm?" Penelope tilts her head, then claps her hands. "Oh, you mean for a stripshow? Yeah, tons! Here, let me see..."

She flicks through the pages of her notebook, finds the one she's looking for, and runs her finger down it. Her finger stops, taps a point on the page a few times, and she smiles.

"Yep! Here's a good one." She says. "Asked for you specifically, too, not just a general request." She flips the notebook closed and looks to you. "Do you remember the way to the room Charlotte took you into last time? You can head straight there, if you like. I'll go find him and tell him that you're waiting."

"G-got it..." You say, managing to lift a shaky thumbs up before rising to your feet. Right, here it is -- you've done this sort of thing before, and plenty for Ben's paintings, but this is the first time that you'll be doing it one-on-one with a stranger. You hope you don't let him down....

{endif}Alright, here you are again. Under these red lights. In clothes that you're about to take off. Ah, geez, why does this make you so nervous? You did it before, kind of... w-with a friend who helped you at each step..... without taking off your bra or panties.......

......

Okay, no, this makes sense why your face is all red. Luckily everything is red, thanks to the lights, so it shouldn't be obvious that you're completely out of your element. You jump a little bit at the sudden sound of the door as your... 'client' walks in. His face is completely obscured by shadow.

"A-ah... hello!" You lift a hand, about to wave, then realise you're supposed to be all seductive. So you move your hand like a radar instead, to wave like the Queen. Maybe he'll think you're royal and you can just bluff your way to the top.

"Hello." He says back, walking up to you pretty normally, but it still feels like he's closing ground a lot faster than you're comfortable with.

"Ah, wait-" You start, taking a step back and lifting your hands. He stops, and you peek over your hands with one eye. When you realise he listened, you straighten out again, and give an awkward cough. "Ummm.... I'll start." You decide.

Alright, what did Charlotte say again? Go slowly. You start rolling your blazer down your arms, parting the sides of it as you do so to reveal more of your tight-fitting buttonup school shirt. The blazer reaches your elbows, and you give a little shimmy. Your client's face is still obscured, but you can tell from the movement of his head that he seems deeply fascinated with the motion of your large breasts.... w-which means you're doing a good job!

You slide your arms out of the sleeves and drop the blazer to the floor in a pile. Ah, no, you should've folded it up! He might know you aren't royalty now. Hopefully he still can't tell.

Feeling a bit flustered now, you start undoing the buttons on your shirt from your top, revealing your cleavage and then eventually your whole bra as you work your way down, swaying side-to-side gently and avoiding looking right at him at all costs. It feels a bit weird to make eye contact, even if it might be a good idea. But Charlotte would be disappointed, so....

You manage to **** your head up and look at him, summoning all your courage to do so, only to find that he's not there anymore. What...? Did he leave? No way, were you being that boring?! You drop your arms to your sides dejectedly, open part of your shirt fluttering from the movement.

"Ah!" You suddenly exclaim as a big pair of hands wrap around from behind you and start feeling you up, especially focusing on your chest. "Wh-what...?"

"Good heft." The man says. "Keep going."

A-ah, but Charlotte said.... Charlotte said touching wasn't..... still, if he didn't leave after all, then you're doing a good job, r-right?

"I don't think you're allowed to touchhh...." You whine, leaning back into him a little bit as he fondles your breasts over your bra. "I-it's extra money for...."

"Oh, don't worry about that." He cuts you off. "You're enjoying it, right? I'm really enjoying it. You're doing such a great job. I'm going to leave a great review for you."

O-oh.... there are reviews? You didn't know that, but it sort of makes sense. You want to get a good one. You want to get a really good one. But if it was alright to get a good review this way, then surely the other Sorority girls would just have sex with clients who only paid for a strip show and get the best review possible, wouldn't they? N-not you, but the others. It's just an idea.

"Here, let me help you." He says, unhooking your bra at the back and walking around your body to pull it off you from the front, revealing your bare boobs right before his eyes. Instinctively your body twitches and makes a move to cover up, but you stop yourself before getting too far.

He stands back and whistles, eyeing up your beautifully round and full breasts in all their glory.

"Wow." He says. "Those are amazing. I thought you might've been stuffing your shirt a bit when I saw you around, but... damn. Stuffing it with pure tits."

You blush a little at his compliment(?). He said a part of you was amazing, which is very nice of him. So nice you only jump slightly and don't pull away when he suddenly leans in and starts running his rough tongue over them, flicking and dragging over the nipple, but focusing on the breast as a whole. A-ah, the feeling makes you gasp and shake a bit. T-this is.... a weird feeling. But he said they were amazing, s-so.....

He looks up at you and pulls his tongue from your boob.

"Give them a little shake for me." He says, and your follow his request without resistance a little faster than maybe you should have as he leans back in to enjoy their swaying motion.

Lightly battering your client's face between your boobs like this as he lavishes them in his tongue reminds you why you're actually here, and you take a quick step back and pull away from him.

"I- I really think.... touching's not allowed." You say.

He makes a sympathetic face, and takes a step towards you.

"Come on, look how stiff your nipples are getting." He points. "You're loving this."

He-he's not entirely wrong, but....

"Ch-Charlotte said...." You nervously insist, licking your lips and looking at the ground. "Charlotte said that touching is strictly not allowed for stripshow clientele."

You look up at him, hopefully -- half hoping you'll win out and follow the rules Charlotte set, and half hoping he won't care and keeps calling your body amazing and playing with it anyway. You're not sure which way it's going to go yet, but he hasn't taken another step at least.

"It's not allowed." You repeat. "Charlotte said so."

The mention of Charlotte's name seems to have given him pause, and after a brief deliberation, his posture relaxes and he takes a step back.

"Alright." He says at last. "But I really do like your boobs. I think I want some more time with them later."

"Th-thank you." You nod.

You finish the rest of the stripshow just as Charlotte taught you, getting yourself totally nude as seductively as possible and giving him a few full spins once you're done. And then a few more, because your first ones were too fast and excited, because you like to spin. And then a few jumps up and down because he asked very politely. He calls your pussy cute, which is a positive description, so you add it to the nice compliments book in your head.

You still feel a bit weird about the whole thing, especially with how much your heavy boobs bounce from each jump, but.... it's all made better when you get your pay! You're twenty five dollars richer, and probably got a really good review too, and all it cost was.... you know, all of that stuff. Getting naked and felt up and licked. And spinning and then jumping up and down. You keep getting tingles down your back whenever you think about his rough tongue and strong hands over your boobs, b-but.... it's good tingles, so everything's alright, probably....