You start wiggling out of your blazer.

"Woah, what are you doing?"

You stop. You've only got the blazer down to your elbows -- have you really made a mistake already? Charlotte gets up from the desk and walks over to you. You can't help but keep your eyes on her exposed and well-trimmed belly as she approaches, half because you don't want to look at her face in case your mistake was big and she's mad at you, and half because it feels like there's some kind of magnet down there that just draws your eyes to it.

"You've got to go slower." She explains, sliding your blazer back up your shoulders. She takes a step back, in front of you, and starts rolling down her own blazer. "Like this, see?"

'Rolling down' really was the right way to describe it -- it's not like taking clothes off normally at all, it's more like slowly peeling them down your body. Not that you like this sort of thing, but the effect on your fluttering heart is undeniable once her blazer passes down to her elbows, exposing her bare and well-toned shoulders.

"You try. Take your time. Breathe." She says, pulling her blazer back up and sitting against the desk corner again. You take a minute to catch your breath, then start over, following her instructions as she guides you through it all. "Give a little shimmy." She suggests, as you reach your elbows. She whistles supportively as you shake your shirted chest from side to side, sliding the last bits of your arms out of the blazer sleeves.

Okay... you think you're starting to get the hang of this! You almost just dump the blazer to the floor, since you're done with it, but at the last second come up with a better idea all on your own and decide to fold it up, then place it neatly on the ground with a big forward bend at the hips. You lift your head to see what Charlotte thinks, and it seems to be good news, because it's a look of slight approval. Deciding to improvise some more, you sway your back end in the air a bit, which Charlotte seems to like as well. That makes your chest feel warm.

Rising up straight again, all slow and slinking-like, you start to take your time unbuttoning your shirt from the top. You keep swaying side to side as you do so, and pause a while after the first two buttons, leaning forward ever so slightly to stick your chest out. You're pretty sure this sort of thing is good for the dirty people who like it. It's too bad Charlotte only demonstrated the first step, you wouldn't have minded if... wait.

"Hey, you're a natural!" Charlotte says, leaning back a bit more on the table. "Good. Thought I'd be babysitting. I'll just enjoy the show, then."

You continue the show, unbuttoning your shirt all the way and then taking it off in a way like you did your blazer. When it comes to your pants, though, you're not really sure what to do -- and it feels like you shouldn't stall by taking off your bra. Charlotte would probably tell you off if you got yourself in a state where you were totally topless while still fully clothed on the legs, you can feel it.

You glance up at Charlotte uncertainly, partly bent at the waist with your fingers tucked into the waistband of your pants. Without a word, she pushes up off the table, and walks around behind you to help guide you.

"Let your arms hang." She tells you, wrapping her own arms around your waist to undo the button at the front of your school pants. You follow her command.

Once she's done at the front, she slides her hands down the sides of your pants' inside, running her fingers and palms past your butt and a bit of the way down your thighs. You shudder in response.

"Shhh...." She says quietly, right into your ear. It makes your eyelids and heart flutter a bit, and you almost shudder even harder, but barely manage to supress it in a desire not to disappoint her. "Good girl."

Eep! Why did your body just do that?

Charlotte pushes out with her hands, stretching your pants a bit wider with the back of her hands and then moving them around in partly-complete circles before changing directions.

"This is the more elegant way to do it." She advises. "Wiggle your butt, and rotate the pants the opposite way, and keep shifting until they're down your legs. Go slow, again. Here, take over."

She slides her hands up and out of your pants again, slowing a bit as she passes your ass, and letting your hands take over. You do as she says, while she stays pressed up behind you, her hot breath landing just slightly on your neck.

"L-like this?" You ask.

"Perfect." She says.

You continue as she told you, shifting your pants further and further down your thighs, to your knees, bending forward to do so, and then past your calv-

"Eep!" You eep, as her hand quickly wraps around your body and clamps over the front of one of your boobs. In an instant, she uses her hold to pull you back upright again.

"Don't lean forward with your back." She says. "Only bend at the hips. 'No hunching, stick out your butt thing.' As…. as they say. I just made it up, actually.”

You shudder, then give a single weak nod of understanding. Before she lets you go to give it another try, her eyes flick down to your chest, and the deep cleavage easily visible thanks to her being so much taller than you. She gives your boob, and its bra cup, a testing squeeze with her hand. Then, seeming impressed, a second and a third quicker squeeze.

"Wow, these things are first rate!" She compliments, moving her other hand to join in. "Grow them yourself?" She asks, hefting your boobs up by their undersides and giving them a few more complimentary shakes and squeezes from down there.

"Th-thank you..." You respond, your mouth suddenly a lot drier and your legs a lot less steady than they were just a second ago. Actually, if she wasn't right behind you to lean back on, you might not be upright at all right now.

"Now, normally, touching is strictly not allowed for stripshow clientele -- they get what they pay for. But you don't mind for right now, right? Since I'm still showing you the ropes."

You give another weak nod. Sh-she has been very supportive, so far, so it seems fair....

She keeps her second hand in place under your boob, holding it up and enjoying it fully, but it looks like the other hand's got its fill already, because it moves down lower to your ass now. Since your pants are around your legs still, it's just your panties for clothing, which doesn't give you a lot of cover.

"Woah, this is great too!" She says. You feel a weird sense of accomplishment, hearing the way she's judging your body with such approval. She gives your ass a nice squeeze, and then a super-gentle smack.

Her other hand finally leaves your boob, but without letting go of your body -- like a magnet under a table, she runs it down your torso, over the top of your tingly, warm belly, and slides her fingertips down the front of your panties just a little bit. You didn't realise it until her fingers brought attention there just now, but you're actually getting pretty wet...

Her fingers rub along your pussy lips testingly, causing you to squeak and lean back against her more heavily, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth. The warmth of your face floods into your palm.

She pokes and presses against your pussy, feeling it out, but doesn't insert anything deeper than a belly button. She's just getting a sense of how tight and warm your pussy is. You catch yourself silently wishing she'd just **** some fingers in already, but lack the mental standing to reprimand yourself for that just now. Your whole body is fuzzy....

"Alright." Charlotte says, slinking her hand back out of your panties and taking her other hand off of your round ass. You're glad that your hand is covering your mouth, because otherwise, she'd have heard your moan of disapproval as she took herself away. "I think you've got the idea, now. The panties come off the same way as the pants, and the bra comes off like normal -- just make it a slow reveal and you'll be good."

You slow take your shaking hand off of your mouth, and stifle a whine that would beg her to return her hands to your body. Y-you don't want to embarrass yourself in front of her....

"...Hey, Debbie?"

"Mmmmnnnggggg..... y-yes?" You pant.

"....Come talk to me again some time, if you like. I think there are some things you could... help me out with."

"ooooaaahhhkkkayyy...." You groan, barely staying upright.

"I'll leave you to get dressed up again." Charlotte says. "But good job -- you should be ready for the real deal, now."

With that, Charlotte leaves you in the room alone, and you let yourself collapse onto the ground. Geez.... how did she have such a strong effect on you? Was it because she's so fit, or because you really wanted to impress her? Anyway.... you'll just... rest here, a minute, before you get changed and head back out. And.... maybe you'll do something with your fingers, while you wait to get your energy back, too.