Chapter 4
by 
legion1986
Stolen..
Black Skirt!
The Model rose from her chair, bare feet silent against the floor, and glided toward Elara with a predatory grace. Her blue eyes gleamed with amusement as she reached the girl.
“Now, let’s begin,” she murmured, voice low and teasing. With one hand, she grabbed the zipper of Elara’s high-waisted skirt and tugged it downward. The fabric slipped past her fingers. Then, with a subtle press at the waistband, she nudged Elara’s hands aside and let gravity take care of the rest.
The skirt pooled around Elara’s ankles, leaving her exposed in sheer tights and lavender panties. The Model scooped it up and dropped it neatly into her wicker basket.
“There,” the Model said, holding the basket up so Elara could see. “Consider this your first contribution. Don’t worry — this one doesn’t really count. After all, it wasn’t truly yours to risk.”
Elara’s cheeks burned crimson. Her hands fluttered instinctively toward her tights, trying to cover herself. The Model’s smile deepened. “Ah, yes… that little blush is exactly what I love to see. Such a perfect start to the game.”
She leaned slightly closer, basket in one hand, letting her other hand trace a teasing line down Elara’s shoulder. “Every choice from here on out will count. And trust me… I do enjoy a girl who learns the rules quickly.”
Clothing Status
Elara: Fitted green blouse, sheer black tights, lavender panties, lace bralette, ankle boots.
Basket Contents: high-waisted black skirt