He Demands A Show

. . once I'm beyond the doors of the employee-only stock room, He pulls back slightly, and soon his camera is out, and he's taking photos. I look at him in surprise and cross my hands under my bosom. This makes my large tits even more impressive.

After another photo, he says, " I can't be off the floor very long, but I still want you to give me smoothing, in case I get in trouble for leaving my position. ", he snaps one more photo before I ask, "I want you to dance for me, and slowly strip naked for me while doing so. After that, I can help you find the items on your list."

Watching him with camera in hand, I can't help but find it enchanting to perform for him. What's the harm in, anyway? "Promise?", I asked, biting my lower lip. My moments, and voice, sound more seductive than I wanted. My hips were wagging side to side, and my voice was scandalous in how I spoke.

"Promise." He said, and I noted, seeing him change the controls a bit on the camera. He must have switched to record. On a normal day, I might have been bothered, but now I was more captivated at the notion of being recorded than angry.

I started dancing, moving my hands from grasping my chest, down my sides, and down my legs. I bent over as I did so, before rising back up once more, letting my hands lift my skirt up and reveal my ass to his view. I slap my ass cheek, before going back up... I made additional direct moves in front of the camera. After several gyrations, I blew the camera a kiss and, removed my halter top, using the front tie, and pulled it off. I let it fall to the ground. I grasp my tits in my hands, holding them. I gently squeezed them both, slapping them from underneath. I rubbed my nipples, and let out a soft moan.

I resumed dancing, gyrating in a naughty, increasingly provocative manner. I watched his eyes grow large, as he tried to keep the camera steady. I pulled down my skirt, being over slowly, and watched his eyes grow large as he sought sight of my shaved bush. I casually stepped out of my pleated skirt and conned my movements. I'm excited, captivated by my own strip show I was giving him.

I pulled off my shoulder cover last, and let it drop slowly off my body and to the floor. I continued dancing, now naked save for my shoes, as a moan escaped my lips. I have him completely captivated by my alluring performance, and I find my own nipples standing hard from my jugs. I blew him another kiss, and then I heard a cough from someplace on my left. Out of the corner of my eye, I see...