Thread: Kara's playbox  (F for M) Original, literate scenes from a British student

Dancing for Him StripperxBrother-In-Law Dancing for Him StripperxBrother-In-Law FxMrelucblackmailcheating You don't have to go on if you are uncomfortable Kyla Ky, we can ban him if this is such a big deal to you Why don't you just tell your sister whats going on? Kyla, you need to sort this out, we're trying to understand but you're putting off customers Of the four statements issued by the manager, only the last one had any merit. Not performing would run me in trouble with my landlord. Banning you could cause more problems than it solved. Telling my perfect lawyer sister how I make rent just isn't an option, not that she'd believe the parts about you anyway. There is only one solution, as my manager says, I need to sort it out. You sit comfortably in the front row seat, sipping from your drink as the pretty brunette on stage glares at you while she removes her bra. Maybe it's because you are staring directly at her surgically enhanced tits without offering a tip, or maybe she knows who you are and how you are torturing me. You don't know or care as you lean back to take her all in. Waiting for me is almost as fun for you as seeing me up on that stage. I don't know how you found this place. A small local pub frequented by older men, it has only recently opened it's new side attraction in the basement. Being out of the city and relying mostly on the regulars to come downstairs, the shows have barely been advertised and are watched by an almost solely 50 audience. At first I thought it was accidental you being here, as embarrassing for you as it was for me, but that is clearly not the case. You stand out like a sore thumb, the youngest and richest man in the place. You watch all the girls yet only ever offer a tip to me, one which is always declined. You aren't really welcome yet you haven't done anything that would warrant being banned without my consent, something I'm too afraid to offer. As the girl on stage, now naked, gathers up any money that was offered to her, you hear the DJ introduce Kyla. The only man in the room to know that Kyla was in fact Rebecca. Your wife's baby sister Becki, the youngest of the 3 siblings and very much the black sheep of the family in comparison to my lawyer sister and architect brother. I look at you stoney faced as I come onto the stage, the same look I always give you before I ignore you through the rest of my show. At 20 years old I stand 5'7 with a nice hourglass figure and long natural dark red hair that curls down over my shoulders. I look a lot like my sister, yet being 7 years younger there are no obvious lines on my face and my body is in nicer shape. I wear expensive red and black neglige that reveals the top of my ample yet natural breasts and stops just above my shapely hips, a black thong and red boots completing my look. With my age and looks, I should be and was one of the most popular girls in the place. Yet the apprehensive, nervous demeanor I give while you are here sends out almost a give the other girls your money, I'm not friendly aura to the elder gentleman in the audience who are oblivious to my discomfort. I am like a robot as I grip and slide down the metal poles, something I was such a natural at yet they have become all the much harder to navigate with your presence. Once again I visibly stumble, not looking at you as I pull myself back to my feet. As usual when it comes time to bare my breasts, my back is turned to you. I graciously kneel to accept the small note offered by a man who thankfully is sitting away from you, and is offered more out of pity that my stage is empty rather than anything else. As I do, my large pretty nipples are visible from your side of the theater. I can see you waving money out of the corner of my eye, but I stay where I am, completing my dance. I tense up as it's time to remove my panties, something I used to do earlier in the show to maximize income, but now leave to the very end to fulfill the fully nude part of my contract. The thong is slipped off, aware that there is little hiding from your eyes, my most intimate parts turned away, but my pretty bare bottom fully on show for you as I leave the stage embarrassed and upset yet again. I need to sort it out I say to myself as I head down the stairs from the changing area to the top floor bar.