Oh don’t worry about her. She is fast asleep by now. She said she was tense from a rough day at work and I gave her one of my valiums. She won’t be waking up anytime soon!!!
OK then. Come to my room.
Be right up in a minute
Hopping up off the sofa, Erica hummed a happy tune as she made a quick detour, stopping off to the kitchen to grab some wine.
After slipping quietly inside her bedroom, Erica found her niece nervously pacing while wearing an exceedingly boring plaid sleep shirt.
“Aunt Erica are you sure you really wanna see how one of my new bras look on me?”
Erica strode across her niece’s small bedroom carrying a pair of wine glasses, filled to the brim with red wine. After they settled down on the bed, she tried to hand her one of the glasses of wine.
“Here. Take a couple sips of this. It will help relax you.”
Looking at the glass of wine doubtfully she whispered, “Mom says I shouldn’t drink as it can make girls do naughty things.”
Erica took a deep breath before replying. “Being naughty sweetheart can sometimes be fun. A fact your ultra-conservative mother fails to appreciate.”
“Yeah I guess you are right,” Wendy replied as she took the glass of wine.
“Just a small sip or two. Promise, it will help relax you. I know you are nervous about showing off in one of the new bras I bought you but honey…”
Erica paused, staring at her niece deep in the eyes, she dropped her voice to a soft whisper. “It’s me, sweetie. Your favorite Auntie Erica and you can trust me. Totally. But more importantly you need to let me help you overcome your innate shyness so you can blossom like the pretty beautiful flower you were meant to be.”
Wendy took the glass of wine. She took one small sip of the red wine and then, not minding the taste, a larger one. The effect was both warming and relaxing and hit her almost immediately.
Giggling, she whispered, “I think I kind of like that.”
“Good, but…” Erica reached out, taking the still half full glass back from her. “You can’t have too much right away.”
“Now are you ready to show me at least how nice one of the bras I bought you look on you, honey?”
Wendy sighed deeply before whispering, “OK.”
Standing up she stood in front of her aunt and after giving her a shy smile she slowly started to lift up her boring sleep shirt, but before she even got it half way up she stopped. After letting it full back down, she whispered, “I don’t know if I can do this, Aunt Erica. I’m just… you know… too shy.”
“Hmm, well… tell you what. How does this sound as an idea. Maybe you are too shy but how about someone else.”
“Someone else? What do you mean?”
“What if we sort of engage in a bit of role playing where it won’t be you taking off your boring old sleep shirt for me but someone else you are pretending to be?”
“Sounds interesting. Tell me more?”
“It’s called role playing and it’s where you pretend to be someone else. Trust me, it can be both fun and liberating, sweetheart. Here, sit down next to me on the bed and I will explain our respective roles and then you can tell me if you are interested.”
Erica spent the next minute explaining just what she had in mind and then another minute or two, helped by the few generous sips of wine Wendy took, convincing her niece to play along.
The crux of their little role playing game was simple: Erica would play the role of a high powered, and well-heeled, business woman who was a frequent visitor to a chic strip club while Wendy would play the role of a naïve young employee thrust into the role of being the business woman’s personal dancer/stripper for the evening.
“So if you have bought and paid for me I guess that means I pretty much have to do as you please huh, Aunt Erica.”
Reaching out with a mischievous smile on her face, Erica whispered, “That is exactly what it means because as they say… the customer is always right. Of course, I will have to go get dressed for my role as a powerful businesswoman while you stay here and maybe sip on a bit of wine so you won’t be so nervous about being under my firm hand. Oh and get rid of that boring sleep shirt and put on some casual outfit. I think a pair of black jeans and a white blouse would be perfect for your uniform, considering you are supposed to be just a bar back at our fictional strip club. Do you have something like that?”
“Ahh, yeah, I do.”
“So let’s both go ahead and change into our respective proper attire for our roles and I will be back in about ten minutes or so.”
“OK,” Erica said as she hurried out of the bedroom and back to her own room.
A few minutes later, Erica was back inside Wendy’s bedroom, dressed exactly as one might expect a powerful business woman to dress while still showing off a bit of sexiness: black pinstriped suit jacket, white blouse under the jacket and a tight, dark and fairly short skirt. To complete the look Erica added a pair of reading glasses, giving her a more professional appearance.
As soon as Erica walked into the bedroom, she went straight into character, “My, my,” she chortled, “they told me I would have a young cutie waiting for me in my private VIP lounge and I do see they were not lying.”
She sauntered right up to Wendy as she sat nervously on the edge of the bed. Dressed exactly in the way Erica suggested, black jeans and a white blouse with neither being particularly tight, Wendy looked up at her aunt nervously.
Reaching out, Erica touched her niece’s face lightly. “Yes, for sure, you far exceed my expectations, sweetie. What is your name?”
Have a sudden inspiration to use a made up name, Wendy told her client, “I’m Betty. And what is your name?”
Thinking quickly, Erica also used a made up name. “I’m Karen. Anyways, Betty, huh, is that all? I thought all you strippers had, like, exotic nicknames? But, of course, you actually don’t look like a stripper, hon. I mean the way you are dressed.”
Wendy decided to oblige her aunt and give herself an “exotic” nickname. Smiling shyly, she said, “Actually I do. It’s Betty Big Boobs.”
“Well I can’t really tell considering the way you are so conservatively dressed if that is an accurate nickname or not. Maybe you wanna get undressed for me, sweetie… or better yet, let me do it myself. Let’s switch places. Let me sit down and you stand up before me.”
After they switched places, Karen boldly reached out and began to undo Betty’s blouse slowly.
Noticing how she was fidgeting as she undid her blouse, Karen asked her, “Why so nervous about me taking off your blouse, sweetie.”
“I’m just a bit shy is all. This is my first time doing… like this job. Normally, I am just a bar back in the club… not a stripper and that is why I’m dressed the way I am. I didn’t have time to change into anything sexy for you.”
Karen, anxious and curious to hear more, paused after undoing only the second button. “Really. So why did they make you a stripper all of a sudden?”
“Well, Mr. Jones, you know the club manager.”
Happily going along with her niece’s improvision, Erica responded, “Sure, me and Chuck are tight. I am one of his favorite customers.”
“Yeah he told me that when you come in you always reserve the VIP room and get your own personal stripper for the evening. He said the girl he had lined up for you. Charlene, called off tonight at the last second and he needed someone, like right away, young, innocent looking and well-endowed. Hmm, he said, that is what you like, to replace her and that I would be perfect.”
“So you volunteered to be my own personal stripper for the evening?”
“No, actually, he said I had to do it… or else.”
“Or else he would fire you?”
“I guess.”
Reaching up, Karen stroked Betty’s face as she dropped her voice to a gentle whisper, “So you have never stripped for anyone before and you really are just a shy, sweet and innocent little girl that is being forced to do this?”
“Uh-hu,” Betty replied. “Mr. Jones came up with the nickname for me by the way.”
“So I’m still wondering if that is an accurate nickname or not. I really hope so because, like your boss said, I really like pretty, shy, sweet innocent little girls with big boobies.”
“Hmm, maybe I do,” Betty said with a shrug of her shoulders. “I mean, I’m not sure. No one has ever really seen them before to… you know… comment one way or the other.”
“Hmm, really? So you are a virgin then I take it.”
“Yes,” Betty answered… truthfully.
“And that is why you are so nervous about me taking off your blouse.”
“Mhm.”
“Well, tell you what. I have an idea. Why don’t I go first… and then after you have taken off my blouse maybe you won’t be so nervous about letting me do the same for you.”
The shy Betty shrugged her shoulders before murmuring her consent.
Standing up, Karen faced the young girl before dropping her voice to a sultry whisper. “I’ll help you get started by first taking this off.”
Karen stripped off her professional suit jacket before laying it neatly on the bed. Turning, she faced Betty again. “OK, go ahead sweetie and undo my blouse for me.” Taking her hands, she guided them to the front of her blouse as she whispered, “C’mon you don’t have to be shy.”
Betty slowly, carefully unbuttoned Karen’s blouse. After getting it undone she paused as she gazed at the older woman’s chest. Under her blouse she was wearing an exceptionally sexy black lace bra that showed her big tits to a very acceptable degree.
“Wow that is a pretty bra Ms. Karen,” Betty whispered.
“I’m glad you like it hon but now it’s my turn.”
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