You think for a moment about how enticing it was watching Amy shed her bulky, plain clothes and reveal that hot little body underneath. "Amy, have you ever seen a live striptease act?"
"No."
"Do you know how to dance?"
"I took several years of ballet when I was younger."
You nod decisively. She should still have the balance and poise, and if not, you can help her find it. "Amy, I could tell you that you're beautiful and you would believe it, but I think it would be better to let you get some independant approval. When I snap my fingers, you will be awake. You will notice that you are not wearing any clothes but it will not seem strange or out of place to you. We will converse in a frank and honest fashion, and although I will make some suggestions and comments that you might ordinarily find offensive or wrong, you will not become angry. You will answer my questions honestly. You will not be embarrassed at revealing your innermost secrets to me."
Snap!
Amy jumps awake. "Did I doze off for a moment?" she asks.
"You did seem to lose your concentration. Don't worry about it."
Amy shrugs, her pert little breasts bouncing slightly. "So, what did you want to do?"
"Amy, I think we should go out an have some fun tonight, to celebrate my getting out of the hospital."
"That's a good idea. Where should we go?"
"Well," you say, "there's this topless bar that recently opened over on the highway leading out of town. They have all-nude strip shows. Sound like something you'd like to see?"
Amy thinks for a moment. "I have to admit I've always been a little curious about that kind of thing. But of course, I would never actually go into a place like that. It would be too embarrassing, and I might get caught."
"I think you should come with me tonight."
"Okay. I probably shouldn't go naked, though. What do you want me to wear?"
"We'll go shopping and pick up something for you. I'll be right back."
You leave Amy briefly and go knock on her neighbor's door. A big football jock answers. "What the fuck do you want?" he asks.
You fix him with a direct stare. "Give me all the cash you have on hand," you say. "And give me whatever your roommates have stashed away too."
A moment later, you're back in Amy's room with a wad of bills. "Anyway, you can watch the girls do their striptease acts for a while, then get up and try it yourself. Sound like fun?"
Amy's eyes go wide. "Oh, I could never do that! Those girls would all be beautiful and sexy, and I'm plain and nerdy-looking. It's a secret fantasy of mine to have people stare at my naked body and find me beautiful and alluring, but I don't think I could ever realize it. Even if I could, all the guys would boo me off the stage. They only want to see cute bubbly little cheerleader types, not a thick-legged cow like me."
She says it so matter-of-factly, you have to pity the poor girl. She really thinks she's unattractive. You wonder what happened to her in her youth to make her feel that way, especially since she really isn't bad-looking at all. And her legs, while not supermodel-thin, are just fine. "Amy, we're going to that club tonight. And when the time is right, you will get up on the stage and dance."
Amy looks a bit nervous, but says "Okay." |