Sara was quite lovely as she entered the very old-fashioned gentleman's club. She was a stunning blonde, with perfectly coiffed hair cascading to her shoulders. She was wearing a very professional white blouse, although the buttons were open down to the third hole, revealing the very edge of a lacy white brassiere. Her skirt ended just above her knees, showcasing long, sensuous legs down to her bare toes in open heels. She wore wire-rimmed glasses over soft brown eyes, which just added to her appeal -- something to leave on, perhaps, once she undressed.
Robert put her at 5' 7", 36C - 24 - 35. Her exact measurements would be carefully recorded and logged for the Archives before she was cleaned up and re-dressed.
Steve and Herbert rose up eagerly from their table to greet her. They were posing as interested investors in Robert's company. Sara was his Accounts Receivable manager, and she was mystified as to why she was here. Robert had emphasized, using the Voice, that her function was to give a presentation and entertain the two gentlemen. Providing a context was very important when using the Voice.
"Well Robert" Herbert said, leaning down to kiss her hand. "So this is finally Sara. She's even more lovely than you described." Sara blushed. Herbert was approaching eighty and got away with ogling girls and making provocative comments even without the Voice.
At only thirty, Steve was the youngest of the group and the least experienced in using the Voice, although his abilities were thought to be remarkable. He shyly took Sara's hand and looked her over. His awkwardness was so appealing considering that he soon would be commanding her to strip naked --and more.
Robert decided to take the lead. "Sara, before you give your presentation, I'm sure everyone would like a better look at you. Please lift up your skirt to... oh, about mid-thigh."
Sara stared at him. "Why... is that really appropriate?!"
"Sara" Robert admonished her, "remember you're here to entertain these gentlemen. What would be more entertaining to a group of gentlemen than a look at a pretty girl's lovely legs? I'm sure you've noticed men checking out those legs before. So, hike up your skirt -- now!"
Sara took a deep breath. She reached down to the hem of her skirt with both hands. Looking straight ahead, she slowly raised it up. She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. Soon she came to the hem of a lacy white slip that only added to her appeal.
She did exactly as she was told. Skirt and slip were now eight inches above her knees. The men sat now, sipping their drinks, taking in her shapely thighs. All she would remember, if handled correctly, was that she noticed the men slyly sneaking looks at her pretty legs.
"Mmm. Excellent" said Herbert. He understood that Robert was showing off a bit, having a 'guest' expose herself this early in her session. "You may lower your skirt for now, young lady. It's about time for your presentation."
Sara dropped her skirt and smoothed it out. Robert took her hand and, the gentlemen following, led her to an area where three plush chairs were arranged around a podium. Herbert, Robert and Steve sat, in that order, as Sara put the portfolio she was carrying down.
Robert nudged Steve. It was his turn to give the next command. He cleared his throat. "Now, Sara, we've already seen your lovely legs. We're thinking your little presentation would be so much more entertaining if you just totally removed your skirt."
Sara stared at him. "Remove my skirt?! I never heard of such a thing! This is supposed to be a business meeting!"
The other two men smiled. Steve had not issued a command, but a suggestion. It was a common mistake to think that after one small success, the woman was still in thrall.
"Well that's what you're doing, and that's all you're doing -- for now. You are entertaining us, and seeing only glimpses of those legs of yours are so distracting. We all want that skirt gone right now! There's a chair next to you where you can drape your clothes... as they come off." Steve crossed his arms and waited.
"Well!" said Sara. She unbuckled her belt and reached for the zipper on the side. "I wonder why I bothered spending so much time getting dressed!" she muttered.
The skirt and her lacy slip fell to the ground. Everyone noticed she needed no incentive and no other command to include her slip. She was mildly complaining but was actually becoming more and more cooperative.
She then gave her boring recital of Accounts Receivable facts while the men were openly admiring her figure. Her legs, fully revealed, were stunningly shapely. But all eyes were on those delicately feminine panties and the shape of her very sensual and very obvious mound. This girl really loved lace and soon, every bit of that lace would be tossed on the chair, and every bit of her flesh would be theirs to behold.
Steve was so totally enthralled with the sight of this girl that Herbert had to speak up: "Oh my dear! This is all very interesting, but we have more personal matters to discuss." He held a folder on his lap and motioned her over.
He looked her up and down as she stood right in front of him, her lack of a skirt seemingly forgotten. It was so wonderful to have such a beauty to command. The Voice was passed down from father to son, and he still recalled his own father's words as he let an astonished young Herbert in on the secret:
"Pick and choose carefully. But never use it to control a relationship -- you will destroy it! Have fun, do no harm, and leave these sweet ones as you found them."
This was an especially sweet one. He kept his eyes on her long legs and especially on the place where her lacy panties bulged out over the very center of what made her a woman. "We have some interesting photos we'd like you to look at..."
He opened the folder and handed her a group of photos. They showed Marianne, a very attractive forty-ish woman who worked for Sara, unbuttoning her blouse all the way and then squeezing her largish bra-covered breasts together.
"Oh my God!" Sara exclaimed. "When did she... why did she do this?!"
Robert took over since he was the photographer. "She did it for me, Sara. She was entertaining me. The question we have for you is: who has the better, prettier breasts? You or Marianne?"
"I just -- that's so --"
"Answer the question!" Robert ordered. "You have an opinion, and I'm sure you've secretly thought about it: who has the nicer set!"
She held her head up high and thrust out her chest. "I do."
"Then prove it" Robert said. "Take your blouse and your bra off for us. Strip to the waist. We will have to see them in order to make a comparison. Consider this all just part of our entertainment!"
She took a deep breath. "I'm... okay, okay -- I'm taking my top off! You guys are something else! Give a girl a chance!" She quickly unbuttoned her blouse. No need to pull it out of her skirt with her skirt off. She slipped it off and Robert held out his hand and she gave him her blouse. She reached behind her, thrusting her breasts out yet again, this time in her lacy white bra.
She looked down at Robert as she undid her clasps and as she peeled the straps off her shoulders. "You really should have told me you wanted me this way -- I mean... I got all dressed in all these pretty clothes, just for you! I didn't know how you wanted me. I'm really not prepared and I'm just so sorry!"
He heard her voice choking and actually saw tears collecting in her soft eyes. This was incredible! She was so worried that she wasn't pleasing them that her stripping and her nudity were secondary.
