I'm not putting you back into anything until you strip for me!
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Her eyes sharpen. "Excuse me?" She says, in a low voice. Your resolve falters a little, but with an attempt at confidence, you continue.
"My price for letting you go back into hibernation is a striptease." You say with a shaky voice. "an-and a lapdance!"
Her eyes harden and she draws up, considering you for a moment. You consider whether or not you may have overplayed your hand.
"Okay." She says at last, and your mouth drops.
"For reals?" You squeak.
"For really-reals." The Australian goddess coos, as she gently pushes you back into a chair, "After all, you're just being so nice by letting me not spend the rest of my life with you."
You smile to yourself. You suppose that, yes, you are being quite magnanimous. And what's the point of being nice if you don't get a reward? You sit back in the chair as she spins you around, and ready yourself for the spectacle.
"But I'm sure you want that striptease before the lapdance, right sweetie?" She smiles coyly at you. You nod, hardly believing the moment.
"That's right," you say, adding on for dirty measure, "bitch."
You see a flash of disgust in her eyes for a moment, replaced with a convincing look of warmth. Then she pushes you backwards on the sliding chair until you slide out of the room.
"Well then wait there for me as I get changed." She says with a smile.
And with that she shuts the door. Deciding to take the initiative while you wait, you take off your clothes, and use them to bind yourself to the chair, expertly from years of enjoying submission. You want to make the most of your sexy celebrity fantasy after all!
Ten minutes pass. Then another ten. You begin to feel nervous. Then you hear something... a distant murmuring. Like a crowd. You hear one of the control room windows open faintly, and then, "HE'S UP HERE!"
You realise your utter stupidity. You left Nicole with the computer, and the communications system. You slide your chair over to the top of the stairs and see way down below a large angry mob heading your way. You curse yourself and try to shake out of the chair - you're not going to get arrested naked again damn it!
But you make one more misjudgement, and your chair slips over the edge of the steps. You tumble all the way down, and your windpipe only breaks as you roll pathetically to the bottom at the crowd's feet. As the crowd shakes their heads at you in pity and disgust, Nicole joins her husband, who holds her tightly, stroking his goatee.
"What a perv..." He says, loudly, so that everyone can admire his own obvious lack of perversion. In time, you fade into urban legend. The virgin celeb nerd who tried to blackmail Nicole Kidman into fucking him, then fell naked down two flights of stairs.
THE END
