How the pervert won *PM interest*

[ForeverIllinois]

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Name: Nathalie Abdar
Age: 26
Height: 5'10"
Cup size: 32C

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*DING DONG*​

It wasn't easy taking care of my brother; I was just twenty-six years old and had to make sure that my eighteen year old brother was alright at all times. Sure, we both lived in our parents' place but they were mostly away and left us to fend for ourselves while they lived out their little entrepreneurial adventure. I worked full time as an accountant and part-time as a model. You heard that right. Hell, I was sure that the latter was going to become my full-time job in a matter of weeks.

It didn't happen overnight, my popularity slowly began to rise on social media in recent months before completely skyrocketing once I was featured on some frat boy website. I guess me posing and taking a few shots of my cleavage or my big round, fit butt got me all sorts of attention. I wasn't about to complain, I was getting some offers from clothing companies to advertise for them.

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A picture with a bit of the aforementioned advertising and my big butt...​

I guess that being comfortable with all this attention kind of highlighted the different between myself and Paul (my younger brother); I loved the right attention and he loved...none of it. Hell, he might have had only three friends. Which surprised me when I answered the door to see a young man saying:

"Hey, is Paul home?"

OOC: I'm looking for one dominant writer to play Paul's 'friend' that happened to show up. PM me if you're interested so we can work out a few details. Thank you!

 

[staceyshackleton]

The young man stood outside, dressed up warmly in the cool winter air, and waited for the dark-haired beauty who'd answer the door to actually respond. After several seconds, he raised an eyebrow quizzically, and half-wondered if perhaps he should ask the question again.

Still, standing here and staring at the woman who presumably stood between him and (hopefully, if that idiot hadn't already left without him) Paul, wasn't without it's perks. The sight of the statuesque girl - probably in her mid-20s if he was any judge of age, and with a body that curved and dipped in very pleasing ways - was not something that the man experienced every day of his life.

He'd heard about Paul's sister of course. He'd even been known to browse websites where Paul's sister graced an adoring male audience with revealing photos of her cleavage and tight angles of her bountiful behind. But as always, there was "photos" and there was "real life", and as hot as the woman in those photos had been, the woman standing only a few feet away from him right now was an altogether different proposition.

As the young man's initially pre-occupied mind wandered from his original mission of talking to Paul, he began to let the sight of Paul's sister take him in.

She seemed surprised to see him. He had to fight the urge to look down and check that the zipper was up on his relatively tight-fitting black trousers. Mentally reviewing what he'd said, he realised her surprise must have stemmed from his interest in seeing Paul. The thought danced into his head that for most people who came to this house, Paul was by far the less interesting of the two siblings.

Clearing his throat one more time, he nevertheless repeated his question.

"Is Paul home?" before adding by way of introduction, "I'm Andrew."

Andrew attempted a smile, and flashed the deep brown eyes that lay under his jet-black hair.

Suddenly, Andrew found himself thinking that the best possible answer might be "no."...

 

[ForeverIllinois]

I stared at the young man, figuring that he was around Paul's age. Now, like I mentioned earlier, Paul wasn't the most social type and believe me when I said that I assumed that I knew every single person that knew his name. So, I stood there in almost disbelief when a stranger came asking for him.

He was slightly taller than me, by an inch or so and eyed me curiously. His black hair complimented the clothes he was wearing and his brown eyes looked down into my hazel eyes, before he cleared his throat and said:

"Is Paul home? I'm Andrew."

Woops, I guess that I was daydreaming back there...

"Oh no, sorry." I finally said, opening the door a bit more. "Paul went off somewhere with some of his friends. I'm sure he'll be back soon. Do you want to come in?"

 

[staceyshackleton]

So Paul wasn't home. "Bastard." thought Andrew, maintaining a fixed smile on his face as he studied his supposed-friend's sister in all of her glory.

If it hadn't been for the delightful way that Paul's sister leaned against the door frame, causing her shirt to ride ever so slightly up her body, bunching in almost imperceptible ways that nonetheless accentuated her already well-proportioned chest, Andrew might well have been more visibly pissed off.

As it was, he still found himself wondering who else Paul could be out with. He was under the impression that Paul made up for his sister's obvious popularity by being Mr Random-Nobody-In-The-Crowd. That was - Andrew reflected - part of the appeal of placing Paul so deeply in his plans in the first place. If that son of a bitch was out suddenly being a social butterfly, then what they had planned together had every chance of unravelling fast.

Unravelling... hmmm... Andrew thought, momentarily lost in a daydream as something in his brain desperately tried to get his attention. He wouldn't mind the stitching on her tight green shirt unravelling fast. Or slow. He didn't mind taking his time.

Suddenly, Andrew realised he was breathing slightly quicker than might be considered normal for someone at a front door. There was also an increasingly sharp and urgent message coming from the small part of his brain not currently dominated with cataloging every square inch of this beautiful woman's body. What was it now?

Oh... what. She'd just invited him in? Well, thought Andrew, with what he hoped was a warm and friendly smile plastered to his face, it would be rude not to wouldn't it?

"Thanks!" Andrew said. "Sorry, I... ahh... didn't get your name." That was half true at least. He'd certainly checked her out on the websites enough, but Andrew wasn't one for necessarily remembering the names of women he bookmarked.

This had the potential to get interesting, Andrew mused, as he realised Paul may be useful in ways he hadn't previously considered...

 

[ForeverIllinois]

"Thanks! Sorry, I... ahh... didn't get your name."

I nearly laughed as I motioned him in. "Sorry, I got ahead of myself. I'm Nathalie, Paul's older sister."

He seemed nervous, maybe more so than me. Personally, I was a little anxious because I didn't know what this was about or if I was going to stress the hell out of one of Paul's only friends. I tried not to carry myself with too much authority, as I normally did when it came to my brother's life.

"Hey, sit down and make yourself comfortable. Do you need anything? I'm about to make some tea." I said, as I walked to the kitchen.

Now I wasn't stupid; this guy could very well be some sketchy eighteen year old. The kitchen wasn't completely separated from the living room, so I could have a view of him whenever I wanted. From the kitchen, I asked "So, how do you know Paul?"

 

[staceyshackleton]

Andrew sunk into a chair in the middle of the living room, and gave the area a cursory glance. He'd never visited Paul's house before, and Andrew always figured you could tell a lot about someone from how their house was arranged.

The room was comfortably large, and the semi-open nature of the dining room and kitchen only added to the spacious feel of the place. As Nathalie had walked over to the kitchen, Andrew had almost stumbled into a table. With his eyes fixed solely on Nathalie's derriere, her butt could consider itself the proud owner of Andrew's undivided attention. That backside was famous in Fraternities across the Greater Chicago Area, and he wasn't going to miss the opportunity to get a closer look, even if it almost cost him his shins on the sharp edge of a mahogany coffee table.

With a discrete movement that betrayed his secret identity as a well-practiced pervert, Andrew smoothly took his phone out of his pocket, clicked the camera twice, and reloaded it back into his pocket without a single sound being made. He'd long since figured out how to silence that annoying camera click noise that manufacturers thought was cute on phones.

Now in a chair, with his friend's sister keeping vigil over his movements (while trying not to look like she was keeping vigil of course, Andrew thought, amused), he took a moment to look at the photos on the wall.

Next to a large screen TV - that itself hung off tastefully painted walls chosen it seemed for their calming colours while matching nicely the well maintained black chairs and sofas - Paul noticed a series of family portraits. It was painfully obvious the dynamics of the family. A full-of-life Nathalie beamed out of each photo, striking an extrovert pose, while somewhere in the background slouched a more reserved and almost invisible Paul.

Surprisingly, there weren't many photos of their parents, although Andrew knew for a fact that both were still alive. Andrew looked back at Nathalie, and wondered if she was almost like a de facto caregiver to Paul. She must be at least 6-7 years his senior, Andrew thought, and that kind of dynamic would certainly lend itself towards her having a protective view of her little brother.

Interesting, Andrew thought. Very interesting indeed.

"Paul and I have a little... business venture..." Andrew paused at a split-second longer than was probably ideal, before recovering and continuing, "... and we were going to pop out and do some setup."

Andrew leaned forward, and was the model of earnestness as he projected concern. "I'm trying to help Paul out." he said, in what he had to admit was probably an overly-blatant appeal to his sister's hypothetical protective side.

My God, he thought, trying to focus on what he was saying and temporarily dismissing from his mind the arousing sight of Nathalie's breasts pushing firmly against the tight material of her top. My God, this woman's beautiful! And if, he mused to himself, you inexplicably didn't happen to be a fan of a well proportioned chest, then she'd sucker you in with a perfect backside clad in blue jeans so tight they could be painted on. She truly was double-trouble for any discerning man.

 

[ForeverIllinois]

I didn't realize it at the time, but Andrew was making himself too comfortable. I couldn't tell, as careful as I was, that his eyes was practically fixated on my big derriere. Had I known, I would have noticed the movement of his hand and the phone, pointed at me from behind, when he snapped this photo:

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So anyway, I was at the back of the kitchen, heating up some green tea while Andrew spoke.

"Paul and I have a little... business venture...and we were going to pop out and do some setup."

I didn't know too much about this, which surprised me. Business venture? Paul? Business was a risk and my brother was the most risk averse person that I knew! I eyed Paul carefully from the kitchen, as I carried our tea towards the living room and gave him his cup.

"I'm trying to help Paul out." he said as I leaned on the chair next to him, before asking:

"Thank you but um...what are you trying to help Paul out with?" I asked, curious but also concerned. This was my younger brother that we were talking about.

 

[staceyshackleton]

Andrew matched Nathalie's pose, if only because it allowed him to be several inches closer to the beautiful twenty-something. She looked concerned in a way Andrew had scarcely hoped for, and his suspicions that Nathalie was someone who'd put her brother's safety above nearly all other considerations began to solidify into a bona fide scientific theory.

Lowering his eyes, he quietly replied. "Well... I'm... I'm not sure if I should really be breaking Paul's confidence..."

He looked back up at her suddenly, his piercing brown eyes now searching Nathalie's face for some sign that it was safe to confide in her. The look of urgency that was now etched across her features seemed to be all the reassurance he needed, and he continued with the same hushed tones.

"Please don't tell Paul I told you this. Paul... doesn't make friends easily." Andrew smiled weakly, as if to suggest that surely he wasn't telling Nathalie anything she didn't already know.

He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair as he gave the impression of thinking seriously on how to proceed.

"Paul decided that... well, you know, now that he was done with high school... that it was time to find a new crowd." He smiled again and corrected himself. "Not that he really had an old crowd..."

Andrew leapt to his feet at that, and began to pace the room.

"I met Paul at a card game. He was... trying to impress people, I suppose." Andrew stopped pacing and turned to face Nathalie directly, using almost super-human reserves of will power to maintain eye contact rather than letting his eyes drop to her magnificent breasts. The unbidden thought that while Nathalie may not have been sporting a pair of Double-Ds, she nonetheless made up for any possible lacking in quantity with sheer undeniable quality, danced across his mind, and he struggled to maintain his train of thought.

"Never seen anyone like it." Andrew said simply. "It was like he wasn't use to taking risks, and now here he was, taking all the risks in the world."

Andrew sighed again and returned to the chair, collapsing into it and splaying his legs open.

"So he lost a fair bit of cash." Andrew turned and smiled again at Nathalie. "I've been helping him make up what he owes. I saw a bit of him in me that night, someone who could have been me had I not made certain life choices, and decided it the only right thing to do."

Andrew leaned swiftly towards Nathalie and reached out to grab her arm, missing by a suspiciously wide margin and instead landing his hand on her upper inner thigh. Andrew suddenly wasn't in a rush to correct his mistake, and instead he fixed her with his most earnest look.

"You can't tell him about this. He'd be mortified if he knew that you knew. He's talked about you like you're some kind of huge role model for him!" Andrew narrowed his eyes and decided to go for broke on the sisterly love thing. "I know I'm one of his few friends, and to be honest, I know what that feels like."

Would she buy this, Andrew wondered, as he held the gaze of this woman who was a model sister in more ways than one.

 

[ForeverIllinois]

"Well... I'm... I'm not sure if I should really be breaking Paul's confidence..."


Okay, so I started to panic a little here. Break Paul's confidence? Did my brother do something wrong? It was strange to even consider such a thing, given how Paul was a goody-two shoes. He never did anything remotely wrong and was always so preoccupied by following the rules of no matter what place he was in. Maybe, just maybe he joined the wrong kind of place somewhere? As crazy as it sounds, maybe he joined some stupid gang?

"Please don't tell Paul I told you this. Paul... doesn't make friends easily."

Andrew's face was one of concern, from what I could tell. He wanted to do the right thing, and help my brother out...maybe without confessing everything? He did bring up some points that I thought of earlier. A new crowd, trying to make new friends and the like...eventually bring the subject of money. He tried to impress a few people and it didn't work out for him.

Andrew's hand then landing on my upper thigh. I eyed him for a moment, but made no comment; it was an accident and given the circumstances, I wasn't able to make a big deal of his hand touching me. The look he gave me then was something of urgency

"You can't tell him about this. He'd be mortified if he knew that you knew. He's talked about you like you're some kind of huge role model for him! I know I'm one of his few friends, and to be honest, I know what that feels like."

I paused for a moment and thought of a few solutions. If it was a money problem, I could fix it right? But, of course, I couldn't just give him the money. Nevertheless, it was important to know how deep in the hole he was. So, after a few seconds and a deep breath, I asked: "How much does he owe?"

Andrew's face lit up a bit. I'm not sure if it was because of the fact that he thought of a solution, or because I was offering to help. Still, I waited to hear his response, with his hand still on my thigh. Was he going to move his hand already?

 

[staceyshackleton]

Andrew beamed at Nathalie as the gorgeous woman sat so close, seemingly not resisting his errant hand as it took in the full glory of her touch. Even though Nathalie was wearing blue jeans, the material was so tight that he could feel the curves of her thighs through the denim. He leaned even further forward, his eyes maintaining contact with Nathalie's own, while the action of his movement "accidentally" caused his wayward hand to stray even further up his partner's sister's luscious legs.

He stopped short of depositing his fingers inside the woman's crotch - quite gentlemanly he thought to himself on relflection - but he started talking rapidly to stop any protest from erupting from Nathalie's lips.

"Look, Nathalie, you know Paul. He's not used to the attention, and when he started into the game, he got carried away by it all. He's owes about $11,000. Still, don't worry okay?" Andrew paused to treat Nathalie to a sincere smile, and continued with a brave face, "It's not the end of the world. I've been around that crowd for a while now. I've worked out a system that will win us back the money in no time, and a little extra into the bargain... Problem was, until now I didn't have a partner to help out in the system."

Andrew sighed deeply, and then finally sunk back in his chair. Regretably this required pulling his hand away from Nathalie's legs, but he at least satisfied himself by running his fingers along the inside of her inner thigh as he pulled away. Obvious enough to raise suspicions, he realised - but with great reward comes get risk after all - and at least not so obvious that a woman concerned for her brother might consider making a scene about it. There was just enough of a suggestion in his movements of merely being clumsy, for him to protest his innocence should Nathalie choose to be offended.

He studied this sumptuous specimen of womanhood for a few more moments, hoping that Nathalie would just assume he was wondering how next to proceed.

Of course, he thought, part of that story was true at least. He did have a system, and poor fade-into-the-background Paul with his obvious tells was the perfect foil for him to work his own magic. He even had intentions of sharing some modest percentage of the winnings with Paul. All thoughts of that disappeared from his mind though, as Andrew's downcast, concerned eyes conveniently gave him the opportunity to "thoughtfully" stare at Nathalie's chest. There were many skills Andrew had perfected, and "seeming to be staring into the middle-distance, distracted by his own internal thoughts, while simulatenously and coincidentally staring at a woman's assets" was a finely honed talent.

Something told Andrew that there was a far more appealing prize on offer than fleecing some idiot card players.

"The problem's always been though, that we need to set the scene. A small loss, to throw the usual players off-guard. Use our system, lose a little, get them overconfident, and then clean up big when they're least expecting it."

Andrew sighed again. "... and tonight was going to be the night be did a little practice and setup."

Andrew grunted in disappointment, and smiled ruefully at Nathalie.

"Look, sorry to take up your time and worry you like this. I guess I should be off..." Andrew paused and looked at Nathalie again, seeming to study her for a moment as if a thought had occurred to him.

"Hey, look, don't mention any of this to Paul... still... if you're interested..." Andrew let that sentence linger for a while longer, until he estimated that Nathalie was hooked on the line, "... then maybe we could catch up and plan something ourselves? Paul wouldn't be at so much risk, and I get the feeling you know your way around a card game or two."

 

[ForeverIllinois]

Ugh, did his hand really have to move like that? I get it that he was nervous, hell I was too, but I was never comfortable with people invading my personal bubble. Okay, Nathalie, okay. Calm down, remember he's going to tell you more about the situation. Think about your poor brother who needs your help. If you're not going to help him, who will?

"Look, Nathalie, you know Paul. He's not used to the attention, and when he started into the game, he got carried away by it all. He's owes about $11,000. Still, don't worry okay? It's not the end of the world. I've been around that crowd for a while now. I've worked out a system that will win us back the money in no time, and a little extra into the bargain... Problem was, until now I didn't have a partner to help out in the system."

"Well if it's only $11 000, I can help pay it back right?" I asked, trying to console us both "I might not have that amount on me right now, but I could definitely get that much by next week. Would that help?"

I gasped slightly, maybe even inaudibly, when I felt his finger trail down my thigh before he pulled back. I shook it off once more - he couldn't be doing that on purpose. We're talking about my brother's well-being and no asshole would try to pull a move at a time like this. Right?

Well anyway, Andrew had a plan apparently already in motion. We needed to set up a few people; 'hustle' them out of their money. This sounded an awful like the kind of heist I'd expect from a bad thriller movie but apparently, it was the only choice we had of helping Paul without destroying him from the inside.

"Hey, look, don't mention any of this to Paul... still... if you're interested...then maybe we could catch up and plan something ourselves? Paul wouldn't be at so much risk, and I get the feeling you know your way around a card game or two.

I stayed where I was for a bit, thinking about this whole situation. I wanted to think more, I wanted more time to come up with a plan to help my brother but if it was supposed to be tonight, Paul might just dig himself into a bigger hole. I nearly bit my lip when I answered before getting up and picking our nearly full cups of tea:

"I'm in. Do you want coffee?"

 

[staceyshackleton]

Andrew let the relief spread over this face as Nathalie consented to take part in their plan.

"Nathalie, you don't know how glad I am to hear you say that." Andrew stood up, and for a moment cupped his hands around his face, appearing to consider the necessary logistics.

"Our first step was to try and rustle up some seed money, something to get us into the game. Enough so we could survive a losing streak at the start and get them to lower their guard slightly. Then, we'd go all in and take them to the cleaners."

Andrew hesitated for a moment, as if wondering whether it was the right thing to ask. After a moment's pause, he pushed on though.

"... If you've got a spare $500 though, we could use that to start with."

Andrew gently took a cup from Nathalie's hands, and sipped some of the tea that she'd offered earlier. With exemplary acting skills, he even managed to force a blush into his cheeks as he prepared for his next suggestion. It had been a long, long time since any innuendo or suggestion had ever caused Andrew to blush, and the warm glow on his cheeks felt positively alien. Still, it would hopefully play well to his concerned audience.

"Look. The original plan was that Paul would pretend to be the patsy... meek, unsure, fading into the background. He'd keep just enough to stay in the game, but end up pretty much folding at every opportunity."

Andrew took another sip, and cast an eye around the room again. The photos on the wall typically had a summer feel to them, and it couldn't help but appreciate that when summer rolled around, Nathalie's wardrobe noticeably shrank in coverage. There were photos of her leaning over where Paul must have been grateful that he was only in the picture from the chest up. It just wasn't seemly to be sporting an erection in a family photo next to your hot older sister.

"He'd watch the others though - check them for their tells, disguise his signals to me in his own nervous twitches - until we were certain that a few of them had picked up strong winning hands. At that point, he'd go all in - and I mean ALL IN - and make a massive bet out of what seemed like pure desperation. I have... ways of ensuring certain cards got to him... cards that would beat anything they could have. We'd run up a massive bet, keep on raising and raising, suckering them in for thousands after thousands. And then... well... we hit the jackpot."

Andrew stopped, and stood back as he let this wash over Nathalie.

"... however," he started, putting the fake blush to full effect now, "... whereas Paul would fade into the background, you sort of stand out from the crowd." Andrew let his eyes glance at a photo of Nathalie in a particularly tight and low cut top, that hung on the wall in a way guaranteed to grab any man's attention.

"... perhaps we need to make best use of that?" Andrew hinted.

So, he thought to himself, let's just see how much this woman's willing to help her brother, and exactly what delights she has in her her wardrobe.

 

[ForeverIllinois]

So, Andrew told me more about this big plan and it was more or less what I expected it to be. Still, I was a little skeptical - he wasn't thinking of taking my money and running with it or anything, right? I gave him the benefit of the doubt and nodded all along the conversation. Hey, anything to keep my little brother out of trouble, right?

The thing is, not to toot my own horn or anything, but I was sure that people would recognize me. Andrew knew this and was the one to bring it up:

"... however, whereas Paul would fade into the background, you sort of stand out from the crowd... perhaps we need to make best use of that?"

I glanced to the photos I had of myself laying around and didn't respond for about two minutes. Sure, I could dress a tad more provocatively, but it wasn't as if I had cocktail dresses, or anything fancy around in my apartment. I had more a 'girl next door' kind of vibe to my pictures and honestly, I wore pants and shorts more than anything else.

"Hey, I got an idea. Wait here." I said, before getting up and heading over to my bedroom. I opened my wardrobe and saw exactly what I was expecting - shirts, shorts, jeans, bras and underwear. I decided on a pair of tight black shorts, mixed with a simple white long sleeve tank top. Sure, it seemed simple, but I could wear heels with this getup and have that look that so many of my followers loved.

"So, what do you think?" I asked, walking near Andrew and eyed his gaze.

 

[staceyshackleton]

The admiration that radiated out of Andrew was genuine as Nathalie presented herself for inspection. It was undeniably true that Nathalie was a woman who filled out a tank top to it's maximum possible effect. If a man was somehow immune to the effects of Nathalie's chest straining against the white tank top, then the tight black shorts allied with her long, shapely legs would be the right upper-cut that would leaving him reeling punch-drunk instead.

Andrew's eyes started at her ankles, and wandered up her legs in a dream-like state. Her upper-thighs seemed to go on forever, a seemingly endless landscape of exposed skin that seem to promise salvation from any perceived ills.

The lowest edge of the black shorts rested only two inches below the woman's crotch, and Andrew had to forcibly drag his eyes away from how the material bunched ever so slightly in between her legs.

There was a flash of skin around the waist before the white tank top started on it's unfortunate crusade to cover Nathalie's upper body.

Andrew, conscious as he was of the need to play this cool, still couldn't help utter "My God!" before coming back to his senses.

Mesmerised admiration was slowly replaced by a look of slight doubt, and then critical reflection.

Andrew carefully placed the cup back on the table, shifting slightly to the side so that the massive erection in his pants wasn't quite so obvious. Then, he straightened up, pushed down imaginary creases in his trousers, and then placed a thoughtful hand on his chin.

"That's... that's..." Andrew waved his spare hand in front of Nathalie in a gesture universally understood to convey appreciation, "well, that's just wonderful!"

Andrew's thoughtful look seemed at odds though with the effusive praise.

He walked slowly around Nathalie, taking her in from all sides, occasionally reaching into his pocket for his phone, and now openly taking photos from various angles. He'd stop occasionally, and consider these photos with a serious expression.

Finally, having completed a full circuit of Nathalie (twice), he sighed deeply.

"You know, you have a real "girl next door" quality, Nathalie!" Andrew said, with a small smile to indicate he meant it as a compliment.

Pausing for a moment though, he eventually continued with a note of regret in his voice.

"Unfortunately, my... associates... are known to appreciate a woman of less classy appeal."

Andrew cocked his head to one side, considering something about Nathalie's attire, and then let a flash of inspiration show in a sudden, large smile.

"Don't worry though, Nathalie, you put yourselves in my hands, and we'll get Paul out of this."

Andrew stepped forward swiftly, before Nathalie could think to ask what he meant by that. Without bothering to ask for permission, he pushed the material up on her tank top so that her stomach was now fully exposed. As he did so, his hands brushed against the lower edge of her breasts, and Andrew made no attempt to move them immediately, as instead he appeared to consider the merits of his modification.

Finally appearing to be satisfied, Andrew now set his sights on Nathalie's sleeves. Looking momentarily into her eyes, he cut off any objection by placing a finger on her lips. As if by magic, he produced a pair of scissors from his pockets. The flourish with which he showed them to the startled Nathalie perfectly matched his big goofy grin.

"Don't worry, I acquired them from your kitchen while you were upstairs. The thousands we're going to win tonight will more than cover any damages!" he said, with a wink.

At that, he expertly cut a small slit in the top of the left sleeve, and made that small slit into a large cut with a few tugs and strategically placed snips. Within seconds, Nathalie's long sleeved tank top now only had one sleeve. Placing his left hand on her left breast - for support of course - he pulled the sleeve down her arm, and over her hand, to leave her arm completely bare.

With another wink, he repeated the operation on her right sleeve, although this sleeve seemed to put up more resistance. Andrew had to get a firm grasp of Nathalie's right breast to separate the main part of the tank top from the extraneous sleeve.

Stepping back with the offending sleeve material, he then cast a critical eye over Nathalie.

"Of course," Andrew said, "I'll get you to cut off the material from around your waist later."

Andrew nodded to himself, as if talking himself into believing that this was enough, until a flash of uncertainty caused him to step back into the very personal space of the dark-haired beauty.

"Now, this might be a little uncomfortable for a second..." Andrew warned, proceeding to pull up Nathalie's already-short shorts even further up her legs before the warning could possibly register in her mind.

Andrew's yanking at Nathalie's shorts brought the bottom edge of the material practically level with her crotch, and Andrew took great care to straighten the edge again. This did of course mean that Andrew's hands had to trace a line that only occassionally avoided contact with Nathalie's lady parts.

Even Andrew, with the practiced control of a well-trained pervert, couldn't completely hide the look of animalistic satisfaction that he derived from controlling his new partner's clothing. He tempered his enthusiasm for this moment with the even more pleasant realisation that this was very much only the beginning.

Nodding in approval, Andrew held Nathalie's shocked gaze for the first time since he'd started improving on Nathalie's far-too-modest selection.

Handing her the scissors, he gave a small head gesture that indicated where the tank top was bunched up beneath her breasts.

"Cut off that unnecessary material." Andrew instructed, with calm authority, "while I go find you some decent footwear..."