SomberBard
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Stefan didn't look nervous as he sat in the dimly lit office. But then, for the last nine years, the thirty year old engineer had made a living by appearing serene, even bored, in the most chaotic of situations.
It had all started almost nineteen years ago.
Stefan had been the only child of a middle-aged wealthy widower. He and his father had lived a good life together, at least in Stefan's opinion, until his father met and married his second wife, a woman more than half his father's age. It was a whirlwind romance, and (approximately) nine months after the vows were exchanged, Stefan's little sister was born.
Stefan had a decent relationship with his stepmother, but he and his new sibling got along almost from the moment she was brought home from the hospital. Stefan had always been the rough and tumble sort, especially when it came to playing sports, but he always treated his little sister like a china doll. He never had a problem watching her when his parents were out, and listened to her patiently prattle on about anything and everything for hours on end.
At seventeen, Stefan went to a prestigious college in the East, but made sure he came home for every vacation. On occasion, he would bring this girl or that along with him, but it was always understood that his younger sister garnered all his attention when he was home.
At twenty, Stefan was hired by an up-and-coming engineering firm, and almost immediately was traveling overseas. Stefan became a rising star in the company, due to his skills both as a polyglot as well as being able to ride any job to a successful completion. By the age of thirty, Stefan was firmly established stateside as the firm's youngest senior partner, the one being in charge of overseas contracts. During his meteoric rise, Stefan still made it home, showering his younger sister with exotic gifts from around the globe.
The problem (and the cause of his present situation) started when his sister turned sixteen. That was the year his and her father died. His father had left the bulk of his wealth to his daughter, set up in a trust fund she couldn't touch (except for educational purposes) until she was 22. Even then, she could only draw against the interest, and would only be able touch the principal when she turned 30.
That hadn't been a problem for Stefan. He had even told his father to leave Stefan's share to his sister, since Stefan was doing quite well for himself. His stepmother, however, did not share Stefan's attitude.
Within a couple of months of the death of Stefan's father, his stepmother remarried to her trainer. And then the trouble began. The newlywed couple had hoped to gain access to his younger sister's trust fund, but the will had been ironclad, and the lawyer with fiduciary responsibility for the trust fund unmoving. Resentment began building toward his little sister from all parties concerned, even from her mother. It got to the point that Stefan had promised his little sister that, upon her graduation from high school, she could move in with him. His little sister's new stepfather thought to deny this arrangement, but he found both Stefan and Stefan's lawyer too rough and tumble for his tastes.
What led to Stefan sitting in the dimly lit office was his younger sister going to her parents for funds to participate in the senior class trip. It was shortly after her eighteenth birthday, and his younger sister was expecting to be denied again. Her mother and stepfather gave her permission to go, but not the funds. It was grating to his younger sister because her younger stepsiblings (children from her stepfather's earlier marriages) were given everything they asked for.
Normally his younger sister would just come to Stefan for the money, who wouldn't have any problem giving it to her. But something in her parents' dismissive attitude toward her aggravated her to no end. So his younger sister decided to get the money on her own. There was just one problem: she needed two thousand dollars, and there was simply no way for her to get that much money as quickly as she needed it.
Well, she discovered one way. One the edge of her town, there was a very upscale topless club called the Executive Lounge. Dancing at such a place was not something Stefan's younger sister had ever contemplated before. She was a very straight laced young woman with very limited (if any) experience with the opposite sex. But she wanted to go on the senior class trip, if only to show her parents up. And, for some unfathomable reason, she had decided that this one time, she simply could not go to her brother for help.
So Stefan's younger sister went to the Executive Lounge to apply for a position as a dancer.
The manager instantly hired her. It didn't matter that she had no dancing experience. His other girls would teach her a few moves and instruct her where she needed to trim and shave, but her lack of experience, along with her beauty, would be her "selling points." Truth be told, any clumsiness on her part as she undressed in front of a crowd of shouting men would only be a greater turn-on for the men present.
Unfortunately for Stefan's younger sister, Stefan was one of the Executive Club's best customers.
Stefan was himself not a patron of the club, but at least twice a month, he would bring clients to the club. And spend big. Stefan was a favorite of the girls there, partly because of his good looks (he was a well built dark haired green eyed six foot tall bronzed skin globetrotter), partly because he was not grabby, and partly because he spread money around very widely to keep his clients happy.
Stefan had come in early one afternoon, to get things set up for the clients he was bringing there later that night, when the manager took him aside to tell him about one of his new dancers. Some pretty young thing who was an actual innocent. And since Stefan was one of the owner's favorite customers, he was giving Stefan the chance to be the eighteen year old girl's first private dance.
Stefan was debating whether to turn down the offer or perhaps set up the dance for a client when the girl started dancing next week, when the owner showed Stefan a picture of the girl.
Stefan didn't show it, but he was absolutely floored. The picture the owner showed Stefan was one of his younger sister's school pictures.
Stefan's first reaction was to turn down the offer, then call his younger sister and ask her what the hell she thought she was doing.
Instead, he found himself agreeing to return in a week's time for his younger sister's premiere.
As he left the club, Stefan couldn't understand why he hadn't said no. Why he wasn't making a call to stop the whole thing in the first place.
But he didn't do anything of these things. He just went about business as usual, waiting for the week's wait to be up.
He did do two things. The first thing he did was call his stepmother to have a casual chat, where he discovered that his younger sister needed two thousand dollars to go on a senior class trip. His stepmother thought he knew about it already, and was criticizing him for planning to give his younger sister the money.
And then he called the club manager to set up a separate deal. The manager was to call up his younger sister and tell her that instead of dancing for the club, she only had to dance for one customer. A customer who would pay her two thousand dollars to dance for him alone, in the manager's office. Since Stefan was a steady source of income for the club's manager, the manager had no problem setting up the arrangement.
The arrangement was simple. Stefan's younger sister was to go the outer office and lock the door. There she would take off everything...shirt, socks, shoes, necklaces, everything...except her panties. And the panties were to be "white schoolgirl panties." She would then step into the inner office and close the door behind her, and dance for the mystery patron who would give her the two thousand dollars for doing so.
And so it was the night that he would see his sister dance for him. Stefan was sitting in the dimly lit office, waiting for his sister to arrive. Part of him knew that he risked destroying the relationship that existed with his younger sister, but the controlling part was waiting for his sister to come walking in to the office wearing nothing but her panties. And he was wondering what her reaction would be when (or if) he turned on the lights bright enough for her to discover just who was waiting there for her.
It had all started almost nineteen years ago.
Stefan had been the only child of a middle-aged wealthy widower. He and his father had lived a good life together, at least in Stefan's opinion, until his father met and married his second wife, a woman more than half his father's age. It was a whirlwind romance, and (approximately) nine months after the vows were exchanged, Stefan's little sister was born.
Stefan had a decent relationship with his stepmother, but he and his new sibling got along almost from the moment she was brought home from the hospital. Stefan had always been the rough and tumble sort, especially when it came to playing sports, but he always treated his little sister like a china doll. He never had a problem watching her when his parents were out, and listened to her patiently prattle on about anything and everything for hours on end.
At seventeen, Stefan went to a prestigious college in the East, but made sure he came home for every vacation. On occasion, he would bring this girl or that along with him, but it was always understood that his younger sister garnered all his attention when he was home.
At twenty, Stefan was hired by an up-and-coming engineering firm, and almost immediately was traveling overseas. Stefan became a rising star in the company, due to his skills both as a polyglot as well as being able to ride any job to a successful completion. By the age of thirty, Stefan was firmly established stateside as the firm's youngest senior partner, the one being in charge of overseas contracts. During his meteoric rise, Stefan still made it home, showering his younger sister with exotic gifts from around the globe.
The problem (and the cause of his present situation) started when his sister turned sixteen. That was the year his and her father died. His father had left the bulk of his wealth to his daughter, set up in a trust fund she couldn't touch (except for educational purposes) until she was 22. Even then, she could only draw against the interest, and would only be able touch the principal when she turned 30.
That hadn't been a problem for Stefan. He had even told his father to leave Stefan's share to his sister, since Stefan was doing quite well for himself. His stepmother, however, did not share Stefan's attitude.
Within a couple of months of the death of Stefan's father, his stepmother remarried to her trainer. And then the trouble began. The newlywed couple had hoped to gain access to his younger sister's trust fund, but the will had been ironclad, and the lawyer with fiduciary responsibility for the trust fund unmoving. Resentment began building toward his little sister from all parties concerned, even from her mother. It got to the point that Stefan had promised his little sister that, upon her graduation from high school, she could move in with him. His little sister's new stepfather thought to deny this arrangement, but he found both Stefan and Stefan's lawyer too rough and tumble for his tastes.
What led to Stefan sitting in the dimly lit office was his younger sister going to her parents for funds to participate in the senior class trip. It was shortly after her eighteenth birthday, and his younger sister was expecting to be denied again. Her mother and stepfather gave her permission to go, but not the funds. It was grating to his younger sister because her younger stepsiblings (children from her stepfather's earlier marriages) were given everything they asked for.
Normally his younger sister would just come to Stefan for the money, who wouldn't have any problem giving it to her. But something in her parents' dismissive attitude toward her aggravated her to no end. So his younger sister decided to get the money on her own. There was just one problem: she needed two thousand dollars, and there was simply no way for her to get that much money as quickly as she needed it.
Well, she discovered one way. One the edge of her town, there was a very upscale topless club called the Executive Lounge. Dancing at such a place was not something Stefan's younger sister had ever contemplated before. She was a very straight laced young woman with very limited (if any) experience with the opposite sex. But she wanted to go on the senior class trip, if only to show her parents up. And, for some unfathomable reason, she had decided that this one time, she simply could not go to her brother for help.
So Stefan's younger sister went to the Executive Lounge to apply for a position as a dancer.
The manager instantly hired her. It didn't matter that she had no dancing experience. His other girls would teach her a few moves and instruct her where she needed to trim and shave, but her lack of experience, along with her beauty, would be her "selling points." Truth be told, any clumsiness on her part as she undressed in front of a crowd of shouting men would only be a greater turn-on for the men present.
Unfortunately for Stefan's younger sister, Stefan was one of the Executive Club's best customers.
Stefan was himself not a patron of the club, but at least twice a month, he would bring clients to the club. And spend big. Stefan was a favorite of the girls there, partly because of his good looks (he was a well built dark haired green eyed six foot tall bronzed skin globetrotter), partly because he was not grabby, and partly because he spread money around very widely to keep his clients happy.
Stefan had come in early one afternoon, to get things set up for the clients he was bringing there later that night, when the manager took him aside to tell him about one of his new dancers. Some pretty young thing who was an actual innocent. And since Stefan was one of the owner's favorite customers, he was giving Stefan the chance to be the eighteen year old girl's first private dance.
Stefan was debating whether to turn down the offer or perhaps set up the dance for a client when the girl started dancing next week, when the owner showed Stefan a picture of the girl.
Stefan didn't show it, but he was absolutely floored. The picture the owner showed Stefan was one of his younger sister's school pictures.
Stefan's first reaction was to turn down the offer, then call his younger sister and ask her what the hell she thought she was doing.
Instead, he found himself agreeing to return in a week's time for his younger sister's premiere.
As he left the club, Stefan couldn't understand why he hadn't said no. Why he wasn't making a call to stop the whole thing in the first place.
But he didn't do anything of these things. He just went about business as usual, waiting for the week's wait to be up.
He did do two things. The first thing he did was call his stepmother to have a casual chat, where he discovered that his younger sister needed two thousand dollars to go on a senior class trip. His stepmother thought he knew about it already, and was criticizing him for planning to give his younger sister the money.
And then he called the club manager to set up a separate deal. The manager was to call up his younger sister and tell her that instead of dancing for the club, she only had to dance for one customer. A customer who would pay her two thousand dollars to dance for him alone, in the manager's office. Since Stefan was a steady source of income for the club's manager, the manager had no problem setting up the arrangement.
The arrangement was simple. Stefan's younger sister was to go the outer office and lock the door. There she would take off everything...shirt, socks, shoes, necklaces, everything...except her panties. And the panties were to be "white schoolgirl panties." She would then step into the inner office and close the door behind her, and dance for the mystery patron who would give her the two thousand dollars for doing so.
And so it was the night that he would see his sister dance for him. Stefan was sitting in the dimly lit office, waiting for his sister to arrive. Part of him knew that he risked destroying the relationship that existed with his younger sister, but the controlling part was waiting for his sister to come walking in to the office wearing nothing but her panties. And he was wondering what her reaction would be when (or if) he turned on the lights bright enough for her to discover just who was waiting there for her.
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