Chapter 2

“That makes sense,” I took another mouthful, “so what was your most lucrative investment?”

“How long have you got?” Renate raised an eyebrow, “but if I was to pick one at random I would say sex cameras. One of my clients wanted to invest in the adult entertainment industry, he was leaning towards brothels in Amsterdam or Berlin but I advised him to focus on sex cameras. The regulations might change if a more conservative government gets into power but sex cameras can be set up anywhere and the market is worldwide. Men will pay money to watch a woman take off her clothes.”

“I had an offer like that once,” I straightened up.

“Yeah, some punter I met in a bar in London made me an offer to become an online stripper but I turned him down.”

“It is not your thing?”

“It sounded good until he suggested I audition for him in private,” I smirked, “I was only eighteen at the time but even I knew it was a bloody con.”

“So, what would it take to get you naked?”

“Money,” I eventually replied.

“How much money?” Renate glanced at the piles of cash.

“I don’t know, I never thought about it to be honest.”

“Would you like to find out?” Renate rested a hand on a pile.

“How much would it take to get you naked? Here is how it works,” she slid a hundred off, “I give you a hundred and you let me take off your jacket or tie, the choice is up to me. For every item I remove you get one hundred pounds.”

“And then what? We have sex?”

“We could but once again it would take money,” she propped on her chin, “but how much money would it take?”

“And all this is above board?”

“More or less,” she replied, “we might be breaking a couple of rules but we’re both consenting adults and as long as you tell no one then we are in the clear.”

“And there are no hidden cameras,” I looked around.

“Have a look for yourself,” she looked around, “to be honest I do not know. This belongs to a client so perhaps he might have cameras somewhere.”

It was a possibility that I did explore as I shifted off the stool and proceeded to inspect the room, but to be honest I could have been looking right at a camera and not seen it. I eventually returned to the bar and sat down again.

“Why?” I asked her, “everyone has a motivation for their actions, what are your motivations?”

“Apart from the fact I find you attractive?”

“I’m not that attractive,” I shot back, “my arse is too big.”

“It is a nice arse but apart from simple desire, you might say I am curious.”

I looked at her and made up my mind a few moments later.

“Let’s find out,” I reached into my pocket and taking out my gloves, proceeded to put them on, “this goes against my principals but an experiment is an attempt to discover a truth.”

“Take the money,” she nodded at the hundred pounds.

I slid it across the bar and Renate straightened up. A moment later she slid off the stool and moved towards me. First she touched my tie, tugging at it and then moved down to my jacket but then she moved around behind me and undid the clasp holding my hair up. I felt my hair falling free and she pulled out the clips as well. I’ve got long blonde hair that goes down to my shoulderblades although I’ve always thought it was too thin. I ran my hand through my hair as she moved back around to face me.

“Better,” she mused, “you have nice hair, you should wear it long.”

“I get too hot around the collar.”

“That is something you can change tonight,” Renate nodded at the money.

I took another hundred and she gently lifted my hand and removed a glove and placed it on the bar, I held out my other hand but Renate merely nodded at the money and so I took another hundred in exchange for the other glove.

“An easy way to earn three hundred quid,” I murmured.

“And it is tax free,” she took a sip from her glass.

“Quite,” I swallowed a mouthful of lager, “I could almost quit now and I’m ahead.”

“Now that is something the casinos work hard to prevent,” Renate commented drily, “I am the worst kind of punter.”

“What do you mean by that?” I peeled off another hundred.

“Because I have two pockets,” she slid a hand inside my jacket pocket, “my gambling money goes in this pocket and my winnings go in the other pocket,” she pulled her hand out and undid the first button.

“When I run out of gambling money I go home,” she undid the second button, “even if the second pocket is bulging I still go home,” she undid the third button and parted the jacket.

“Usually,” she slid the jacket over my shoulders, “I have less than a hundred, it is my limit,” she pulled on a sleeve and smiled.

“But I always choose the game wisely, gambling is profitable if you understand mathematics and the law of averages.”

“And they don’t ban you?” I asked as she pulled on the other sleeve and removed the jacket.

“They are very convincing,” she draped it over the bar, “but I have my principles.”

I was about to agree when I looked down at my waistcoat and decided that I was fast losing what few principles I had. Thanks to this little experiment I was now four hundred pounds richer, I wasn’t counting the other hundred for returning the lighter. I looked at the pile of money and thought of my little car sitting at home in Bedfordshire. It needed its MOT and that amount of money would do it.

A moment later I took another mouthful of lager and another hundred. Renate did nothing for a few seconds and then bending forward, took off one of my shoes, it hit the polished wooden floor with a thud and she looked up as I took another hundred. I was now six hundred pounds richer and I wiggled my toes as I took two hundred pounds. Because she was already down there, Renate took off my socks and deposited them on the floor beside the shoes.

“Eight hundred pounds in less than three minutes, even I cannot earn that much.”

I straightened up and fluffed out my hair.

“All in a nights work,” I smiled.

Renate lit a cigarette and propped on the bar while I took another couple of mouthfuls. This was an interesting turn of events and maybe it was the alcohol or this strange situation but something had changed in the last few minutes. This woman had partially disrobed me without the usual rush I found with men, she took some time doing it, almost as if she was savouring it.

Or was she filming it? I stared at a picture on the wall, did she have a camera trained on me? Would I find out this had been posted on You Tube? I looked at the money and slowly took another bill off the pile and added it to mine.

Renate reached over and tugged at the top button of my waistcoat, it had five buttons and she pulled at the button, I thought it was going to come undone but then she released it and brushed her hand down to my waist and pulled at the belt. I swallowed then as she pulled the belt free of the keeper and worked it out of the buckle. A moment later she pulled on the top button of my trousers but then she managed a wry grin and pulled the belt through the loops and dropped it on the floor beside my shoes and socks.

“You almost lost your trousers.”

I laughed at that and took another hundred, which meant I now had a thousand pounds. Renate reached out and tugged at the top button of my trousers again, but then walked her fingers up my front to the waistcoat.

“You are not one for negotiating?” Renate reached the top button, “if I was you I would put a price on the buttons, there are five buttons and you have already taken a hundred.”

“It is not my money,” she looked at me, “I played the odds and won big but I did not sweat over this money, it as you English say, easy come easy go.”

“It’s still too much,” I peeled off four more notes.

Renate smiled as she unbuttoned my waistcoat and parted it to reveal more of my tie and the white blouse, she pushed it over my shoulders and I arched forward to let her slide it down my back. It came free a few moments later and she laid it over my jacket.

“Care to make it fifteen hundred?”

I hesitated and then took another hundred.

I winced and pulled back against the tie and she whipped it free a moment later. I stared at her and then the tie as she laid it over the rest of my clothes. I was now down to my blouse and trousers, but I was fifteen hundred pounds richer. I closed my eyes as I tried to think of a get out of jail line, but it seemed as if my mind had gone blank. She sensed my unwillingness and shifted back onto her stool and took another puff from the cigarette.

“You are the one in control, you decide how far to go.”

I mentally counted the amount of money it would take to get me naked. I had a bra and panties on under my clothes, which would bring me to just under a thousand. Okay, a thousand if you counted that other hundred.

A moment later I opened my eyes.

“Let’s do this,” I slid another bill off the pile, “one hundred pounds for one item of clothing.”

Renate eased off the stool and slid her fingers up the front of my blouse to the very top, I felt a slight shiver of anticipation as she reached the top but then she moved back down to my trousers and hooked a finger behind my waistband. Her eyes were locked onto me and I felt frozen to the spot as she pulled outwards and then she smiled crookedly and released the waistband and moved her hands up to my throat.

I felt her fingers behind my collar as she undid the first button, the collar parted and she undid the next two buttons, the blouse was now open to just above my cleavage and she grabbed the edges of the garment and eased her hands up to the collar and then back down again to the fourth button. Renate hesitated for a second or so as she fingered the button and then she slipped it through the buttonhole and let her hands drop like a stone to the fifth button. I winced as it came free and she parted the garment to expose my black bra. Her eyes shifted to take in the lacy bra and I swallowed as she undid the next button and began pulling the silk material out of the waistband.

The blouse slipped out of my waistband and she undid the last button and then the cuff buttons. She had a dedicated look on her eyes as she moved her hands up my front, spreading the blouse wide to expose my bra and the faint tinge on my front, an unmistakeable sign of arousal. The garment was flicked over my shoulders and slid down my back. Renate pulled it over my arms and laid it on top of the rest of my clothes.

I looked down at my breasts, barely constrained by the bra and exhaled slowly as her eyes moved up and down. She seemed to approve of me I thought because she glanced at the money again and I felt as if I was in a trance as I took another hundred. Renate reached out and pulled my bra straps over my shoulders and let them dangle. For a moment I thought I was going to lose the bra but then she headed further down to my trousers and this time she undid the button and unzipped me. I definitely felt aroused by that simple gesture.

The fly parted to reveal my white panties. Renate pulled the trousers down over my hips and then squatted before me as she worked them down my legs and over my feet. I stepped out of the trousers and she rose and put them aside.

“So now my secret is out,” I managed a half laugh, “I don’t wear matching knickers.”

“Who does?” Renate looked at the money, “you can stop if you want.”

I could have stopped there and then but something had come over me in the last few minutes or perhaps it was only because I’d just acknowledged it. I felt really aroused by this slow and sensual disrobing, partly because sex was never suggested as the end result.

“What happens after that?” I wanted to know.

“It’s up to you,” Renate glanced at the pile of money, “if we have sex then the rest is yours but if not then you can find a bed in one of the bedrooms and I will wake you in the morning.”

No one has ever made me an offer like that before and I experienced a moment of panic as I thought about my options. I wasn’t expected back at the depot until tomorrow. Nobody would know what I’d done and I’d have a pile of money, but what would I lose as a result? I’m a firm believer that for every good thing that happens there must be something bad, a drawback if you like. I would have engaged in an act of prostitution with a client but apart from a vague feeling of unease, I couldn’t think of another drawback. Okay, she might be secretly taping me. I was no counter surveillance expert but why would she be taping me? I didn’t have that much money and I certainly wasn’t famous. I looked at the money and then took two bills from the pile and slid them across to my much smaller pile of cash.

“I still haven’t decided yet.”

Renate moved around behind me and I closed my eyes as she unclipped my bra and let it go, I had a hold of it as it fell and she hooked her fingers behind my panties and pulled them down over my hips. They fell to the floor and I looked down at the hairy patch between my legs as she came back around to look at me. She had a bemused look on her face as she sat on the stool and reached for her drink. I looked at the drink and then myself again.