I'm tidying up the library at the end of the day, dressed in my conservative tweed trousers, blouse and frumpy cardigan. Suddenly, you surprise me by entering the library in a threatening manner & telling me you're planning to steal our collection of valuable titles. As the chief librarian, I can't let you do such a thing, and tell you (unwisely) that I'll do ANYTHING to stop you carrying off our precious books! You take me up on this offer, and tell me I must strip for you in return for your leaving empty handed. I am mortified! I've never taken my clothes off for a man before, let alone for a perfect stranger. This is nightmarish! I awkwardly remove my cardigan as you insist I make my striptease extra sexy. But then a terrible thought strikes me! Secretly, under my clothes, I've got shamefully slutty sheer black mesh lingerie and holdup stockings! What will you think of me if you see my underwear? And will you make me take *that* off too? This is exactly what happens, to my chagrin. But worse is in store when you command me to hump the chair in a sexy fashion, too! I've never been so embarrassed in my entire life!