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PART 3- VIDEO GAMES AND PAJAMAS

So, the next Saturday I once again drove to Jane's house. She answered her door wearing pajamas, with a vodka tonic (her favorite) in her hand. I could tell she was a little drunk. Her hair was slightly disheveled and her face a little rosy. When she saw me her eyes narrowed.

“What are YOU doing here?” She asked accusingly.

“I came to see you.” I answered truthfully.

“Well I don't want to see you!” She hissed. “Now get out of here.”

“Sure, if you want me to post that video, I can leave right now. I pulled my phone out, bringing up the video and preparing to upload it.

“NO! You can't!” Jane said, a drunken panic in her voice.

“Well then, may I please come in?” I asked.

“You aren't going to... to try do anything to me are you?” Jane asked, frightened disgust in her voice.

“I promise I won't lay a finger on you.” I said honestly.

“Fine then.” She said. I entered her house. Inside, the T.V. Was blaring loudly. I walked over and turned it down with the remote. Jane's face scrunched in annoyance. She was unused to people just taking charge around her. I know in a normal circumstance she would yell at me not to touch her stuff, and was probably biting her tongue now.

“That's better.” I said, sitting on the couch. Jane stood over me, arms crossed.

“Look, what are you doing here?” She asked angrily.

“Oh, I got you something.” I said, handing her the bag I had brought in.

“What is this?” She asked, pulling out a bundle of clothes.

“Some new pajamas.”

“Oh. Thanks.” She said sarcastically. I knew from experience that Jane hated being bought clothes. Her sense of style was such that she didn't think anyone else's opinions were valid. “Will you leave now?”

“Not so fast. Why don't you try them on?” I asked.

“Hurph.” Jane grunted angrily. “Fine.” She picked up the bag and headed towards the bathroom.

“There's no need for that.” I said, smiling. “You can change in here.”

“What?! Is that was this is about?” Jane turned on me angrily. “You're here for another show, is that it? Listen pervert, We had a deal!”

“That's right. And I took down that blurred face video. I still have the original though. In fact, I have it preset to post to facebook, youtube, all my contacts and the several adult websites with the click of a button.” I explained, pulling out my phone.

“HA! If you did that I'd take your ass to court!” Jane yelled. “I'll say you pressured me, you stole the video from my computer, you're a hacker and a creep! You'd probably end up in jail biting a pillow!”

I flinched at how intense she was. I could see she was a little drunk and speaking way more honestly and viciously then she normally would.

“I guess that could happen.” I said calmly. “Though, I doubt many of the charges would stick. I know computers and I'm very careful. Anyways, that would just make the video more popular. Hell, if went to court it would probably make national news! Then everyone would search your name and find a video of you servicing yourself!”

Jane's eyes were wild with rage. Then, slowly, as she could think of no retort, they dropped. She looked to the floor, surrendering, though the fire of her rage was still visible in her shaking fists and angry brow.

“Now, our situation is quite simple: if you want me to not post the video, you'll do what I say.” I laid it all out honestly. “I'm not going to force you to have sex with me, or anything like that. Unless you wanted it.”

“HA! That'd be the day you dirtbag!” She scoffed.

I shrugged and went on. “This will just be... entertainment. I'll come over now and then, we'll hang out, and you'll obey some simple commands. Does that sound good?”

“No.” Jane said, stomping her foot angrily.

“Then you want me to post the video...?” I asked, holding up my ready phone.

“....No.” Jane said, resigning angrily.

“Good.” I put the phone away. “Now, let's see how those pajamas look.”

Jane shot me a look of pure disgust and rage. Then, sighing, she picked up the clothes I had brought.

“Fine, whatever.” She said. I could tell she wanted to sound dismissive, like it was no big deal. I could also tell that she was being dishonest.

Jane, with pained reluctance, slipped off her loose fitting silken shirt. Once again I was surprised To see a bulky white plain bra, more utility then style. I was also surprised to see that same band of white around her stomach.

“Woah, you wear Spanx under your pajamas?” I asked in shock.

“Shut up!” Jane said, throwing her arms over her stomach to try to hide her slimming clothing. “That's none of your business!”

“That's crazy! Do you sleep in it too?”

“No, I take it off before I lay down.”

“Well, why wear it now?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“I... I just... don't like seeing myself without it.” She said.

“Jane, you look fine without it.” I said honestly. I had seen her last week, and she certainly wasn't fat. Not even chubby. It looked more... cute, I guess.

And besides, her giant chest distracted well from it!

“SHUT UP!” She yelped. “It's got nothing to do with you! This is all private!”

“Not anymore.” I said, smiling. “Now, keep undressing.

Now red faced, Jane slipped her pajama bottoms down, revealing her spanx clad lower half.

“Jane, all the way...” I said.

Jane, shooting me an embarrassed glare, rolled the Spanx down. She stumbled, trying to get the tight garment off her feet. As she did I finally got a view of her panty clad backside.

I've got to say, I was shocked.

Now, let me say, Jane has a legendary body. A big part of that is her butt. The way it bit at her dresses and skirts, bulging to perfectly compliment her chest. I had often wanted to see it without clothes. Now, without the spanx... well, it was big. Quite big. So wide it stuck out from her hips, and stood perkily off her small frame.

As if sensing my eyes, Jane looked over her shoulder. Seeing me staring she whipped around quickly, turning her butt away. She was bright red now, her blush going from her cheeks and spreading over her whole pale face. Her hair was wild and unruly. She looked disheveled and... adorable frankly.

Realizing she was standing in her underwear, Jane began getting dressed quickly. She slipped on the bottoms that I had bought her. Pink, thin material short shorts. In fact they barely covered more then her panties. Next she pulled on the pink camosile. It hung loosely over her missle breasts, stopping several inches above her belly button.

I knew this outfit would make her bother Jane in several ways. One, it showed more skin then she ever did. Two, it was tacky. She always looked perfect. And three, it was childish. Girly. I'd never known Jane to wear anything remotely young looking.

Jane looked much younger now then I had ever seen. She was pink faced, clad in pink small garments, pale and nervous. If it wasn't for her huge rack and other lady like features She probably could have been mistaken for a young teenager!

While I studied Jane she pulled nervously at her shirt, trying to tug it over her stomach. She rubbed her bare feet together uncomfortably, obviously unable to look me in the eye. It was such a reversal! And we weren't done yet.

“You know Jane, I have an idea that might help you not need to wear those Spanx...”

“Don't talk about that!” Jane yelped.

“It's no big deal.” I said casually. “But, if you're worried about your weight, why not use that wii fit board you have?” I gestured at the white pad stuck under the table.

“What? NO!” Jane yelped. “Not like.. this.” She gestured at her new pajamas.

“Oh come on, it's just me!” I said innocently. “And, I've already seen you in much less.” Jane blushed at this remark. The memory of me seeing her in her underwear still burned her pride. “Besides, you're acting like you have a choice!”

I had to resort to more threats, but I could tell Jane got the idea. She sighed, red faced. I think she was trying to look defiant, but she really just looked pouty. She pulled out the board and turned on the T.V. She grasped the wii remote angrily from the table and started the game. She set her small feet on the game pad. I was struck by how small her hands and feet were. Sure, women should have dainty bodies, but Jane's hands and feet were so tiny it looked shocking that she could even move around right! Another strangely immature thing about the woman.

I had bought her the wii, thinking it would be a fun thing to do as a couple. Jane had pointed out that obviously SHE didn't need such a toy. She was too mature for toys, and in perfect shape. I had meant it to be for fun but had just been shot down.

The first thing the game asked for was her basic information. Age, height and weight. Jane entered them all, though her height and weight looked fudged to me. I doubted she was five six without her heels, and couldn't believe she weighed 98 pounds after seeing what she looked like under that Spanx thing! I studied her form as she faced away. Narrow arms and shoulders leading to a thin back, with ribs and shoulder blades showing. Then, blossoming below that, her backside. It pulled at her shorts, sticking out proudly. It was startling, so large a butt off such a small frame. Below, her thighs, while still small, were quite wide and meaty, with a slight jiggle to their pale mass. Then the curve of her short muscular calves. Clothed like this, her leg's looked... well, stubby. Like upside down bowling pins, leading from her tiny feet to her large butt. Her stickily frame just stuck above that. It was a very appealing, though strangely off balance sight. I was enjoying it greatly.

She teetered on the platform. The first thing she signed up for was tight rope walking. Pretty tame, though my view made it exciting. Watching her butt flex and wiggle while she carefully balanced was a blast.

Suddenly, while I was utterly captivated with her ass, something fell to the ground. There was a wet 'flop' sound and I saw something hit the floor in front of Jane. Confused, I tried to look. But Jane was already crouched down, picking whatever it was up. I was confused. What was she holding? She was desperately fumbling with something.

“Jane? What was that?” I asked.

“NOTHING!” She screamed loudly. I flinched back in shock. She looked over her shoulder at me. Her eyes were frantic and terrified.

“What's going on?” I asked, now totally baffled.

“NOTHING!” She said, her voice cracking. “Want to watch me... uh... hoola hoop?” She said, picking the next game on the screen. She was obviously changing the subject, but, watching up close and personal as she began swaying her hips, I quickly forgot. I watched as she snowboarded, did yoga, push ups. All while staring at her white legs, her butt which bit at her shorts adorably. Her body was incredible to watch. She had the perfect amount of meat on her. I almost felt like I preferred how she looked without her tight clothes and Spanx! Her butt was a little jigglier, her thighs would wobble before snapping back taunt. She remained facing away from me but I'd get glimpses of her small belly leading up to her bony ribcage and impressively perky C cup breasts and every time it made me catch my breath. I made no effort to hide my erection. Let her see how big I actually was before she started trash talking next time!

Eventually I realized Jane was exhausted. She was half drunk, and had just spent hours exercising. Sweat poured down her brow, her collar soaked with it.

“Well, I guess I'll let you sleep.” I said, rising off the couch. Jane didn't respond, just tried to catch her breath.

“Hope you like the pajamas.” I said, throwing the flustered girl a wink before I went out the door.

Later, in bed, after I had serviced myself three times (hey, I had a lot to think about!) I thought about that moment earlier in the night where something had fallen. It hadn't been the wii remote. It had almost sounded soft. I actually had an inkling of what it might be, but banished it from my mind. After all, I had probably pushed this situation as far as it would go. If everything worked out Jane would stop spreading rumors about me and the whole situation would end.