Today was her birthday. She would be eighteen. As far as he was concerned this was THE DAY. Probably the only shot he'd ever had. If he'd judged her correctly, she would be around to see him almost as soon as she'd had breakfast, greedy for her present.
He'd promised her fifty for her birthday, and she'd want it fast. She sure did like to spend money, and she didn't seem too particular about how she got it.
As expected, he'd barely finished breakfast when Erica came bouncing along to knock at his door.
"Hi, Peter," she carolled, "It's my birthday. I'm eighteen, able to get a license, able to buy a drink and able to vote. I'm officially an adult."
"Happy birthday, Erica," he told her. "Your card is right there on the table, waiting for you."
Erica seized upon the card with delight, ripping it out of the envelope and extracting the money, barely even glancing at the message.
"Thank you, Peter," she beamed, hurriedly putting the note in her purse.
Peter was prepared to bet that she'd spend it before the day was out. Now was the time to move on her, before she bolted down the street, waving her money and heading for the shop.
Nodding to the note as Erica tucked it away Peter asked her, "Want to play multiply with that?"
Erica glanced at him, a small frown on her face, together with a touch of greed. "How will that work?" she asked.
"I'll ask you to do something," Peter said smiling. "If you agree, you get another note. If you don't, end of game."
Erica nodded eagerly. How could she loose. She already had fifty, and here was the chance to earn some more.
"OK, for your first task I wasn't you to take off your top," Peter said.
He laughed at her startled look, and continued. "I've often seen you in a very brief bikini, and I've always wanted to get a real view of your lovely breasts. You're eighteen now, so I can safely ask."
Erica pondered. "I can get fifty dollars for taking off my top and showing my boobs? He's seen me near naked before when I've been swimming, so why not?" She suddenly smirked, trying not to let it show. "I'll bet his next request is to flash my pussy. God, he'll get a shock if I actually do."
Erica nodded, and reached for her t-shirt. She swiftly pulled it over her head, showing a lovely pair of breasts held proudly before her by a skimpy bra. Turning her back to Peter, Erica politely asked him to unhook her bra.
"It'll be so much easier for you," she said, laughing quietly to herself.
Bra gone, Erica turned to face Peter, shoulders back and throwing her breasts forward, smiling happily. Another fifty.
"Very nice," Peter told her. "They're every bit as beautiful as I imagined." He reached into his pocked for the waiting fifty and passed it to her, hand accidently moving on to caress her breast lightly while she put the money away. Erica felt the gentle touch, and also felt little feathers of excitement run through her, starting where Peter's fingers brushed her.
"Do you want to continue?" he asked, "or is that far enough?"
Erica giggled. "We can continue," she said. "I can always say no, after all."
"In that case, for task two, finish undressing," Peter put forth, waiting to see if his assessment of Erica was correct.
Erica giggled even louder. "I made a bet with myself that that would be your next task," she said.
"Really," said Peter dryly. "And did you come to a decision of what you'd do when I asked you?"
Erica nodded happily. "I did," she said, moving her hands to her waist. Her thumbs disappeared into the waist band of her yoga pants and she started drawing them down. Turning, she looked over her shoulder at him, wiggling her bottom from side to side while she slowly pushed the pants down, collecting her panties on the way.
It took her nearly half a minute for that little chore, flirting and giggling all the time, but at last she was standing there nude.
