Banking On It is a gem of a story, restored from the original ENF-CMNF blog, written and posted by Katieondisplay. In this story, an attractive banker is offered a necklace worth more than what she makes in a year, but she has to get naked in a very crowded stadium and leave her clothes far out of her reach.
Chapter One: Indecent Proposal
“Good morning Mr. Roberts”, Amy Lynn Steele said with a broad smile as one of her most prominent customers approached her desk at the bank where she worked. “How may we help you today?”
“Good morning Ms. Steele. I was hoping to visit my safety deposit box this morning so that I can arrange some affairs therein”, he spoke eloquently, which is what the well-regarded man was known for, and Amy rather expected it.
Amy guessed the man to be in his early fifties, and was rather handsome for his age, with a full head of hair, just now beginning to gray, with sharp features and a pronounced jaw. His eyes were blue and displayed what always seemed to be compassion, but power as well, as though he could command almost anything, yet was too kind to do so. Always brief in his business dealings with the bank; true to form he preferred the simplicity of approaching Amy directly instead of one of the tellers that would inevitably have to summons her help to address his banking needs. Impeccably dressed now in a gray pin striped suit with starched white button up collar shirt underneath, black dress socks and coordinating brown dress shoes; the tall man loomed above her desk; an assumption of his height that Amy made since he was still taller than she was even in her high heels. As assistant branch manager, she had some rather important work to do, and was actively engaged in doing it, but her boss had made it absolutely clear that Mr. Roberts was to be accommodated since he was such an important clientele of the bank.
“Of course sir, let me just log off this computer”, she said, her words slowing as she typed a few keystrokes and then clicked her mouse to lock her computer as per the rules of the bank before any employee could step away from their desk. They had other rules as well, in particular a formal dress code since the bank’s clientele tended to be more upscale, and older in age, and appreciated the throw back to a more formal era. This seemed to be an annoyance to some of the new employees who came from other banks where the dress code was that of more business-casual then what their corporation allowed, but Amy rather enjoyed dressing up each day and looking well presented in the modern era where flip flops and pajamas was socially acceptable. She acted differently being well dressed, and the banks strict dress code almost dictated that she had to wear a mini-skirt, and on all but one or two days a month, Amy did.
Today was such a day with it being the quintessential little black skirt with a hemline that stopped a few inches above her knees and was form-fitting. Underneath that she wore full length pantyhose that were matching black in color, but since they were so sheer, her tanned legs offset the dark tone enough so that she did not look too somber for work at a bank. That was because her blouse was black as well, consisting of long sleeves with a turtleneck collar that gave her a rather stylish look. Wanting to accent her all black outfit, Amy had chosen a blazer to wear; candy apple red in color, it contrasted nicely and pulled together the professional look she strived for. Before she could start towards the vault where the safety deposit boxes were kept however, Amy had to toe her feet into a pair of black pumps she had kicked off, the four-inch heels being as essential to the formal dress code as her pantyhose and miniskirt, and led the man towards the vault, her high heels clicking on the tile with every step she took across the lobby.
“Are you intending on making a deposit in your safety deposit box Mr. Roberts, or a withdrawal”, she asked knowing in a few minutes she would have to fill out one form or the other, and the answer to her question would expedite his time at the bank?
“A deposit actually. I was in the Netherlands last week and found this interesting necklace that I thought my Granddaughter would enjoy”, he said as he took his brief case and set it on the customer counter inside the vault. Amy could not help but notice he had a handcuff around the handle, as well as over his wrist, which was something she had never seen him do before indicating the necklace was of great value. As he first unlocked the restraint, and then did the combination on his briefcase, it opened up to a medium sized, but flat white box. “Would you like to see it?”
“Your affairs are just that Mr. Roberts, your affairs.”
“Oh, bath water and poppy-cock”, he said with a grin. “That is the corporate banker in you talking. Every lady likes expensive jewelry, and we are friends, are we not?”
“We are”, Amy exclaimed with a smile and nod, “and if you would like to show me the piece, I would be more than happy to see it”, she said both congenially, but professionally.
Amy watched with surprise as the man lifted up the top portion of the white jewelry box and as he set it aside, the bright florescent lights of the bank vault lit the necklace up with light that reflected off facets and diamonds all along its length.
“The pure silver chain is studded with one carrot diamonds and a plethora of pearls”, he explained as he pointed to the stunning jewelry, “and on the pendant is a three-carrot ruby rimmed with one carrot diamonds and set in silver. It should make a lovely gift for my Granddaughter should it not”, Mr. Roberts inquired?
“It is a gorgeous piece of jewelry”, Amy said truthfully, leaning over to look at it closely, amazed at how it reflected light, was studded natural pearl beauty and had a splash of red to a necklace that was obviously not cubic zirconium, nor costume jewelry. To lavish it on what had to be a teenage granddaughter stated the sum of his wealth rather nicely.
“Try it on”, he insisted, and being the owner, was bold enough to delicately take the necklace and hold it up to her neck, which was something Amy would never have had the nerve to do as it was so expensive she did not even dare touch it. Knowing she was walking a thin line between being congenial and being professional, Amy dipped her head, and drew her hair back so that the man could encircle the piece of expensive jewelry around her neck and clasp it.
“It is a beautiful piece”, Amy said as she stepped over to some polished stainless steel of the vault that reflected her image and looked at herself. She meant every word as it went well with her outfit. Gloriously encircling her neck, the fine silver chain was displayed brilliantly against the black satin of her blouse, while the sapphires matched that of the red blazer.
“It looks very exquisite on you Amy. It goes well with your outfit.”
“I would be afraid to wear it anywhere, much less be able to afford it.”
“I’ll give it to you”, he said nonchalantly.
“Give it to me”, Amy asked in shock, knowing the man had the means, but considering their business relationship, it seemed like an over-gracious act of generosity?
“Just wear the piece for me”, he said with a grin. Amy was going to reply that she was indeed doing just that, but realized when he said that, with the devious look that was unique to his very business-like attitude, that he meant the necklace, and the necklace alone, and probably no other clothing.
“And you mean just the necklace?”
“Fair deal I would say.”
“I am a married woman”, she explained, trying to be congenial and personal, and yet retain her professionalism as well.
“I am not asking for sex from you”, he said, so out of character that it was shocking to Amy, “just to have you model the piece for me.”
“Right here?”
“Why not?”
“Well with security cameras everywhere in here, I would be seen, which would result in the loss of my job for starters.”
“And you make perhaps fifty thousand a year”, he asked with a shrug of his shoulders, which Amy was proud of since it was considered quite a lucrative occupation, particularly for Vermont, but for such a man of wealth such as Mr. Roberts, it was a rather trivial salary? “The necklace my dear, is worth far more than that”, he said as Amy nodded to his question.
“Yes, but I cannot pay my bills with a necklace.”
“True, but it would increase your net worth considerably, and you could always find a job at another bank for the same salary.”
“In private perhaps; a hotel room, maybe even a private residence, but even then…certainly not here”, she said looking around as people milled about just outside in the banks lobby. “I just…I just can’t,” Amy said as she reached back to unclasp the necklace hurriedly from her neck, eager to have it off now, and handed it back to Mr. Roberts. “I hope you understand.”
“Actually, I will never understand. You are such a beautiful woman and yet you struggle when you could have some of the finer things in life when so many men; myself included, would love to see your true beauty by being undressed. That is what I like, a beautiful lady, nude in public, and I am more than willing to pay handsomely for that privilege. It seems like everyone wins; people get to see a beautiful naked woman, while you get fiscally rewarded, allowing for a better standard of living. Consider it Amy”, he said changing his tone. “You know how much I keep in my charitable trust fund; it could be yours if you would indulge me on this.”
“You’re serious”, Amy charged, surprised that such a seemingly well-mannered man would even broach the subject with her?
“It is only money”, he said with a smile as he began to put the necklace back into the box, and in turn, into the safety deposit box as well.
I wonder what her husband would say. Knowing his wife got butt naked. In public for money
Anyone have the Alexa Crush video where she gets locked out of the changing room naked? It used to be up on the old blog.
Excellent. Is this the whole story or is it being posted in parts?
thanks for sharing
Anon from the 1st of May this is the full story if I remember correctly.
Enjoyable maybe even plausable story; almost everyone has their price but 100k seems a little low for what Amy did for Mr. Roberts. Wish the story had a little more detail of Amy’s naked stroll through the concession area; seeing the stares by men and women on her jiggling breasts with their erect nipples, the attention and comments her twitching tight booty was receiving, her arousal of air hitting her bald crotch, etc.
Anyone Remember the video where a women laid nude on a chaiselong at the pool and the man who worked all day came home and she was really mad because he worked all day. It was a film scene.