It goes by saying, Amy was not a hard working young woman, not even around the house. In fact, her penchant for strip games ended up being her parents way of motivating her to do anything to help at all. Still, it was interesting to see exactly how motivated she got when strip games were involved. Her mother Betty especially had a tendency to use them to influence Amy in order to help around the house.
Now, as the young woman lies astride her bed whilst her family was downstairs doing whatever they were doing, Amy's mother suddenly calls up the stairs to her.
"Amy! I need to your help down here please!" she yelled upward, hoping her daughter was paying attention.
"Awh mom! Can't dad or sis do it? I don't wanna!" Amy whined back as she rolled around on her bed
"No! Now get down here and help me so the house looks better than it does right now! Chop chop!"
Betty knew from experience this wouldn't work, but she still tried to see if anything would change. After another fifteen minutes of silence, it was clear it wouldn't and she marched back to the bottom of the stairs.
"Amy! How about this? If you help me, we'll make a game out of it!"
"A game?"
"Yes, one of those strip games you love so much, how about it?"
"Why didn't you say so?! Be right there!"
It wasn't long before Amy was dressed in a tank-top, bra, denim-shorts, panties, and open-toed shoes. She hugged Betty and stood up straight, stretching a bit to work out some kinks. As for Betty, she couldn't help but take notice of her daughter's beautiful developing body and a small flash of something lit in her eyes before she turned away.
"Alright young lady, here's what the chore is: We're going to...
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