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Amateur Night

1/3/2004

We first saw the sign on the "strip" as we headed
towards the beach. The sign in front of the lounge said "Amateur
Night-Mondays". Craig teased me that I should enter.
It was said in a joking way that meant he would laugh it off
if I did but also meant that he wished I might take it serious.
I wasn't particular interested in showing my body
to the world (at least not more than you could see in my bikini)
so I laughed and we changed subjects. It was early on Saturday
morning and the strip looked gaudy and lifeless in the sunlight.
It needed the darkness of the night for its light to come
on and bring it to life. All the people were either still
home in bed or already staking their claims to sections
of the beach.
<br>

Craig and I were staying at a nice place right on the beach.
I was a little nervous since this was our first weekend together.
We had been only dating about a month and a half and were just
getting use to each other.
<br>

Sex was just starting to get good as we learned each others
likes and dislikes. This weekend was a big step for us. I
had been looking forward to it since Craig had suggested
it two weeks ago.
<br>

There is something so sensual about the beach...the hot
sun warming, the pounding of the waves, wearing skimpy
clothing, the night life of the bars, a strange bedroom
where you don't have to clean up afterwards. I always
over indulge all my appetites at the beach. I eat too much,
drink too much...
<br>

We arrived at the hotel and checked in. Our room was high
up in the hotel, overlooking the beach. As Craig set the
bags in the room, I opened the sliding glass door to the balcony
and stepped out. It was going be a beautiful sunny day. I
couldn't wait to sit out on the beach. Craig disappeared
into the bathroom and I swiftly changed into my bikini.
It was a white strapless number cut high on the sides that
really set off my tan and dark hair well.
<br>

Craig exited the bathroom as I was collecting my things
for the beach (lotion, towel, glasses, book, etc).
<br>

He let out a wolf whistle and I just laughed.
<br>

"That's worth the three hour drive alone!"
, he said. He came up behind me as I continued to pack my things
for the beach. His hands encircled my waist and I leaned
back against him. The beach would still be there in another
hour (or two?). His hands slid under the top and pulled it
over my breasts. Both hands took a breast and started to
fondle them. I purred. For two minutes we just stood there,
him slowly fondling my breasts and me leaning back against
him. I could feel his bulge staring to grow against my backside.
He was kissing my neck, and finally I turned around so that
I could return his kiss.
<br>

"You definitely have too many clothes on for the beach",
I said. "How do you ever expect to get a tan like that?"
I started unbuttoning his shirt. He just stood there with
his hands on my breasts while I unbuttoned his shirt and
pants. I lowered his pants and he still did not make any move
to let go of my nipples, which he was rolling between his
fingers. "If I don't get some help, we'll
never get you undressed" I told him.
<br>

He reluctantly let go and I pulled the shirt off his shoulders
and helped him step out of his pants.
<br>

We hugged, his hairy chest against my bare chest, and walked
to the bed embracing. Craig fell back onto the bed with me
on top. His hand entered the back of my bikini bottom and
I lifted momentarily to allow him to remove the them. I reached
down and pulled his jockey shorts down and off his legs.
We kissed again as his hands went over my bottom and I reached
for his cock.
<br>

He gasped into my ear, "Sit on my face." Not an
invitation he would have to repeat twice, one of my favorite
things is to be on top of a man's face, it gives me such
a feeling of control and power. I waked on my knees up to the
headboard and lowered myself on his tongue. I looked in
my reflection in the mirrored wall over the headboard.
In the background, I could see the ocean wave out over our
balcony (we were up too high (23 floors) to see the beach
or to worry about being seen from the beach). Craig's
tongue soon had me dancing on his face. The room's temperature
was swiftly rising from both the heat we were generating
and the open door to the balcony. My reflection was covered
with sweat as I continued to roll on his face. I had a few small
orgasm and built to a large one. After I came back down, I
rolled off his face (he did need to breath) and curled up
by his side. His face was covered by my juices as he held me
close.
<br>

Craig got up from the bed and walked to the balcony.
<br>

He closed the door and turned the air conditioner on high.
"You are just to hot to handle", he joked. "We
have a nice view of the ocean from here. I hope we get to see
it eventually up close." I could see that he needed
relief from more than the heat. I got out of the bed and joined
him in front of the sliding glass door. I put my arm around
him and looked out at the ocean. I bent down and took his cock
in my mouth. After a couple of licks, I dropped to my knees
and started to take him into my mouth. His hands reached
into my hair. After a few minutes, Craig said, "I didn't
work you up and get you all wet for nothing. I want to take
you right here on the carpet, where we can both look out at
the ocean." I knew that this was Craig's way of
being nice to me. He knows that I don't like to suck cock
to completion. I just have never developed a taste for sperm.
I moved forward on my hands and knees to the edge of the glass.
<br>

Craig dropped to his knees and slid his cock into me from
behind. He leaned forward over my back and I could feel his
breath on the back of my neck. He thrust and I tried to match
his rhythm. He had been denied too long, and the pace quickly
picked up. Each thrust, I would open my eyes out onto the
ocean. When he would withdraw, I would close them again
and back up trying to keep him inside. Soon, we both were
reaching a crescendo.
<br>

Coming back to our senses, I shakily got up and returned
to the bed. I picked up my discarded swimsuit.
<br>

A quiet afternoon on the beach was a perfect prescription.
I started to head to the shower but Craig stopped me, "Let's
go down now." "But I need to clean up first",
I replied.
<br>

"But you look beautiful with that just fucked look.
<br>

All the men will be so jealous of me. Besides, we can let the
ocean clean us." Craig reached into his bag and pulled
out his swim trunks. He looked worse then I did, with my dried
juices still on visible on his face. I quickly slipped back
into my bikini and brushed my hair.
<br>

We grabbed our things and headed for the elevator. In the
elevator, I could still smell our sex in the confined area.
Part way down, the elevator stopped and a middle- aged couple
joined us. The men kept sniffing around, not quite able
to place the smell. When we got off, we both broke into laughter.
<br>

Reaching the beach, we set our towels and things down. The
beach was already crowded and we ended up fairly far up it
before finding a suitable spot. I noticed more than one
male's head turn (and a couple female's as well)
as we walked down the beach. Craig and I both ran into the
ocean and splashed around. We swam out a little bit and rode
a couple waves back in. I got out and toweled myself off and
Craig wasn't far behind me. He helped rub the suntan
lotion into my body and then I returned the favor. We laid
out the rest of the afternoon.
<br>

Later, rested, showered, and refreshed, we went out to
dinner and than to hit the clubs. I just love to dance and
the drinks and the music kept flowing. At 1:30 a.m., we were
still going strong. The dancing and the drinks were making
me hot, so I did not object when Craig suggested a moonlit
walk on the beach. It was quite bright out that night, being
near the full moon. We walked arm in arm. We could see that
we weren't the only ones with that idea as there were
other couples walking down the beach. Craig suggested
skinny dipping and I punched him (lightly) in the stomach.
I was slightly drunk but I wasn't that drunk.
<br>

Instead we headed for a sand dune. But once again, we had
not been alone in the thought. We heard moaning coming from
behind some brush. Craig put his hand over my mouth before
I could speak and guided me down onto the sand. We crawled
to the rise of the dune and looked over. There was a couple
in the middle of the act. She was on her back in the sand with
her legs spread, he was in between them pumping furiously
away. They were not far from the point of no return. She was
a cute blond who was very young. She had her dress hiked up
to her waist. Her blouse was open and her bra and panties
rested on the sand next to them. He was tall, very young too,
and had a medium size cock. He had his pants and shorts pulled
down to his knees and was busy pumping her and grabbing her
breasts. She was the one we had heard moaning as she continued
to "ohh" and "ahh". Craig had lain
down next to me and his hand reached into my blouse (I hadn't
worn a bra that evening). I was getting quite flushed, watching
their illicit act. The boy's groan joined the girl's
and with one final thrust he came to rest upon her. Craig
had unbuttoned my shirt most the way down and was working
on my pants. His hand slid into my panties and he could tell
how excited I was. I could feel him rubbing his bulge against
my leg and knew that the show had affected him too. The girl
buttoned up her blouse and pulled on her panties as the boy
pulled his pants back on. She did not bother to replace the
brassiere, instead slid it into a small bag that was off
to her side. They rose and walked off hand in hand.
<br>

Craig said, "I want you now, right there!" We
slid down the dune from our vantage point and took the spot
so recently vacated. I lowered my pants and removed my already
unbuttoned blouse. Craig had dropped his pants and was
raising his shirt over his head. I pressed my body against
him and our mouths joined as the shirt cleared his head.
I pushed him down to the ground on the exact spot the couple
had lain. There was no need for preliminaries. I was already
soaking. I grabbed his dick and guided it straight into
my pussy. I like being on top (especially when it means not
getting sand all over myself) and was soon riding away.
I tried to keep our volume down, considering the noise that
had attracted us in the first place, but Craig was being
no help, repeating "Oh yeah" over and over.We
did not last long and soon I collapsed on top of Craig, both
of us spent.
<br>

Craig whispered in my ear, "I think we have company
too!" I heard giggling and looked up the dune. A couple
of young (early teens) boys were up there getting an eyeful.
I blushed deeply and quickly grabbed my blouse and slacks.
I dressed quickly, forgoing my panties as they had disappeared
in the sand. Craig dressed and tried to comfort me. The young
boys had scurried away, realizing they had been found out.
By the time we had walked back to the car, I was not really
upset about having put on a show. The more I thought of it,
the more I thought how I had enjoyed the show put on for us.
We returned to our room. After a quick shower, we fell into
a blissful sleep.
<br>

I woke Sunday morning to a glorious feeling. Craig was between
legs, lightly tonguing my pussy. I kept my eyes closed and
just enjoyed the sensations in a half awake, half asleep
state. He tongued me for over fifteen minutes before my
moaning gave me away. I finally opened my eyes and watched
him continue his work. I said, "Now!" and he
rose above me. Where the other sex had turned into raw animal
passion, this was slow, unhurried lovemaking. He slid
into me gently. We kept up the slow pace for over a half hour.
Almost imperceptibly, the pace picked up. Finally, we
both came and just laid in each others arms. What a way to
awake.
<br>

It was already noon before we left the room. We grabbed a
bite to eat and went back to the beach. Later, we walked by
the dune that we had used last night. Craig held my hand tight.
<br>

Sunday evening, we went out to eat again (we had a three day
weekend so we wouldn't have to head back until Monday
evening). I had on a white halter dress. Craig was being
most attentive. At the restaurant, his hand slid under
my dress and he caressed my thighs. I was having a hard time
eating my salad as his finger wormed under my panties and
entered me. He would discreetly remove his hand from under
my dress whenever the waitress approached. After she cleared
the salads away, I excused myself and went to the ladies
room. I could plainly see how flushed I looked in the mirror.
I removed my soaking panties and put them in my purse. Craig
rose when I returned to the table and helped me with my seat.
<br>

Sitting, his hand quickly discovered the reason for my
little trip and his face lit up with a smile. After dinner
had been cleared away (I can't even remember what I
had!), the waitress asked if we would like dessert.
<br>

Craig teases me by not removing his hand for her final visit
and said that we were going to go somewhere else for dessert.
<br>

When we got in the car, Craig's hand once again slipped
up my dress. My excitement was overpowering. I just wanted
release. I could smell myself in the confined space of the
car as he drove. His fingers kept teasing my clit, but always
stopping short of giving me release. I was tempted to reach
down and finish myself off. Craig pulled the car into a parking
lot. I looked up expecting to see the hotel, and was surprised
to see that we were near the edge of the strip. He had driven
us back to the strip joint that we had seen as we drove in.
I didn't particularly want to go in, in fact, all I wanted
was to go back to the room and fuck.
<br>

"What are we doing here?' I asked.
<br>

"I thought that since you had stimulation all night,
now it was my turn." he replied.
<br>

"I don't want to go in there, I want to go back to
the room." I whined.
<br>

"Why do you want to go back there when the night is still
young?", he teased. He wanted me to say it.
<br>

"I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard and often NOW!"
I answered.
<br>

"But what about me? You've had all night to get
hot and bothered and I want to have a little fun now."
he said.
<br>

"I'll do anything you want as long as you take
me back to the room NOW!" I was running out of patience.
<br>

"Anything?" he teased.
<br>

"Anything!" I replied.
<br>

"Okay, but I want you to do something special for me."
he gave me an evil grin. I was to hot to notice and just nodded
my head. He started the car and headed back to the hotel.
"I want you to help me live out a fantasy.
I want you to enter that amateur contest tomorrow night."
he said. I was almost shocked back to reality. But I decided
to promise him anything, whether I would actually do anything
was another story. His hand had once again slid up my dress
and was stroking me.
<br>

"Okay, I'll do it, just give me relief."
I told him.
<br>

He picked up the pace a bit and I finally came. But he kept
working his finger in and out.
<br>

When we arrived back at the hotel, I was ready to come again.
He pulled his hand out though. We walked to the elevator.
I could see a stain on the front of my dress. I couldn't
believe how hot and bothered I was, especially after having
had so much sex that weekend.
<br>

Luckily, we didn't run into anyone. When we entered
the elevator, Craig pulled his zipper down and ordered
me to suck him. I obediently dropped to my knees and pulled
his cock out. I engulfed the head with my mouth, unconcerned
that it was a glass elevator (the glass was smoked so it was
unlikely anyone could have seen anything anyway). Craig
may have talked a good game, but he was not totally unaffected
by our night out. He was rock hard. When we reached our floor,
we quickly ran to the room (Craig didn't even zip back
up).
<br>

Craig was all over me as soon as the door closed.
<br>

We didn't even remove our clothing. I just hiked my
skirt and Craig later untied my halter to get access to my
breasts. Craig dropped his pants and undershorts to the
floor and pulled me down to the carpet. He entered me hurriedly,
as I raises my legs over his head onto his back. This was exactly
what I needed. He pumped furiously into me. It reminded
me of he couple we had witinessed the night before. I came
and kept coming.
<br>

Craig finally shot deep into me and we both just laid spent
on the floor.
<br>

Craig started to harden in my pussy. "what are you
thinking about?" I teased him. His cock throbbed
within me and he started to stroke again.
<br>

"You, and how great you'll look up on the stage
tomorrow." he replied.
<br>

"What makes you think I will do it?" I asked.
<br>

"You wouldn't go back on your word, besides,
its a long walk home" he kidded (atleast I hoped he
was kidding). He rose up, helping me to my feet, never disengaging.
We carefully walked to the bed and then laid down on it. It
was a much slower pace then our previous frenzy. When we
had finished, we fell asleep in each others arms.
<br>

I awoke with a similar sensation to the morning before.
Craig was once again between my legs and I was already starting
to juice. We made slow love again and drifted back to sleep.
We finally arose from bed after 1:00 p.m. and ate. Craig
suggested that I call the office and take another day, so
that we might further enjoy tonights experience. I had
been hoping he might drop that.
<br>

"I'm not to sure I really want to go through with
that" I said, hoping he would let me bow out gracefully.
<br>

Things were going pretty well between us and I didn't
want to screw them up too badly.
<br>

"But you promised. I think that you will enjoy it.
<br>

You certainly have enjoyed all the stares on the beach,
and on the dance floor the other night. You were excited
by watching that couple and I bet if you are really willing
to admit it to yourself, that you were excited having those
two boys watch." he argued.
<br>

It was true, I do like the stares, whether it be at the beach
or on the dance floor. I wasn't too sure about the two
boys watching us, however, I had certainly enjoyed the
show the couple put on.
<br>

"I'm not saying I will do it, but another day would
be fun." I conceded.
<br>

"As long as you are not saying that you definitely
won't" he said with a smile. Craig and I both called
our offices and took an extra day. We returned for another
day on the beach. Craig was very attentive, occasionally
slipping his hands into my suit. I kept pushing him away
as I wanted to rest and I knew I couldn't think straight
with an itchy pussy.
<br>

As the sun began to set, I knew I was running out of time. Craig
joined me in the shower and immediately dropped to his knees
and buried his face in my mound. He certainly was not going
to make it easy for me. I dressed for dinner in blue jeans
and a blouse (I wasn't going to make it as easy as the
night before for him either. I even wore a bra!). We ate at
a nice seafood place. Craig tried to keep pouring liquor
into me but I paced myself. I had been thinking about what
he had said. I had a fantasy about being a stripper, but I
wasn't sure I wanted to turn it into reality. I figured
that the lounge would be dingy, the women slutty, and the
men would all have beer guts.
<br>

After dinner, Craig looked at me expectantly. "I'll
go look, but I won't decide till later." I said.
He grinned and hurriedly drove us to the lounge. At the entrance,
a bouncer told us about the cover charge. He asked if I was
interested in competing for the $500.00 prize. Craig said
that I might be but we wanted to check it out. He said that
we needed to check in with the manager at the bar by 10:00
if I wanted to enter. He explained that the competition
did not start till 10:30, and that the regular girls worked
before that.
<br>

The room was semi dark and the music was loud. I clung to Craig
instinctively as we entered the room filled with men. I
could see just a couple of women in the crowd. It was not dirty
or seedy. The men were mostly young, and only a few looked
like they should be driving around in pickup trucks with
gun racks. We worked our way to the bar and I could just barely
see the stage area between all the men (there must have been
over 300 of them!). The stage was well lit from track lights
that hung down similar to the disco we had ben to on Saturday
night. No one was on the stage and most of the men were milling
about. Waitresses scurried about (fully clothed, but
in short cocktail outfits). We found a small table for two
at the bar when two men got up and left. We could see the stage.
Although not the best seats in the house, they would certainly
be adequate for our needs. A waitress came to our table almost
immediately and took our order. This wasn't too bad
but I didn't want to be too clear headed if I was going
to go through with this. The waitress swiftly returned
with the drinks and Craig ordered another round.
<br>

We both swiftly drank the first and the second had just arrived
when the stage lights dimmed. We could barely see the curtain
move and then a spot light came on. A very well built blonde
was on the stage. She was dressed in a dark blue velvet dress
and was wearing matching gloves that ran past her elbows.
She had a matching set of pumps on her feet. The room momentarily
hushed in anticipation. The music came on loud. It had a
disco style beat. The girl started moving on the stage.
She danced down the runway and back. She was not bumping
or grinding, no pelvic thrusts or anything. She looked
like she was just dancing like I might. Then she pulled one
glove off, and then the other. She threw them to the back
part of the stage out of reach. She turned her back too the
crowd and lowered her hands to the hem of the skirt. She slowly
raised it up her body and finally took it over her head. She
turned and faced the crowd. She had on matching black bra,
panty (more of a g-string), and garter belt set. She danced
around the runway and returned to the back part of the stage.
She turned her back to the crowd once again. The straps of
her bra fell down her arms. Her bra must have had a front hook
because she pulled both cups to her sides.
<br>

The crowd hooted and hollered as she threw the bra aside.
She turned around and we could see her large breasts. She
had very large pinkish nipples. She danced around the runway
and shook her chest at the men. Again, she returned to the
back of the stage. Her back once more turned to the audience,
she unsnapped her g-string and threw it to the side. The
crowd was really getting loud. She turned and faced the
audience. Her pussy lips were completely shaven and she
had a small blond thatch over her pussy. She took her time
dancing around the runway, pausing in front off men so they
could get a closer look. She danced some more in the middle
of the stage as the music came to an ending. She took a bow
as the crowd applauded enthusiastically. She grabbed
her clothes and went behind the curtain. She came back twice
for curtain calls.
<br>

The next dancer was tall and dark haired. She was well built
(but not as well built as the blond had been) and had a dark
tan. Her dance was similar and soon she was down to a white
g-string (she had been dressed all in white). After she
removed it, I was intrigued to see that she too had her pussy
lips shaven. She had her remaining hair cut into the shape
of a heart. Also, here tan did not have any lines in it. She
looked incredible.
<br>

Craig was obviously enjoying the show (my hand reached
into his lap and found him solid). It was getting close to
10:00 and decision time.
<br>

Craig asked, "Well, do you want to give it a try?"
"I don't know, there are so many men." I
replied.
<br>

"But you don't know anyone here, you'll
probably never meet any of these people again." he
countered.
<br>

"Good point, Promise you won't tell anyone ever."
He quickly nodded his head. He signaled our waitress, and
when she came, he ordered another round and asked her if
she could send the manager over so I could sign up for the
contest.
<br>

The manager was late thirties, early forties, with a slightly
receding hair line. "Great, now do you want to join
the contest?" I shook my head yes. "Okay, now
I need to double check your I.D. again (we had been carded
as we entered). I showed him my driver's license.
<br>

"Looks okay, now here is an application. Fill it out
and I'll take you back stage. You won't be allowed
back stage (he had turned to Craig) though. One of the girls
will help you get set. We have extra costumes and they'll
explain the rules and tricks. There are five other girls
tonight and they are already back there getting ready.
You'll go on last to give you time to complete the form
and get ready. I'll be back in a minute to pick this up
and take you back there." He left the table and talked
with the bartender.
<br>

The application was pretty straight forward. It just wanted
basic information (name, address, etc.).
<br>

Most of it was taken up with a disclaimer relieving the bar
of any responsibility for about anything that might happen.
My hand shook as I signed it.
<br>

The manager returned and I handed him the form. I left Craig
and followed the manager back stage. Some of the men turned
and looked as we walked to the door.
<br>

Another girl was on so they didn't look long. Backstage
were a couple of small rooms. The first, he called it the
costume room, had three racks of exotic looking clothes.
The tall brunette (with the heart shaped hair) we had watched
earlier put her head in the door. She was wearing a plain
white robe.
<br>

"Shelly, I want you to meet Pamela, she's going
to be in the contest tonight. Do you think you can get her
set up?" the manager asked.
<br>

"Okay Gene, when does she go on?" she replied.
<br>

"She'll be last so you'll have a little time."
the manager said as he headed out the door.
<br>

"Hi, you a little bit nervous?" Shelly asked.
I nodded. "Don't worry, you'll do alright.
They will like you." she said looking me up and down.
"Let's find something good for you to wear. What's
your best color?" I replied, "White"
as we stepped in front of the racks.
<br>

"I thought so, its one of my favorites too. It highlights
a tan so well.", she said.
<br>

"Your's is certainly nice . It must come from
living at the beach.", I said.
<br>

"Yes, I know a nice little private beach.",
Shelly commented.
<br>

"I'd love to go there sometime. Where is it?"
I asked.
<br>

"Sorry, its tough to find and you have to have permission
to go there.", she replied. " Now we have to get
started. We start at the end and work backwards."
she said as she opened a drawer on a chest. "Here's
a garter belt, some stockings a g-string. The belts adjustable
and the g-string has velcros so it can adjust to most any
size. It also makes it easier to take off." Shelly
said demonstrating how both sizes could be release in the
air. "What size bust are you?" she asked.
<br>

"34C" I replied.
<br>

She opened another drawer and started searching through
bras. She finally pulled a white one out and handed it to
me. "It hooks in the front to make it easier. Now change
into this and we'll find something to go over it."
I started taking my clothes off. "When you get out
there, make sure you smile. Dance all you want and have fun
with it. The crowd picks the winner and they can tell if you
are just going through the motions.
<br>

Make sure you are at the back of the stage when you take anything
off. That way you can throw back to side and it won't
disappear into the crowd. Anything you throw to the crowd,
Gene will make you pay for. Also, be careful you don't
get to close to the edge. We once had a girl who fell into the
crowd. Not a pretty sight." I had taken off my blouse
and bra and was about to put the white bra she had picked out
for me on. "Hang on one minute. A little lip gloss well
help highlight your nipples." Shelly handed my a
jar from one of the tables.
<br>

I stood in front of a mirror and applied some brown gloss
to each nipple. "Let me help you with the bra. If you
don't get it on right, it'll rub the gloss all over
and they would look worse". She helped line the lacy,
semi sheer bra up as I put it on. "Now you are not allowed
to let anyone touch out there. We'd lose our liquor
license." I was actually relieved to hear that. I
had taken my shoes off and was removing my jeans. I had piled
the clothes on an empty spot on the dressing table.
<br>

"You'll have about five minutes so don't
go too slowly. But don't take it all off too quickly
either. I can't teach you pacing in time but we will
have someone in the wings who will yell out the time remaining
in minutes. Don't count on be able to hear them though.
If you are doing it right, the crowd will drown her out."
I had slid the g-string on and had adjusted the belt. I slid
the white stockings up my legs and connected them.
<br>

"Stick to the basics. Don't try anything fancy.
<br>

I'd leave the stockings and garter belt on. Some girls
try to take them off too, but it takes up too much time and
it takes practice to make it look graceful." I stood
up.
"Okay, lets find something to go over that. I know
just the thing." Shelly disappeared behind one of
the racks and came back with a silk white night shirt. "The
lights work so well on this. All you have to do is unbutton
it down too. No muse your hair taking something over your
head." Suddenly, an especially loud roar came from
the crowd. "They must be starting." Shelly
said looking over her shoulder into the hall. I had been
a little self conscious of the open door as I changed, but
had only seen an occasional women pass by (including the
girl who had been on stage when I came back stage. She had
passed by still naked, carrying her clothes.). I put the
silk night shirt on and buttoned it up. The music resumed
outside so the first contestant was probably on stage.
My stomach flip flopped.
<br>

Shelly must have noticed my tenseness. "Relax, you'll
do great. If you feel yourself freezing on stage, just look
up into the lights. Then you won't be able to see anyone.
No one is going to force you to do anything you are uncomfortable
with. Lets go to the dancer's lounge and wait."
Shelly handed me a short robe which I rapped around myself.
We exited the room (I was glad I had left my purse with Craig).
As we walked down the hall Shelly said, "Don't
let the other girls intimidate you. A couple of them do this
fairly regularly, trying to win the money. Its actually
tougher for them as the men like new faces." We entered
another room. It had mirrors and dressing tables along
one side and a couple of old couches. There was also a small
wet bar to one side.
<br>

Shelly took me there and poured me a glass of white wine.
<br>

There were four other girls in the room, all wearing robes.
The girl who had been on stage and that I had seen walking
down the hall naked, was now robed and sipping a drink and
smoking a cigarette at one of the dressing tables.
<br>

Three girls were sitting on a couch. Shelly took me to the
couch and said, "Hey girls, we got another entrant.
This is Pamela." I said hello to each of my three competitors
(the other was already on stage). The first, an unbelievable
good looking blonde with a big chest introduced herself
as Lisa. They must have had to check her I.D. twice as she
looked no more than eighteen. She had on a black wraparound
skirt and a silk blouse. It was obvious that she had a black
bra underneath. The second girl was a mid thirtyish brunette
who looked a little out of place.
<br>

Her name was Ellen. She was not particular well built and
was a bit hippy. She looked really nervous and her drink
shook in her hand. I was willing to bet she was a housewife
on vacation whose husband had put her up to this. She was
dressed in a blue dress that had a zipper down the front.
The third girl looked to be in her mid twenties. Her name
was Karen. She had light brown hair and a tight body. She
had a red teddy on and red stockings.
<br>

Shelly took me over to the remaining dressing table and
helped me with my make-up. The blonde that Craig and I had
seen first, popped her head in the door. "Okay Karen,
your up." Karen rose and followed the blonde out of
the room.
<br>

A minute latter the crowd noise rose. The first contestant
must have finished. A moment later, a petite blond entered
the room, wearing a robe and carrying her clothes. She set
the clothes down (some sort of pink dress) and grabbed a
drink. She said "hi" to Shelly but ignored me.
<br>

Shelly whispered, "That's Elizabeth, she one
of the regulars I told you about. The other one is Lisa. Lisa's
nice but stay away from Elizbeth. She likes to play mind
games." Ellen was looking more nervous. She was to
go on next. She had put down her drink and was tightly holding
her hands together.
<br>

Shelly finished up with my make up and stood back to admire
the results. "Beautiful! Okay your going on last.
After your done, pick up your clothes and come back stage.
All the girls will be waiting for the judging. We will give
you a minute to put the panties back on. Then put the robe
back on and all of you will go back on stage. They will hold
the judging. Usually, when they call your name, you step
forward and open your robe. You don't have to because
the judging will already be over, but almost everyone still
dose it. Take a bow and return to the line. They then announce
the runner ups and the winner. The winner is expected to
dance for another couple of minutes, and then gets presented
the check. The other contestants move back stage. Any prize
money for runners up is presented when they are announced.
Only the winner waits until after her encore.
<br>

Once back stage, everyone is free to dress and leave.
<br>

Your welcome to hang out back here if you want but no men are
allowed back stage. We'll be at it until two.
<br>

Sometimes, if someone been really good, and they want to
do it again, Gene lets them dance a regular set with us."
Shelly said.
<br>

The blonde put her head in the door and called Ellen. Ellen
shook as she rose and walked like she was headed to the gallows
out of the room. The blonde gave a nod to Shelly.
<br>

"Okay, I've got to go help Teri. Are you going
to be all right?" Shelly asked.
<br>

"I think so." I responded. I was beginning to
feel a little more relaxed.
<br>

"Good luck. Okay Lisa, I don't think Ellen is
going to last to long. Why don't you come out to the wings
just in case." The two girls left. I went over to the
bar to freshen my drink.
<br>

Karen entered the room, blushing and looking quite flush.
She had on her robe and had a red pile of clothes in her hand.
She dropped them on the couch and went straight for the bar.
<br>

"How did it go?" I asked as I poured her some wine
and refilled my glass.
<br>

"Great! They were yelling and clapping. I couldn't
believe how excited I was." Karen's voiced cracked
as she spoke. She took a gulp of the wine and sat down. I was
wondering if she was going to faint.
<br>

The crowd noise had dropped off and the music had stopped.
It was too soon for Ellen to be done. The crowd cheered and
the music started up again. A minute later, Shelly came
in.
<br>

"Pamela, you're next. Wait a couple more minutes
and then go out to the wings and wait with Teri. Good Luck!"
she said.
<br>

"What happened to Ellen?" I asked.
<br>

"She got about half way through and froze. Don't
worry, you'll do great! Lisa will have the crowd all
warmed up for you." Shelly said. Looking at the other
two girls she added, "Get ready for the judging."
Elizabeth reached over to clothing pile and pulled out
sheer white panties. She stepped into them and pulled them
up her legs. As she pulled them up, I caught a glimpse of a
completely shaven pussy. Karen had put down her drink and
was rummaging through her pile. She pulled out a red g-string,
similar in design to the one I was wearing (velcros on both
sides). She pulled it under her robe and fit them on.
<br>

I decided to use the bathroom quickly before I went on. I
had a good bit to drink and didn't want to have any accidents.
I went into the small bathroom that adjoined the room. I
decided to test the g-string and pulled both sides, just
as Shelly had shown me. It came apart in my hands just like
it was suppose to. I finished and walked out to the hall.
Teri signalled me tojoin her at the end. I walked down the
hall. In the costume room, I saw Shelly trying to comfort
Ellen who was crying. I hurried along to Teri.
<br>

Teri shouted onto the stage, "Two Minutes."
I looked out behind the curtain. The crowd had grown and
they were cheering Lisa on. I looked onto the stage and saw
Lisa. She was just returning to the back part of the stage
from the runway. She was down to her black panties. She came
over to us and pulled the curtain around the lower part of
her body. Her hand swiftly pulled the panties down and she
threw them over her shoulder onto the stage where the men
could see them. A big cheer went up and she turned her back
on the crowd and danced out to the middle All the crowd could
see was her behind but Teri and I had the perfect view of her
front. Lisa had firm, large breasts with big pink nipples.
She had a pink pussy with a fine patch of blond pubic hair.
She was unbelievable. She turned and faced the crowd. The
men went wild. She danced up the runway, gyrating her hips
and give the men a good view. Teri shouted, "One minute!",
but the crowd noise was probably drowning it out. I had been
feeling more relaxed, even excited. But now my stomach
was tight and new fears were entering my mind. I wasn't
sure now that I really could go through with it. The music
came to an end and Lisa stopped dancing.
<br>

"The Lovely Lisa, lets give her a big hand for coming
out here tonight." a microphoned voice said. The
crowd cheered as Lisa took a bow. The stage lights went out
and she quickly retrieved her clothes from the stage and
headed for us.
<br>

"Great show!" Teri said as Lisa came backstage.
<br>

Lisa took her robe from a hook behind us and put it on.
<br>

"Thanks, they're ready tonight." she
replied.
<br>

"Hand your robe up and get ready, they are about to
announce you." Teri told me. I put the robe on the hook.
<br>

"Good Luck." Lisa said as she headed back down
the hall.
<br>

"Go get them", Teri said as she gave me a small
boost out on the still dark stage. I stepped to the center.
The moment of truth had arrived.
<br>

The announcer was talking about a promotion that was upcoming
at the bar. "And now an accountant who has some interesting
figure to show us, let's give a big welcome to Pamela!"
The music stared and then the lights came on, blinding me.
The men roared. I started dancing, swaying my hips to the
beat. The satin white night shirt shimmered in the lights.
I took Shelly's advice and looked into the lights,
losing myself in the music. I worked my way down one side
of the runway. I saw Craig sitting at the table at the bar.
He caught my eye and started to clap. He was the vision of
lust. I turned my back to him and inched up the night shirt
so my g-string covered (or should that be uncovered) behind
was visible.
<br>

I shook it at him and the men nearest the stage went wild.
I worked my way back to the stage. I reached up and unbuttoned
the top button on the shirt. The I reached down and unbuttoned
the bottom button. I alternated between top and bottom
until only one was left. "Four Minutes!", I
heard Teri in the wings. I teased the men by alternately
opening the bottom and then the top of the nightshirt. They
could just get glimpses of the white underwear beneath.
I unbuttoned the last button and pulled the shirt open.
The men cheered. I danced the length of the runway with the
shirt wide open and returned to the back of the stage and
deposited it on the floor. I was beginning to really get
into it. The men cheering and screaming was feeding my ego.
I decided it was time to be bold.
<br>

As I danced down the runway again, I could barely hear Teri
shout the three minute warning. I decided to forgo Shelly's
advice on taking my clothes off at the back part of the stage.
In the middle of the runway. I reached to the front of the
white, lacy, push-up bra and unhooked it. I held the cups
in place as I let the straps fall down my arms. I released
the right cup and pulled the bra completely off, exposing
my breasts. The men were cheering loudly. I looked in their
faces and could see their smiles and leers. Surprisingly,
Ii was turning me on. I shook my breasts at first one side
of the room, and then the other. I looked up to see Craig and
shook them one more time in his direction. It looked like
he was really enjoying the show. I danced to the back of the
stage and deposited the bra on top of the night shirt. As
I looked off in the wings, I could see that the other girls
had joined Teri. Shelly was there, having changed into
a black dress. There was no sign of Ellen though. I turned
and faced the crowd, swaying my hips. I ran my hands under
my breasts and pushed them up towards the crowd.
<br>

Heading back down the runway, I heard Teri shout "Two
minutes!" In the middle of the runway, I reached to
both sides of my hips for the velcros fasteners on the g-
string. I pulled, being careful to keep the cloth in front
of me blocking their view. The string fell off my back and
I turned, shaking my naked bottom to all the men. I then pulled
the g-string high in the air, exposing everything to the
world. The men were cheering more loudly than before. I
danced and gyrated down the runway, waving the g-string
wildly overhead. I returned to the back of the stage and
threw the g-string with the rest of the discarded clothes.
I put my arms behind my head and danced down the runway once
more. I could feel my pussy juicing and wondered whether
that was visible to the men. I did not have to wonder about
my chest though, as the nipples were quite obviously erect.
<br>

As I was dancing back up the runway to the stage, the music
came to an end. I guess the crowd had drowned out Teri's
one minute warning. I walked back to the stage quickly.
"The pretty Pamela! What a show! Let's give her
a big round of applause." the announcer said. I turned
away from the men and bowed, showing off my bottom, then
I turned and bowed facing them. The were clapping and shouting.
<br>

The lights went out and I bent over and picked up the clothes.
I walked to the wings where all the girls were waiting in
their robes.
<br>

"Great show!" Teri said.
<br>

"Yeah, you were hot!", Lisa added.
<br>

"Super!", Karen said.
<br>

Elizabeth gave me a dirty look. Shelly came up and hugged
me, "You did great, are you sure you have never done
this before?" It felt funny to be hugged by a woman
while I was still naked and I didn't want them to see
how excited I was. Her dress felt good against my bare breasts
though. I reached down through the clothes and pulled out
the g-string. I quickly guided it between my legs and fastened
it on my sides. Shelly handed me the robe. The stage lights
came back on.
<br>

"We've got the results, now if the ladies will
just return, we can crown our winner." the announcer
said to the room. All four of us filed out back onto the stage.
<br>

I was the last one out. The crowd cheered loudly. "Our
lovely contestants folks! Contestant number one, Elizabeth!"
She dropped the robe and stepped forward to the cheers of
the crowd. So much for just opening her robe as Shelly had
explained to me. She took a couple of bows and fondled her
breasts. She had small but firm breasts topped with dark
brown nipples. "Contestant number two, Karen!"
Karen, not to be outdone by Elizabeth, dropped her robe
to the floor and stepped forward to the delight of the crowd.
Her breasts were larger and she had larger pink nipples.
She shook her breasts to the men's applause. Karen's
body was extremely tight and she looked like she must work
out a great deal. "Contestant number four, Lisa!"
(I guess they were not going to make any mention of Ellen)
Lisa dropped her robe too. She definitely had the biggest
breasts of the group (I think mine might have come in second,
but Karen's were awfully close). She took her bows
and returned to the line. I started untying my robe. "And
contestant number five, Pamela!" I stepped forward
and ran my hands up my breasts as though to present them to
the men. I took a couple of bows and stepped back into the
line. I had really enjoyed the men's enthusiastic
response.
<br>

"I know with such beautiful contestants, its hard
for tonights judges to make a choice. All these women are
winners and will receive prizes. But we are now ready to
announce the winners. Our first runner up, winner of a gift
certificate for a new swim suit from "The Teenie Weenie
Bikini Shop", and a cash prize of one hundred dollars
is.." the announcer paused to build up anticipation
"Pamela!" I couldn't believe it. I had
come in second! The men cheered and Lisa reached over and
hugged me, her bare chest rubbing against mine. Shelly
had come out of the wings put a sash over me. She hugged me
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
<br>

"Congratulations!" She handed me the gift
certificate, a one hundred dollar bill, and a small batch
of flowers. "Walk down the runway and wave",
Shelly told me.
<br>

I took the flowers in my hand and walked down, waving to the
cheering men. It might not be the Miss America pageant,
but I felt proud.
<br>

As I returned to the line the announcer said, "And
tonights winner of the grand prize, a gift certificate
for a new swim suit from "The Teenie Weenie Bikini
Shop, a free makeover including hairstyling and a pedicure
from the "House of Lenora", a dinner for two
at the "Beachcomber" and five hundred dollars
in cash is.." once again he paused, "Lisa!"
She squealed and leaned over and hugged me again. The she
hugged Karen. Shelly placed a sash on her and handed her
flowers and the money. They hugged too. Shelly signaled
to us to file off the stage so I led the way to the wings. Teri
congratulated me as Karen and I joined her in the wings.
<br>

Elizabeth stormed off down the hall. I guess she was a bad
loser. Shelly came back stage as the music started again.
She had Lisa's flowers and money. You can't dance
too well holding on to things.
<br>

Lisa was already dancing on stage. We watched her move.
Since all she had on were here panties, it didn't take
long for her to become nude. She danced a couple more minutes
to the delight of the fans. She grabbed her panties, (Karen
had thoughtfully brought Lisa's robe back with her)
and came to the wings with us. Everyone hugged again. The
men were chanting "Lisa, Lisa". She went back
out and took a couple more bows. When she returned, she put
her robe on. I still had my robe over my arm as I had my hands
too full with flowers and the money to put it on. Shelly gave
Lisa here flowers and prizes and we all went back to the room.
The brunette that had been smoking in the room passed us
going down the hall. She was headed towards the stage to
do the next set.
<br>

Back in the room, we shared a celebratory drink.
<br>

Elizabeth had already cleared out.
<br>

"I've got to go change because I'm up next."
Teri said excusing herself.
<br>

"Anyone want to stay around and dance some more?"
Shelly asked.
<br>

"I'll stick around for one more set.",
Lisa said.
<br>

Shelly looked to Karen. "I don't know."
Karen sort of squirmed. I knew how she was feeling. I had
enjoyed putting on the show but there were now others needs
that would need to be taken care of.
<br>

Shelly looked at me. Feeling playful I turned to Karen and
joked, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
After all, I hadn't gotten to see her show.
<br>

Karen laughed and said, "You're on, but can you
let us go on soon?" "If you're in such a hurry,
why don't you go on together?" Shelly suggested.
<br>

"I'm game if you are?" Karen said.
<br>

I wasn't to sure but decided to go along. "Okay",
I said.
<br>

"Alright then, lets go to the costume room and see
what we can find." Shelly suggested.
<br>

I told her that I would need to let Craig know what was going
on. Karen said she wanted to let her husband know too. Shelly
arranged for us to send a note. I wrote Craig that I had another
surprise for him and that he had better be ready afterwards.
Shelly took the notes and said that a waitress would deliver
them.
<br>

As we entered the customer room, Teri was coming out in a
leather biker outfit. Shelly told her what we were going
to do and she said that we could go on after her.
<br>

We returned the clothes that we had used before and started
looking for something to wear. Shelly said she had the perfect
choice and disappeared into a rack. She came back with two
red and white pleated skirts and red sweaters with letters
on them (FU, how original). "How about being cheerleaders?"
Karen and I both agreed. Shelly pulled out some red cotton
panties. She also found two red push-up bras that had only
half cups. She then went into the closet to find the pom-poms
and find some shoes.
<br>

Karen took off her robe. I marveled at how tight and firm
her body was. I got to aerobics class twice a week but she
looked like she did it more regularly than that. "How
do you keep looking so tight?" I asked her.
<br>

"I'm an aerobic instructor." she smiled.
I should have guessed. She had a neatly trimmed mound of
dark black pubic hair. Karen pulled her red panties up and
picked up the bra. The red bra hooked in back and pushed her
breasts up. It only covered the bottom half of the breast
and the nipple was still exposed. I slipped my robe off and
pulled the panties up. The red panties covered more of my
behind then the g-string had. These didn't have the
velcros fasteners so would have to be lowered down the legs.
Karen had slipped the sweater over her head and pulled it
down. It seemed a little small the outline of her nipples
were clearly visible.
<br>

The sweater had a plunging neckline that showed alot of
cleavage. I tried the bra on and tried to arrange my nipples
over the cups. Shelly emerged from the closet with two pair
of red pumps and some red and white pom-poms.
<br>

"Hold on a second, I can see that you need your make
up retouched." she said. I put the sweater back down
and Shelly grabbed the jar of lip gloss. She reapplied some
to each nipple and tweaked them a bit. "If they are
not already erect when you are about to go on, make sure you
pull them till they are. That will make these outfits look
even better." she explained.
<br>

Karen said, "Teri never put make-up on my nipples,
no wonder your tits looked so much better. Will you do it
for me too?" Karen pulled the sweater up.
<br>

"You'll need a lighter color." Shelly
said as she returned the jar of lip gloss to the table. She
hunted through a couple more bottles and finally found
a color she liked. She applied some to Karen's nipples.
<br>

"Ohh, that feels nice." Karen purred.
<br>

She pulled her sweater down after Shelly was through. I
had pulled mine on. It felt about two sizes too small and
was so tight, I wasn't sure I could breath.
<br>

Shelly explained that was the only size they had and I would
just have to make due. The skirts had been altered to include
a velcros fastener along one side, so that they went on (and
came off) like a wrap around skirt. By the time we had stepped
into the pumps, we looked like two of the sluttyish cheerleaders.
<br>

We returned to the other room and poured another drink.
Shelly stepped out to make the arrangements for our show.
Karen helped me with my make-up and helped her with hers.
We talked about some things and I found out that she lived
in the same area as I did. We promised to exchange phone numbers
and to double date.
<br>

"How do you want to do this?" I asked.
<br>

Karen replied, "You know what might be neat? I'll
let you take off my clothes and I can take yours off."
She looked excited. I had never had any experience with
girls. Tonight had been the closest thing, what with Shelly
putting make-up on my nipples, and giving and receiving
hugs from the girls while partly nude. I must admit I was
excited by the prospects of her touching me on stage. Besides,
she was married and wouldn't get too carried away with
an audience. I agreed. We work out a little bit of a routine
and then Shelly returned. She told us that the regular shows
were usually longer than five minutes, and that she had
arranged for us to have more time.
<br>

We walked out to the wings. I was more excited than nervous,
having already been out on the stage once. I felt I knew what
to expect and was looking forward to going out there again.
Teri was on stage, completely naked. The music ended and
the crowd applauded. She took a couple quick bows and stage
lights were extinguished.
<br>

I followed Karen on stage as Teri came off with her leather
outfit in her hands.
<br>

"We have a special treat for you tonight. A couple
of the ladies from our contest tonight have agreed to do
an encore. Now to help boost your team spirit, Karen and
Pamela!" the announcer boomed.
<br>

The lights came up and a drum roll started. Instead of the
usual rock & roll music, Shelly had arranged for some
college fight songs. Karen and I marched to the middle of
the runway. We dig a few jumps and kicks. The men were cheering.
We kicked high so they could see the panties under the skirts.
We shook our pom-poms and our chests to the music. I leaned
forward and Karen lifted my skirt so the men could see my
pantie covered bottom.
<br>

She then did the same and I lifted her skirt. We linked arms
and did some high kicks. We threw the pom-poms to the back
of the stage.
<br>

Karen stepped behind me and her hands came around me. She
slid her hands across my stomach and up toward my breasts.
The she slid them back down and took the bottom of my sweater.
I raised my hands straight in the air. She slowly slid the
sweater up, her hands grazing against my bared skin. She
pulled it over my head and threw at the back of the stage.
I started to lower my arms but she told me to leave them up.
Her hands came back to my belly. She slid them slowly up until
they were resting on the half cups of the red bra. Her fingers
slid up and pinched each nipple. The room had gotten suddenly
quiet. The men were staring, most of them open mouthed,
as she fondled my breasts on stage. I saw Craig. He was sitting
there, open mouthed, obviously amazed and excited by what
we were doing.
<br>

I lowered my arms and Karen stood back. I could see the lust
in her eyes. She looked like she had completely forgotten
she was onstage in front of a roomful of men.
<br>

I was about to repeat what she had done to me but Karen reached
out and pulled me to her in a hug. Our lips met.
<br>

Her tongue entered my mouth. Her hands reached up for my
breasts . I reached down and pulled her sweater up. We had
to break the kiss as I pulled it over her head.
<br>

I whispered, "Don't forget we are not alone."
That seemed to break her out of her trance. She released
my breasts and stood back.
<br>

She went to one side of the runway as I went to the other, letting
the men see our near naked chests. As we passed in the middle,
Karen's hand reached out and grabbed my skirt. The
velcros gave and the dress unwrapped from around my hips.
I reached over and pulled hers. I took her skirt and walked
to the back part of the stage. It joined the pile as did mine.
<br>

We danced on opposite sides of the runway again. I decided
it was my turn for some fun. I snuck up behind Karen and unhooked
her bra. I slid my hands under the cups and removed the half
bra. My hands slid up to her breasts and I fondled them. They
were already quite erect, and the soft skin felt great.
I was quite wet and could feel Karen pushing her ass back
against my crotch.
<br>

Her hands reached around behind her and she placed them
on my bottom, pulling my closer to her. I tried to break apart,
and Karen grabbed my bra to stop me. She worked her hands
along the strap till she came to the hook. She unhooked it.
While she was putting my bra on the pile, I took the opportunity
to head down the runway. Things were getting a little out
of control. I didn't know if I could stop if we kept on
teasing one another.
<br>

Karen caught up with me in the middle of the runway.
<br>

I turned towards her and she pulled me to her and we embraced.
Her naked breasts rubbed against mine. Her hands slid down
my back. They slid under the panties and onto my bottom.
I allowed my hands to follow suit. She had tight buns, and
the skin felt so soft.
<br>

"Okay, let's take them down together",
Karen whispered. We both bent at the waist and started sliding
each other s panties down, with our hands within them.
<br>

When we had them down to the knees, we nearly tripped over
each other. We both stood straight and let them drop down
to our feet. Then we stepped out of them.
<br>

Karen faced the crowd on one side of the runway and I did the
same on the other. It was time to let the men back into the
act. We switched side and strutted down the runway. Karen
came up behind me and her hand reached down for my mound.
I humped my backside against her and could feel her pubic
hair against my bottom. She slid her hand through my hair
and reached my opening. Her fingers pulled the lips apart
exposing the pink inside for the men to enjoy. The music
stopped (we really hadn't been using it for some time
anyway). I knew Karen could feel how hot I was. My hands reached
back for her pussy. She was wet too.
<br>

She stepped back. I guess we both realized how quiet the
room had gotten. They started another song (back to rock
& roll) but the spell had been broken. I think we were
both suddenly embarrassed. I know I turned red. We grabbed
the panties and went and picked up the pile of clothes. The
music stopped in mid song.
<br>

The announcer said, voice cracking, "Unbelievable,
Pamela and Karen, Wow!" The men started clapping
and cheering. I turned and took a bow. Karen had already
run offstage. I saw Shelly and Teri standing in the wings
and joined them. The crowd noise was getting louder.
<br>

"You had better go back out there and take another
bow", Shelly said. "I'll see if I can get
Karen back" I dropped the clothes and went back on
stage in nothing but the red pumps. I took a few more bows.
I saw Craig standing, applauding and yelling wildly. I
could plainly see the bulge in his slacks. I needed that
bulge now! I returned to the wings and put the robe on.
The crowd kept screaming.
<br>

"Where's Karen?" I asked Teri. Teri just
shook her head and pointed back at the stage. I rehung the
robe and went back out for one more curtain call. I was hoping
Karen would join me. I looked out in the crowd and I saw Karen
coming out the stage door. She had already dressed and she
practically ran to a tall, muscular man at the bar. The men
closed in around them, many reaching out to her. She dragged
him to the exit and I lost them in the crowd. I walked offstage,
disappointed. I put the robe on. Shelly joined us and we
took the clothes back to the costume room. Lisa passed us
on the way. She was going to do another show.
<br>

Well, she would have a tough act to follow.
<br>

"Karen had to leave. She did leave you this note though.",
Shelly said. I took the note from her and opened it. All that
was on it was a phone number and her signature. I put the note
in the pocket of my jeans and dressed in my street clothes.
I was still burning up and decided it was time for Craig to
do something about.
<br>

Shelly said, "If you are ever back up here, give me
a call. I'll take you to that beach we had talked about."
She gave me her number and then I headed for the door to the
bar.
<br>

I didn't want to be mobbed as Karen had been so Shelly
arranged for a waitress to get Craig so we could leave the
back way.
<br>

Craig still had the look of lust in his eyes. He also was slightly
drunk.
<br>

We embraced quickly and I said, "Get me out of here."
Shelly showed us the back way out and suddenly, we were out
in the parking lot. Craig was too drunk to drive and I was
too horny to wait so we ran down to the beach and found a sand
dune. I tore my jeans and panties down and dropped to my knees.
Craig just dropped his pants, not even taking them all
the way off. He entered me from behind swiftly. It was savage
and fast but I needed satisfaction. I never even got my blouse
off. I collapsed in the sand and Craig rolled off of my side.
<br>

We just laid in the sand, naked from the waist down, oblivious
to the world. Our breathing slowed downed to more normal
and I pulled my pants back on.
<br>

Craig had sobered up a little bit. He held me and asked me
how I felt. I had mixed emotions. I had enjoyed putting the
show on. I felt a little guilty though for having done so
much in front of everyone.
<br>

Also, I was having mixed feelings about how excited other
women had made me that night. I told him that I felt fine and
that I had enjoyed myself. Craig looked relieved and suggested
we might want retire to our room.
<br>

He said that he wanted details of my experience but wanted
to be in a more comfortable environment.
<br>

We drove in silence back to the hotel. In the room, I excused
myself and went to the bathroom to clean up. I looked in the
mirror and saw myself as for the first time. The extra heavy
make-up that had looked so well under the stage lights,
looked garish. I took a long hot shower. I put a sexy teddie
that I had packed to impress Craig with. I wondered if it
would still excite him after having seen me in worse on stage.
<br>

Craig whistled approvingly as I emerged from the bathroom.
I told him that I wanted to hear his side of the story first
as I joined him in the bed.
<br>

"Okay, the first dancer, what was her name?"
"Elizabeth", I supplied him.
<br>

"Yeah, she came out all dressed in pink. She kept moving
so you never really got a good look at her. She had a bald pussy
though! I thought that was really exciting. Then your friend
Karen came out. All decked out in a see through red nightie.
She had matching underwear and a garter b

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that was very erotic the author is very good to bad it ended
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1/15/2005