Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Drunk at the Strip Club By Wendy (email@example.com) Disclaimer, Adults only, Disclaimer, Descriptions of unsafe Sex, Disclaimer Exhibition (3F's at strip club) 200M/3F (no sex), romantic F/F (sex) Drunk at the Strip Club By Wendy (Chapter one, I'm bored, what about you?) It was the summer after my high school graduation. I was already eighteen and so were my two best girlfriends. I think the biggest reason any of the following happened at all, is that this was the first time since junior high school that all three of us were without boyfriends at the same time. I had just broken off with the best lover of my life, Alex. (see Wendy's lessons) and all of us had been having a lot more sex in the not so recent past, than we were now. I was always the wild one of the group. I didn't think I was really that much worse than any of my friends, but there were a lot of people who would take issue with that. In fact, the three of us were a bigger group before two of our friends were forbidden by their mothers to hang out with me without an adult with us. You'd think I'd get a lot more sympathy for having been one of two girls kidnapped and tortured by a madman who was sent to jail for nearly twenty years for trying, among other things, to burn my poor pussy to a crisp, but I guess their mom's heard about the wild sex parties that had led up to the whole incident. I thought that this society had moved beyond saying that any rape victim was `asking for it'. I guess if your teen aged daughter is hanging out with her, you don't want to take any chances. For any of you unfamiliar with that story (Wendy's Lessons). Just before my 18th birthday I met a much older man who was into my public display and sexual slavery. I fell deeply in love with him, and as a result, became not just his sexual slave, but that of another man too and served as a sex slave to both of them at once. I did my first S&M stuff with them and went places specifically for group sex, not to mention being made to expose myself in public and a lot of other kinky stuff too. I actually went to a full blown sex party/orgy and made love with both men and women there, plus many other exploits you'll have to read that story to hear. It all ended when I went to visit a girlfriend, the one I made love with at the party, and her boyfriend went crazy while playing S&M games and nearly killed both of us. As I said, his sexual repertoire has changed to bending over for his cellmate. Anyway, since I turned 18 by that time, I didn't have the protection of being a minor and not being named in the papers and while I might have gotten the same treatment as a sex crime victim, it was clear that people were tossing coins about whether I was really a victim. The fact that my kidnapper was insane was shown by the fact that all he wanted to talk about in court was all the kinky sex I had done with him and in his presence. That might have gone better for him if it weren't for the fact that he was an adult during all of that time and I was not until nearly the end. He even drew some more charges from his own testimony. But the wild orgies and tales of my sexual slavery followed me. It really pissed me off. I mean what about being sexually wild and going to orgies makes anyone think you are in any way less of a victim when a madman tries to torture you to death? What is it about liking to have lots of sex with lots of people that makes anyone think you want to be tortured to death more than anyone else does? Don't get me started. In any case, thank god I was ending high school. After the newspaper reports of some of the things I did and were done to me, it would have been a living hell to have to walk the school halls and see the boys trying to picture me doing stuff like that as I walked past them. As it was, I had to take make-up finals and didn't go to my graduation. I will forever be in the debt of the local mayor who, soon after, got caught with a teenage boy and made me old news very quickly. Things died down considerably after I wasn't the latest sex scandal in the town. Then, after one of my former classmates peeled for Playboy, I wasn't even the local harlot anymore. My best girlfriend's older brother was graduating from College in the Midwest. While the Midwest is usually somewhere I would never choose to go, I was up for going somewhere that people didn't whisper behind my back as I passed by. Tina thought it would be a lark for us all to go there together. Tina's mom was willing to foot the bill for us to join her after Tina refused to go otherwise. I think a lot of Tina's Mom's reasoning was it was better to have all of us there with her than to let Tina stay behind alone. Her mom got us a suite of rooms at a motel that was right on the edge of the campus itself. None of us had any idea when we went, but we found out soon after arriving there that this was a `near beer' state. For those of you who do not understand this concept, You are allowed to drink at eighteen. However, the only thing you can drink is `near beer' This is beer that is brewed to be only 3.2% alcohol. I tried some, and it tastes like the piss of someone who drank beer. (please don't ask me how I know that) But near beer is not really the deal. The deal, is that you are allowed into bars at eighteen. Fuck the near beer, once you are into the bar it is an easy game. The hard part is getting in the door. But not in a near beer state. You don't even need a fake ID. You order a near beer and start drinking from the glass of the twenty-one year old sitting next to you. We never met a single twenty-one year old, all the time we were there, who wasn't just fine with letting two beautiful California blonds plus a redhead, drink from their glass. It was a Saturday night and Tina's mom wanted us to go with her to a formal dinner at Tina's brother's fraternity house. Katie and I looked pleadingly at Tina. Formal dinner? Frat house? I don't think so. Tina told her mom that it was too much to ask. Further that if she made us go, we would scandalize the dinner. What a great threat, I thought, if only I had thought of this one for my Mom, I could have gotten out of so much. We told Tina's Mom we were going to go to the local campus bar for a while and come back as soon as we had to pee so we didn't have to use the yucky bathrooms at these college bars. We told her that we would call her cell when we got back to the room. So we knew we were in a position to do whatever we wanted for the evening. We actually did go to the local bar, but even holding court at a bar booth and allowing the worthy to give us their real alcohol in exchange for the ability to attempt to seduce us, had gotten really old in the past few days. We met lots of guys and it was clear we had our pick of them, but we never met three together that were acceptable and we were definitely a package deal. We were sitting with Woody. We were half sloshed and having a great time with his name. A guy named Woody was just perfect where we were. Between the hick value, and the sexual implications, we loved hanging with Woody and calling him by name. Woody this and Woody that. Besides, Woody had a taste for hard liquor. Woody ordered whiskey after whiskey and while I'm sure the bartender knew he wasn't drinking all of it. I think the bartender was rooting for Woody's chances with the three California girls who had been cock teasing the entire bar for that last couple of days and was happy to help him get us drunk. And drunk we got. Katie was the first to need to pee, but once she announced the need, we realized how much we all needed to pee out all the whiskey. We whispered amongst ourselves and even considered taking Woody back to the motel for the night of his life, but realized the fact that we were considering it at all, showed that we were really getting drunk. Tina told Woody that if he left with us and bought us a bottle, she would really, really appreciate it. She was thinking that after our whispering that maybe he figured that he was going to get really, really lucky indeed. Woody told us that liquor stores were the only place to get hard booze and they were all controlled by the state and closed by now. He said that he had a full bottle at his place and would we like to come home with him. Nice try Woody, you had a better chance when it was our idea, not yours. We suggested that Woody get us the bottle and afterward we would see. I guess even the hint of a shot at the California girls was enough, and Woody left to get the bottle. We told him where we were staying (but not the room number) and gave him the phone number at the motel. While the peeing story had been just for Tina's mom, we really didn't want to pee in the bar so we went back to the motel and even called Tina's mom to say we were safe. We were all pretty drunk already and literally drew straws to see who would go down and give Woody a cheap thrill for the bottle. We certainly weren't going to fuck him, but he had gone the extra mile and we felt he deserved something. Katie drew the short straw and went down and got the bottle from Woody. Almost an hour later Katie returned. She was a little breathless and her clothes were all askew, but she had most of the bottle. We all sat down with the bottle to hear the tale of Katie and Woody, to see if it involved Woody's woody. Several drinks later Katie told the tale of a fairly innocent make-out session with Woody that turned hot faster than Katie was ready for. It seems Woody is a great kisser and even better with his hands. and the later had been all everywhere under Katie's clothes. She said he had her so turned on she was even thinking of doing the nasty with him right there in the car. But just as she was making up her mind, she grabbed Woody's woody through the waistband of his pants, and despite all his drinking, he blew his load right there in her hand. Katie decided that getting it on with someone who blew it with so little stimulation was not the guy to end her frustration and let Woody know it. Woody was really upset about blowing his chance but what could he say? He didn't even ask for anything for the bottle. Katie said she hoped for his sake he didn't go back to the bar because she had wiped his load all over the front of his pants while he was still `distracted' and thought she was still just rubbing his crotch. The three of us were soon rolling on the floor in drunken laughter imagining the sight of Woody leaving the bar with the three of us and returning an hour later with cum all over the front of his pants. We finished Woody's bottle and saw that it was still only a bit after nine. We were pretty sloshed and decidedly bored and Katie was talking about how she should have fucked Woody anyway, that he could have hung in there much better the second time around, as we all know about guys. She started talking about how horny she was after Woody's hands had been all over her and she actually had a stiff dick in her hand for the first time in way too long, even if only for a moment. We all started talking about how long it had been since any of us had been laid. Katie's talk of Woody's manipulations of her crotch and a detailed description of how his cock felt in her hand, had us all really horny. For probably the first time in our friendship, I was the one who had been without sex the longest. It had been months since Alex and I broke it off and I hadn't been with anyone since. Ironically, when you are the town harlot it is actually harder to find a lover. It makes you conquest material and ruins your sex life. You can't just have some anonymous quickie, like usual, because you know the guy is going to shout it from the rooftops. No one wants to be your boyfriend, they just want to be able to say they fucked you. I hadn't had sex for the longest time since I had started having sex at 14. We started playing truth or dare (all girls, how pathetic) and It turned out that Tina was the one with the most recent sex. While without a boyfriend, she had a secret fuck buddy and had made love only a week ago. Tina's mom came back from the dinner and was so happy and surprised to see we were in the room that she didn't really care that we were drunk. I think she was secretly happy, thinking it would keep us from going out and getting into more trouble. She went off to her room and we knew we were free to do what we wanted. But what were we going to do? No car, no friends, no place to go, and way too drunk to come up with anything. Katie, being the horniest and probably the drunkest, found one of those "Things to do" guides they stocked the room with. Among the parks and the zoo was a paid ad for a bar that was on the same street as our motel that advertised an amateur strip night every Saturday night, and here it was Saturday night. Katie was so drunk and horny that she said, "Where better to find our pick of really horny guys than a strip club?" Never mind that finding horny guys had never been a problem for any of us, in fact, they usually found us. We were so sloshed that Katie seemed to be making sense and we didn't object when she called a cab. We all checked ourselves out and piled into the cab and went off to this strip bar. Once at the door, we smelled the smoke and heard all the men yelling and making sexual references and started having second thoughts about even going in, it was attractive and repelling at the same time. The doorman told us that we had to agree to be part of the show or pay the $20 cover. We weren't really ready to commit and one of the bartenders, who was also the manager, hoping to get the stunning trio, who were obviously from out of town, out of their clothes, invited us in for free and moved some people so we could sit near the stage. He then told us in a very conspiratorial voice that if even one of us entered the competition, he would bring us any drinks we wanted for free but they would have to be in a beer glass. "Great!" I said, "Bring me a whiskey." "Which one of you is entering the strip contest? He asked me. "Bring us all drinks and we'll tell you when you get back. By the way, what are the prizes?" I asked. "Three hundred, two hundred, and one hundred, respectively for 1st, 2nd and 3rd." said the manager. "God, are you really going to get on stage and strip?" Asked Tina after he left. "No!", I said, "We all are! Look, we're nearly two thousand miles from anyone we know and we can all split any winnings among ourselves. If we ever are going to do anything like this ever in our lives it is here and now!" Are you beginning to see why I have friends whose mothers won't let them hang out with me? "I'm not about to go up there and strip alone, so if you won't strip with me, you are the one's who will have to pay our bar bill and tell the manager. I hope we aren't busted for underage drinking when the bartender gets pissed. Plus, this was your idea Katie." "My idea was to come to a strip club, it was not my idea to be the entertainment." She replied. "Look, if you girls can say to me with a completely straight face that it never crossed your mind that we might enter the contest, you don't have to do it, I'm going to trust your honesty...Well?" "Ok, yeah I thought about it, but that's a long way from getting onstage in a bar full of screaming horny guys and taking my clothes off. " Said Tina. "I'm still frustrated to death from Woody groping me, even if I could ever strip in public, which I would never do, I don't know if I could take the added heat of being naked in front of all these guys. I'd really want to fuck somebody then and I'm way too drunk to be able to make a good choice!" "Yeah.", I said, "But did you come here thinking that there was really NO way that you might do it?" "Ok, ok, but you have to go first." They both answered. "Alright, but if you two don't follow, I'll tell your mom where we went and that it was Katie's idea." "Be sure to mention that you were the stripper." added Tina. We all broke into laughter with that one, just as the bartender came back with the drinks. "Who's stripping?" he asked. "All of us." I giggled, "I'm pretty much ready now, but these two need more booze to do it." "Consider it done," said the bartender, "The contest doesn't start for half an hour, so drink up." Tina and Katie looked at me, "Are we really going to be strippers? Are we really gonna dance naked in public? Shit Wendy, you've had public sex, this is old hat for you, but we're not so sure." Said Tina. "Come on, it'll be fun. I know I've always fantasized about doing it, but how can you do it where you live? Look, Katie, Tina, in spite of my scandalous past, at an orgy all the girls are naked, so you aren't necessarily the center of attention. Getting up on stage in front of an audience and stripping is completely new territory for me too. This is an opportunity to fulfill a fantasy that may never happen again." I said, lying to my best girlfriends. I had told them about my stripping for Alex in the hotel room in Santa Cruz. I had even shown them the scandalous red bathing suit and told them about having to show my ass in it. I even confessed to the curtain being open to a semi crowded beach during the strip for him, and all before I was eighteen. I had told them about being topless in a casino in Reno, but not about how I met the man Alex was to share me with and I didn't begin to admit the incident where Alex invited a half dozen men to watch me masturbate. So technically, it was far from my first time naked in public, or even stripping in front of a crowd but I never had been a stripper in a bar, just me on a stage. So I wasn't really lying. "Tell me you never thought about doing this." I said as we clinked our glasses and all caught each other checking out our own and each other's tits in the bar mirror. "I guess if we're all checking out our goods, we're gonna do it, right?", I noted. Drunk at the Strip Club By Wendy (Chapter two, Showtime) About twenty minutes and three rounds of whiskey in beer glasses later, the manager said it was time to go back stage for the signing of the releases and for the ground rules. We went backstage where there were about half a dozen other girls. "Ground rules?" asked Katie. It seems there are strict laws about stripping here. The bartender said that we could keep our thongs on if we wanted, but that he never saw anyone win money who had. He went on to explain that there were no open beaver shots. Once you were nude below the waist, you could not open your legs in the direction of the audience. Also, we could play with our boobs all we wanted, but once the clothes came off, there was no touching our pussies. To do so was instant disqualification and if there was an undercover cop in the audience, which there usually was, you could go to jail. He explained that each of us would dance for three songs. That the custom was to get your outer clothes off during the first number, go topless at some point in the second song, and let it all hang out for at least some portion of the last tune. He said there was some break away clothing in a dressing room offstage if we thought our own clothes would be too hard to do a strip routine in. "Can I turn around and give them a `peach shot'? I asked him. The manager gave me a broad knowing smile, encouraged that we were going to put on a good show, and said, "Only if your knees are touching and it isn't obvious that all you are doing is showing off your pussy. In other words, try to make it part of a dance move, don't just stand there and shake your pussy at the crowd or you might get busted. That's really dancing the line, so be careful how you part your legs coming out of that position. Thinking about what we were actually going to do on stage, we all thought that we might be too drunk to get our bras off easily, so we decided to check out what they had. It was all Skank City!!! Not only were the strip club clothes something only a low-class stripper would wear, but they clearly hadn't been washed in months. They looked like you could get an STD from trying them on. I decided to start out without a bra at all. Katie and Tina were pretty sure they could get out of theirs. It's probably time to tell you what the guys were about to see. I am five feet tall and a little under a hundred pounds. I have straight blond hair to my ass and wear a 34D bra. I know that 34D doesn't sound really huge, but on my tiny frame my breasts really stick out and look much bigger than they are. I have a tight butt with just a hint of a scar on my right cheek where Alex hit me with a whip when he was really pissed, but nothing you could see from a stage. I'm trimmed, but not totally shaved, with enough hair that you know I'm really a blond. Tina, my best friend, is around five feet four with curly blond hair about half way down her back. Her bra is a 36 DD and while my breasts look big, hers really are. She has a bit more meat on her than I do, but she's anything but fat. She is shaved bare. Because of her great curves, I always teased her that she was created by a man. Then there's Katie. I don't sleep with girls anymore, but if I did, it would be with Katie. She is just flat out beautiful. She has strawberry blond hair down to her ass, which at five foot eight is a lot of hair. Her breasts have the most beautiful shape and completely defy gravity. They aren't shabby in size at a 36 C. But her tits aren't about size, they are just plain gorgeous. She has a completely natural bush and if mine were that color I wouldn't shave it either. She has a perfect triangle which is a little redder than her long hair. While I'm really proud of my butt, hers is so perfect that I wouldn't dare do a strip following her if she showed her ass during hers. I don't mean to brag, Ok, I admit it, I do mean to brag! When we went backstage and signed the papers, two girls dropped out before we even started. They just weren't up to taking on the trio from California. I had been expecting to go up against some apple cheeked, corn fed, big titted, girls-next-door from Hugh Hefner's wet dreams. I guess those girls were all at home fucking their boyfriends, `cause they sure weren't here. We asked the manager if we could be the last three and he agreed, The music started and the first girl went out. She was a fairly pretty blond with big tits and as we learned by the third song, a `landing strip' for a bush and the carpet didn't match the drapes. Something you want to think about before stripping onstage. Her ass was nice and round, but not very tight. It shook so much when she danced that all three of us all clenched our butts involuntarily and looked behind us, now `warned' of this problem. Just above her ass she, and all the other girls, had one of those tattoos I have heard derogatorily referred to as a `tramp stamp'. I hadn't seen the other girl's crotches yet, but this one had some Japanese characters tattooed where her full bush should have been. I don't have anything against tattoos, but I'm pretty sure my naked body isn't boring enough to need any decorations to add to the fun. Besides, if I'm naked down there, I don't want you looking at any other art than the `art' of my naked body. As for the Japanese writing, if you have your face in my pussy, I really don't want you reading. Katie peeked out of the curtains. "Shit!!!" she exclaimed, "There must be two hundred drunk college boys out there, not including the dirty old men. Are we really going to strip for them?" "If Tina has to drag you and I have to rip your clothes off, you're going to strip for them, got it?" Katie went to the barkeep and asked for another drink. I turned to Tina and said, "I'll go first and then Katie. You can close the show, but don't let Katie talk you into her going last or I think she'll chicken out. The next girl went out. They were following the plan and not getting completely naked until about ten to fifteen seconds before the music stopped. I strolled over to the DJ, in the wings, to make sure we got the right music. He said that they didn't let the girls choose their own music, but I was braless by now and made it a point to bend over in front of him and touch his arm to talk. I think this put him on our side. I went back to my friends and there was only one more girl before me. I did a last minute inspection, which included a little lipstick on my nipples and nether lips. Tina saw me do this and borrowed my lipstick for the same purpose, then Tina insisted on doing Katie's tits because she has such faint pink nipples. I realized that the big difference between me and my friends is that they were building the courage, while I was thinking about how to win. But now Katie was having a lot of trouble just standing up. I couldn't have chosen a better girl to follow. She couldn't dance worth shit and her looks weren't anything to write home about, either. She was a bit skanky looking in the face and her middle and bottom suggested a fondness for ice cream. I found it strange that the typical girl came offstage and couldn't wait to wrap herself in something while she retrieved her clothes. Somehow it was ok to be stark naked, strutting it in front of over two hundred cheering guys, but god forbid a stagehand or another girl sees you naked. It was almost as though they were trying to take back their nakedness. Like the girl before me. she left the stage completely naked, but ran past me like I was a rapist and pulled a towel around her as she ran. What's that about? The bartender turned to me and said, "You're on!" A great `bump and grind' type tune I didn't recognize came on and I strolled out to the middle of the stage. The curtain opened and I now realized why the girls couldn't wait to get dressed. Even if you were Ok with being naked in front of a couple of hundred guys, and God knows, I was Ok with it. The leering and the catcalls made you feel really dirty before you took anything off. Guys were grabbing themselves through their pants, shaking their dicks and yelling "Fuck me, Baby!" The whole scene was really gross. But then I thought, what was I expecting? Were there going to be groups of men sitting in three-piece suits tapping their teacups with their spoons? No, these guys had just paid out twenty dollars, probably taken out of their cherished drug fund, to see me and other girls take their clothes off. If anything, I was the one out of place in this situation, me in the middle of the stage with my clothes still on. Well, at least that was easy to fix. I have no idea if I stood there figuring this all out for a minute or just a couple of seconds. I couldn't gauge by the crowd, to them I was clearly late in taking my clothes off, before I ever got to the stage. I got into the bump and grind music and started `shaking my booty' like the black girls taught me in Jr. high. The fact that I wasn't wearing a bra, was completely evident the minute I started dancing. Given my tiny frame and large breasts, clothes never fit me anyway. My boobs were knocking around in my blouse and there were no rules for how soon you stripped, so remembering to face away from the crowd for the tease, while I took it off, I lost my blouse by the middle of the first number and then pulled off my skirt so that by the start of the second number I was down to my thong. I suddenly realized the reason for the standard formula. I was looking at another seven minutes on the stage with nothing but a thong for a prop. I took up most of the second number by standing, facing away from the crowd, bent over at the waist (I'm very limber, I can kiss my ankles like that.) and letting my bare boobs get framed by my barely covered pussy and my wide spread legs. Now all that was visible was the backs of my legs and my butt with my red thong and my ass in the air, with my boobs sticking out from between my legs. The guys loved it but started booing when I brought my legs together. I won them back when inch by inch I pulled the thong down my legs. I think the boys liked it all the more that it got stuck in my crotch. I wasn't about to part my legs and get arrested. It might be hard to explain to Tina's mom, let alone, mine. I worked the thong down my legs just a tiny bit at a time so the boys could pretend to follow it down while they were really staring at my pussy sticking out between my thighs. Just as the second song was coming to a close, I got the thong to pull out of my wet pussy and down to my ankles and started shimmying my ass. Being careful to keep my knees together, I stepped out of the thong, straightened up, turned around, shook my boobs and parted my legs slightly. I was thinking that I hoped the cop wasn't in the first row or I could have been busted for that move. I was completely out of things to do that weren't illegal or broke any shred of modesty I still possessed. I was really wondering what I was going to do for the next three and a half minutes when the DJ inspired me. The refrain of "I Touch Myself" came over the speakers. Of course, strippers don't need props, I thought to myself, damnit, strippers ARE props! I got my knees together (no sense tempting fate) and started rubbing my boobs while moving to the music, pretending(?) to get off on it. I remembered the prohibition about touching my pussy and while looking at the manager I put my hands on my knees and brought them up my inner thighs. Well below my crotch, I moved them back so I stroked my ass and brought them back around to lift my boobs, in one sweeping motion. I looked at him with questioning eyes and he was nodding his head and clapping with everyone else. So it was just as I thought, I could touch anywhere but my actual pussy. Getting that go ahead, I turned away from the audience, stuck my butt out at them and started undulating with my hands a little in front of my crotch. I'm sure the manager was happy because he was in the wings where it was clear that my hands were several inches from my pussy. But I'm sure from the vantage point of 99% of the crowd, I was getting me off. I kept my hands from their view and undulated my butt faster, then slower, then faster. I started in a circular motion, but by the end of the song I was just humping the air in front of me. I pretended to orgasm right at the part of the song where the singer starts first talking and then moaning, like she is cuming. If what I was doing didn't give you the idea of what I was doing, The Divinyls did. The song ended and I grabbed my clothes off the floor, giving the crowd a last look at my boobs. I scampered off the stage like the other girls, but purposely tripped, like I couldn't walk very well, right after having cum. It gave the simulation extra credibility. I didn't quite fall, but the guys got the idea. Also, the save to right myself afterward involved parting my legs quite a bit more than a little. Let's see them bust me for catching my balance. As they say, The crowd went crazy! I didn't even take time to put my clothes on when I went to find Katie. Besides our pact to all strip, which I wasn't about to let her out of, I have to admit that I really wanted to see her out there, struttin' her stuff, just for myself. It's not like I had never seen her naked, in ten years of being best girlfriends I had seen everything but an "open beaver shot", as the manager put it, and even could have if I weren't too ladylike and looked away. Girls look, for sure, we look, but we don't stare. I even knew what she looked like before she grew tits and a bush. But there is a tremendous difference between seeing her change into a bikini and seeing her dance naked in front of a bar full of men, and I have no doubt that all these guys would back me up on that. She was slumped in a chair by the stage, barely conscious, and really shit faced. I tugged on her, with no real response other than a couple of moans and a, "No. Wendy, I can't, I'm really fucked-up, I don't think I can do this." I called Tina over and told her to take Katie's place and I would make sure she made the third spot. I spent most of Tina's act bringing Katie around. I knew Tina was driving them crazy. She once showed me a movie that a boyfriend had taken of her doing a strip for him. While I knew that her stage act couldn't involve pulling her pussy lips open as she did for her boyfriend, I bet she was sucking on her own big tits like she did on tape. I had every confidence in her to be able to snag a prize, as long as the sleaze factor that got to me at the start of my act didn't inhibit her too much. I slapped Katie across the face, not hard, but enough to get her attention. "Honey!!. I almost yelled. Dropping my voice, I moved the curtain that blocked her view of the stage, "There is your best girlfriend getting stark naked in front of two hundred guys because you said we could count on you. Here is your other best girlfriend naked on her knees beside you having simulated fucking myself for those same guys, also because of what you pledged. Is the story of this night going to be about how Tina and Wendy did the deed, but Katie who brought us here in the first place broke her word and chickened out?" I was laying it on heavy. Katie stood up and I had to help keep her upright. She was every bit as fucked-up as she said she was. I didn't care. I was thinking about my threat to have Tina drag her out on stage and me ripping her clothes off. I'm sure it would be a crowd pleaser, but if there was a cop in the audience, he might have something to say about the semi-unconscious girl being stripped on the stage. I slapped Katie again and she shook her head as if to clear it. She looked over at Tina who was completely naked by now and shakin' all her stuff, which is a lot of stuff. It was near the end of the last song. "Like that?" she said pointing at Tina. "I can do that! I know I can do that, I've done that, for my old boyfriend! I won't let my friends down". I had already doubted that she had done this for an audience of more than one. I also had serious doubts about her staying upright during a ten minute strip. Given that she is the most modest of the three of us and the real sleaze factor in the bar, she was probably right to have gotten so blitzed, but damnit, she had to go out there and strip, we did! It was now time for Katie's strip. The music was about to start, Tina was now offstage and standing there naked, holding her clothes in her hands, saying, "Katie, with that body and your secret weapon, your red bush, if you come in anywhere below second, we'll never let you live it down". With a little push from me, Katie stumbled onto the stage. The song came on and Katie, drunk on her ass, tried to get into the music. While dancing, without staggering beyond reason, she managed to get down to her underwear by the end of the first song. She was so drunk I don't think the sleaze factor was hurting her, she probably couldn't really focus on the crowd. The second song started and she reached behind her to un snap her bra. She was just too drunk to do it. I had been with a few guys who got too drunk to undo a bra hook, but since we girls do it at least a couple of times a day, and it is second nature, I had never seen any girl too pissed to get her bra off. But there stood Katie in her underwear with her arms behind her back. She had stopped moving to the music and it looked like she sort of forgot where she was and just focused on getting her bra off. The guys didn't know what to think. It was too painful to watch. In spite of the fact that I still didn't have a stitch on, I had to run to her rescue, this is one of my `buds'. I ran out from the wings and from behind her and grabbed her bra hook and got in her ear and said, "Just dance, damnit!" She started moving to the music again and I figured that a couple of minutes of her fumbling with her bra was enough tease and undid the hook while she was facing the crowd. I pulled the straps off her shoulders and her bra fell to the stage. The crowd really went crazy now. Here was a naked woman peeling clothes off another. It was their dream come true. Katie's now bare, perfect tits didn't hurt the impact of the show, I'm sure. I figured she was Ok now and turned to leave the stage. Exhibitionist or not, I had put in my time on this stage already and wasn't that anxious for more. I saw the manager shaking his head and motioning me to stay put. He liked the show as it was and clearly so did the crowd. I now noticed what I'm sure the manager was aware of when he motioned me to stay out there. Katie was so blitzed that it wasn't clear she could stay upright, let alone keep going on her own. She had made it out here by herself and gotten her outerwear off and tried to get her bra off. I figured the manager was Ok with it, and so a cop couldn't say she was there against her will. I started getting into performing again and now figured if I was really a part of the show, I needed to put on a show. I still really wanted us to win this thing. I dropped to my knees behind Katie and crawled around in front of her in an exaggerated circle, crawling really slowly from behind her on her right and ending up on her left side slightly in front of her, giving the maximum number of guys a look at my ass and my pussy peeking out between my legs, as I crawled. From my new position, on my knees at her side, I reached up and using my teeth, pulled her panties down just enough to expose that beautiful red bush. The crowd was still going berserk watching one naked California blond strip another. At that point, somewhere between the encouragement from the crowd or the thumping of the stripper's music. Katie started dancing again. I continued to try to pull her panties the rest of the way down, both to continue the strip and to try to keep her legs together so she didn't get busted. I was sure she was too far gone to remember what she wasn't allowed to do. Fortunately she was also the most modest of our group so `spreading them' wasn't really in her repertoire. The second song ended and I thought to myself, "Only a little more than three minutes to go. I think we're all winners!" Katie's panties were just about mid-thigh and I was still on my knees next to her. The last song started and I got the bright idea, (remember here that I am pretty drunk too) to turn Katie sideways and start kissing her butt and let my mouth trail down and take her panties the rest of the way off, still with my teeth. I figured that would get us first prize nearly as well as blowing the first row. It was great on paper. I grabbed Katie's hips and turned her slightly so that most of the crowd could still see her terrific bush, but others could see my lips on her ass. I started kissing my way down her inner thigh from behind and I guess Katie, who was completely in her own drunken world by now, thought it felt really good (remember she got us here because she was really horny) because she started to part her legs and push her butt in my face. Fortunately, even with my face in her butt, I was in a good position to hold her legs enough together to not break the law. I managed to get her panties back in my mouth and started pulling them off. Unfortunately, the pressure I put on the outside of her knees started to topple her. Being so drunk, by the time she started to catch her balance, I had her panties around her ankles and as she tried to stay upright the panties tripped her up and she fell right on top of me. Well not exactly on top of me. She hit me with a glancing blow and landed on her ass, facing the audience with her panties torn off one ankle and still hanging from the other, her legs spread on the stage toward the cheering crowd. I guess with her butt on the stage, this didn't break the rules and the music played on. Katie was only semi-conscious now and I figured that if we just sat there on the stage we wouldn't win. I got up and put my hands under her arms, but between the hot lights, the hot situation, and all her drinking, her pits were too slippery and I had to reach further. Looking for something to hang on to, there was nothing but her breasts. Now remember that I am only five feet tall and Katie is eight inches taller, not to mention heavier. So here I am, my own boobs flopping around her head, hands on her tits, trying to get her on her feet. I was nearly as drunk as she was or I never would have tried. The crowd didn't care that I wasn't making any progress, they just loved watching one naked woman pull on the tits of another. It was about this time with only another minute of music left that Tina drunkenly decided she had to save us. Tina had still not put her clothes on either and came out from behind the curtain to thunderous applause. The count on stage was now six naked tits and three beavers. These boys thought they had died and gone to heaven. Tina who is taller than me, but not as tall as Katie, grabbed Katie's right arm and motioned for me to let go of her tits and grab her left. We got her to her feet and her legs were so rubbery that we didn't have to worry about her breaking the law, her legs just hung under her. We started holding her up and dancing in an exaggerated way so her body would move with us. But we were all too drunk and as we tried to thrust our hips out for a finale, Katie pitched forward and we all toppled off the stage into the crowd. Drunk at the Strip Club By Wendy (Chapter three, and the winner is...) Have you ever witnessed a fight over a baseball in the stands, where the ball lands and there is an instant pile of grabbing, fighting people where it landed? It was a lot like that. I guess getting instantly felt up by countless hands was a lot better than getting hurt, but it was still disconcerting. None of us got anywhere near the floor. Hundreds of hands, all trying to land on a tit or a pussy or an ass went up from the crowd and caught us. It was both erotic and creepy. In an instant there were several fingers in my pussy and up my ass and so many guys were pinching my breasts that it really hurt. There wasn't an inch of my body not covered with searching fingers. I knew there was no way that Tina and Katie were experiencing anything different. After the boys had copped enough of a feel, they righted us on the stage. In fact, a few guys wanted to linger up there, but as they saw the manager start to run towards them from the wings they thought better of it. After the fall, Tina and I were too disoriented to do much more than hold Katie up. She was completely out now. So much so, that we had to explain to her when she got out of the shower later that night why there was a fingernail scratch on her inner thigh right next to her bush. That it was because she had been felt up by scores of men earlier in the night. We all had, and it was all her fault. Tina and I stood there naked, holding up Katie between us, the feel of rough hands all over us still fresh in our minds, when the song ended and the curtain closed. Tina and I dragged Katie over to the chair I had forced her out of a very long ten minutes ago. Tina's and my clothes lay there in a heap but we were both more concerned about waking Katie up than getting dressed. Tina looked at our clothes and realized that Katie's were still on the stage. I noticed a glass with a couple of inches of something clear in it, next to me. There were still a couple of little ice cubes in it and I stuck a finger in and tasted, to make sure it wasn't gross or sticky. I thrust the liquid right on her breasts, and the ice fell straight to her crotch. She jumped up and screamed, but you couldn't really hear it over the noise the crowd was making. Tina returned with everything, including the panties that were now ripped to shreds, I guess she thought Katie might want a souvenir. Katie was finally awake, if not fully conscious. It was prize time and the way it worked was that all the girls stood out on the stage and the manager put his hand over each one and it was judged by the applause. The other girls were lining up, they had all out their underwear back on. None of us had put anything back on and Katie didn't even have panties anymore. Tina and I started ushering Katie over to the stage and she started looking at us like we were rapists. "Me, stand naked on a stage? You must be kidding!!" she said with her eyes. I said, "Trust us, we're your best girlfriends, it's gonna be Ok!" She was still pretty dubious, and I took it as a testament to friendship that she let us drag her out onto the stage. Seeing the top contenders coming back for the judging, stark naked, the other girls started shedding their underwear, so that now there were at least nine naked women standing on the stage when the curtains opened. Tina and I tightened our grip on Katie's arms. It was clear that she didn't remember anything since she first came backstage. I'm sure the crowd thought that Tina and I were still holding her up, but in fact, we were keeping her from bolting. As bad as the sleaze factor had been for Tina and I, we knew why we were standing there naked. Like I said earlier, Katie being the most modest of the group, couldn't wrap her head around why her two best friends were parading her naked around a stage in front of a huge crowd of men. Were it not for our firm grip, she clearly would have bolted. As the manager placed his hand over the other girls, there was plenty of applause, the crowd was obviously in a good mood. When he got to Tina, they completely exploded, everyone was on their feet cheering. I didn't believe that they could make anymore noise, but when the hand went over Katie, they got even more boisterous, jumping up and down and cheering. Katie was dumbfounded, certainly just her naked breasts and red bush couldn't be the source of all this attention. The hand went over me and the whole building seemed to start to shake. The manager came to lift my arm in victory, and get another good look at my body, I'm sure. But the boys in the crowd became vocal and demanded a three way tie. Good thing, I know us and the winner would have lorded it over the others for the rest of our lives. The custom was to do a victory dance for one short song and the other girls left the stage and the music came on. Someone with a sense of humor had run out and now the whole first row were wearing baseball gloves, as if to catch us. When Tina and I started to gyrate to the music, Katie looked like she was about to bolt again. Short of tying her up, there wasn't much I could do. If I grabbed her arm, it would be clear that I was holding her there against her will. If she bolted, it would be clear that she hadn't wanted to be there in the first place. Still pretty drunk, I don't know why I thought it was so important, we had already won, but working myself into a panic, I turned toward Katie, and pressed my boobs against hers. I ground my hips into her and reached up and pulled her head to mine and gave her an obvious tongue kiss. Katie was overcome by this and in her drunken fog forgot where she was again and let her hand go up and start to caress my ass. This made the crowd almost as crazy as when we fell on them. Tina was feeling like a prude and came up and while still moving her hips to the music, pressed her body into Katie's back. I picked up on Tina's movements through Katie's body, and took up the same moves. The three of us were now a Katie sandwich and she had no choice but to move with us. If this didn't bring out the cops nothing would. If any of us had dicks, we would have been fucking. Katie was no longer trying to bolt as she was back in `drunk babeland' tonguing me back and still playing with my ass. Having already won, there wasn't anything the crowd could do for us but throw money, and they did. Ones, fives, I even saw a few twenties sail by. I looked out on the crowd, thinking about the money. These guys were now clearly in a frenzy and I started getting scared. There was the manager and another bartender and the guy at the door and a bouncer or two, that was all. This was a huge crowd and they were going nuts. The curtain closed before the end of the song and the manager ran up and said, "Here's your checks, there's a cab in back. I suggest you throw enough on to not get arrested and run. I scooped up around two thirds of the money on the stage, threw on my skirt and blouse and didn't even take my bra or thong with me. I guess now the manager had some trophies too. Tina and Katie followed suit, though I later found out that Tina already had Katie's torn panties in her purse. We tumbled into the cab. I can only imagine the stories the cab driver told the next day about what he saw in the rear view. Drunk at the Strip Club By Wendy (Chapter four, back at the room) Drunk as we were, we still managed to get quietly to our room. We were so disheveled and none of us had on any underwear, so we didn't want to attract any attention, especially from Tina's mom. I still had hands full of bills, having managed to stack them during the cab ride. We all fell into the room and still very drunk, we all took a shower together. I'm sure any guy at the strip bar had visions of us all fucking each other's brains out when we got home. We only showered together because it was a really big shower and none up us wanted to sit and wait for the others. We were even sort of careful to not touch each other very much while in the shower. You have to remember this shower was as much to wash the sleaze of the strip bar off as to get the sweat of the last couple of hours off us, Doing anything untoward while trying to remove the leering of the boys, along with washing off the sweat from their probing fingers, was the furthest thing from any of our minds. We got out of the shower and were all kind of quiet even though we were still pretty drunk. I put on a man's shirt I had stolen from Alex and Tina and Katie put on fairly conservative night gowns, despite the very warm weather. It was as though we all needed to prove to ourselves and each other that there was some modicum of modesty left in any of us. Tina pulled out a joint and we all started laughing again. "This is going to make such a great story!", Tina said, "To the one or two people we dare tell it to." "How about starting with me?" Chimed in Katie. And we remembered that she only knew very select sordid details, including now, the scratch on her inner thigh. We passed the joint around and filled in Katie's knowledge of the evenings entertainment. All she really remembered was stumbling onto the stage and not being able to get her bra off. She remembered me kissing her inner thigh and pulling her panties off with my teeth. As if on cue, Tina pulled Katie's shredded panties from her purse. We all laughed hysterically She remembered sort of waking up in front of a room full of men as far as the eye could see, stark naked, with Tina and I naked at her sides holding her in front of all these guys. But she said it all seemed so outrageous that she really didn't believe it was happening. She remembered running to the cab, and even remembered the manager grabbing her between the legs from behind as she fell into the cab. We didn't even see that one. She had no memory of falling on her ass or pitching her two best friends off a stage into the hands of scores of horny molesters. She remembered sharing a passionate kiss with me on stage, but not that Tina and I were humping her from both sides while it was happening, nor would she cop to playing with my ass while I was kissing her. Talk about a selective memory. Katie seemed a bit scandalized by all our exploits, she is the tame one, but she is a great sport and it all worked out as I'm sure she was happier hearing what she had done than actually living through it. The joint was gone and we were now feeling the effects of our drunken adventure. Besides our $200 checks, we had a little over a hundred dollars in small bills. We had the story of a lifetime, even if we couldn't tell anyone, and we needed to go to bed. There were only two beds in the room and we didn't really make assigned beds. It just ended up that the last person to go to bed picked one at random. Katie made a last bathroom run and when she came out Tina and I were snuggled in separate beds. Katie crawled in behind me and as I started to move aside to give her more room, she put her hand on my tummy to stop me and snuggled up against me from behind. We both had nightgowns on, of a sort, and we had slept spooning each other since we were eight. Girls do that, it has nothing to do with sex and is no big deal. At least 99% of the time. After we lay there a while, Tina rustled in her bed and turned on her left side away from us. Katie's hand, which had never really left my tummy, was now touching the bare skin of my thigh and she was lightly kissing my neck from behind. I once had an affair with a woman. In fact, I was sure I would see her again someday. She was the woman who got me through my first orgy with my head screwed on straight. I wish I could say the same for my pussy. It was just screwed... and screwed and screwed. Not to mention inspected, whipped, sucked, peed on and put on display. At 17 I was very, very far from an innocent, but at that orgy I got fucked in ways I didn't know you could fuck. Susan held my hand, and a few other things too. But at the same time, girls aren't my `thing'. Here was one of my bestest friends since I was a little girl and I think she's trying to seduce me. I don't really think it was because she was drunk. But rather because my lips on her thigh and our tongue kiss had lit a spark. The same spark that made her play with my ass and claim not to remember. If I was going to be completely honest, I had felt it too. Drunk, as usual, was just the excuse. Was I going to let her seduce me, just as woman to woman? While this wasn't completely new territory for me, this was my girlfriend of ten years and did I really want us to move in this direction? I shifted more onto my back, which naturally parted my legs slightly. Katie, who is a head taller than me to begin with, thrust her other arm under my neck so that I was in her arms and both her hands were in front of me. She started to unbutton my shirt from the bottom. When she had my shirt completely open she started moving her hands all over my body. She certainly included my breasts and between my legs, but there wasn't really anywhere that seemed to be the focus. She must have caressed me like that for fifteen minutes, it felt great. She lifted me up slightly to pull the shirt completely off. I moved with her and helped to shed my only garment. Katie got up on one elbow and looked down at my face and continued to roam her remaining hand all over my body. She came down and kissed me passionately while at the same time cupping my sex and pressing on it, Slowly moving her hand back and forth. She wasn't in me at all, nor did she rub my clit but the slow moving pressure on my pussy really felt delicious. I kissed her back with my heart filled with love for my girlfriend and my pussy throbbing from too long without attention. We lay there, sometime kissing very gently and sweetly, sometimes hot and passionately. Sometimes she would touch my sex, others she just caressed my whole body. I felt like I had laid there passively for too long. I tugged at her nightgown and she sat up and pulled it over her head. We both drew our now naked bodies together and started kissing again. My hands drifted down to her breasts and I heard her inhale deeply when I gently pinched one of her nipples. Her hand went back between my legs and this time she allowed a finger to discover how wet I was. She rolled her finger in my wetness, then dragged it across my clit. I made an involuntary whimper. We kissed more, lots more. Katie was vigorously but gently rubbing my clit as only someone who has one knows how. Her fingers were narrow and soft, completely different than a man's and like I said, she touched me like no man ever could. She slid down me slightly and started to suckle at my breast. Again, it was so clear that she had breasts too. She knew just what pressure and frequency to play with my nipple, while driving me crazy between my legs. She started kissing her way down my body and she spent a delicious amount of time on my stomach and lower abdomen. It was very clear where she was working toward. I could barely wait. I like penises probably more than any woman I know. I love sex and I really love being pounded by a cock. But at the same time, there is something about a well trained tongue. Or as I found that night, even a well intentioned beginner. Katie got her face between my open legs and as her best girlfriend, I know mine was the first pussy she ever put her tongue in. I never would have known it, I guess there is knowledge in owning a pussy that all the experience in the world can't teach you. She stuck her tongue up me as far as she could and then dragged it across my clit at an agonizingly slow pace, sending waves of pleasure all up and down my body. She reached up with both hands and rolled both my nipples with her thumb and forefinger while she brought me closer to the brink. I was more than ready to have an incredible cum. Normally, I would lie there passively and let guys pleasure me, but not my best girlfriend. Being very careful not to let her face stop the wonderful pleasure she was giving me, I managed to twist around and being the smaller one, I lay on top of her, straddling her face and finding that my face fell ever so naturally into that beautiful red bush. There IS special knowledge in owning a pussy. It had been months since I had gone down on a woman and here I was with my tongue tracing Katie's pussy lips, knowing just when to push aside her clitoral hood with the tip of my tongue and make little circles. My first orgasm was so strong I screamed. I threw my face into the strewn blankets so Tina wouldn't awaken. Damn, if the blanket hadn't been there I would have woken the neighborhood. When my tongue returned to Katie's clit, it was only seconds until I felt her grunting and bucking under me. We both froze when we heard rustling from Tina's bed and she turned over facing us. We continued lying very still, our faces buried in each other's crotches, bedclothes pushed aside, trying to make sure she was still asleep. Once confident that her breathing was regular and her eyes were closed, we were intent on getting back to our lovemaking. I'm not going to go into much more sordid detail, but we both came and came and came. After what seemed like the thousandth orgasm, I glanced over and I swear I saw Tina's eyes open just slightly. Any question I had if I was seeing correctly was answered when I noticed her hips were moving every so slightly, but very much in time to Katie's and my lovemaking, Before I rolled off Katie and fell asleep in her arms, I had a tremendous orgasm while holding Katie's bud between my lips and rolling it around knowing that Tina was both watching and touching herself while seeing us like this. We all woke early for having hangovers, Katie's was predictably the worst. I woke in Katie's arms while she was still sleeping and while I remembered the events of the strip club, vividly. My nighttime activities with Katie were less distinct. However laying there knowing the last thing I did before bed was to take a shower, I strongly smelled my own post-sex muskiness and a less familiar muskiness coming from under the sheets, it all came flooding back to me and made me melt inside as I pushed my butt against Katie's tummy. My eye caught Tina awake in the next bed. She was looking at us with a grin that could have shamed the Cheshire cat. So she had been awake and watching, just like I thought. Tina got up and started getting dressed. I said I wanted to take another shower and Katie did too. Tina suggested the two of us take one together so we could get going and use our ill gotten fortune to take her mother to Sunday brunch someplace nice. Someplace so nice that no college boys from strip clubs would ever go there. Thank god it was our last day in town. Katie and I very gently and sweetly washed each other's bodies in the shower, but nothing specifically sexual, other than a lot of kissing on the lips and nowhere else. I know I was confused as hell about what this meant for our friendship and if this was a one time thing, or if we were now lovers and which of those I really wanted it to be. Drunk at the Strip Club By Wendy (Chapter five, I know who you are, I know that you strip) We had been back from our adventure in the Midwest for a month now and we didn't have anyone else to talk about it to. There are only so many people you can tell about an experience like that, and we all made a pact that none of us could tell anyone without the other's permission. Even without names it would be pretty easy to figure out who the other two girls were. Even with the few we told, we all censored parts (like me and Katie afterward) and Tina never copped to having watched Katie and me making love, which Katie and I were relieved about. Katie and I just went back to being friends, but we tended to touch each other more than before. Not sexually, just a lingering touch here and there. I was hanging out at my mom's when a package came for me that needed my signature. In the package was a VCR tape and a note that said "Watch alone only" signed, "A Friend" Mom was at work so I popped it in the VCR. On the screen in front of me was a fairly clear opening picture of my legs and butt with my thong around my ankles and my great public `peach shot'. I had never seen it from the audience's viewpoint but I'd still know my pussy anywhere. Part of me wanted to look away, but I had to watch the movie. It was clearly from a camcorder in the bar. There was a `no cameras' sign at the door, but camcorders were pretty new, so it probably wasn't hard to smuggle in. What I was watching was a `best of the California girls in the strip bar'. Including Wendy fucking the invisible man, Tina swinging her hair and her tits naked on the stage and Katie being mauled by her best girlfriends in a packed strip bar. It was not the best quality, but good enough that there was plenty of detail. You could almost count hairs on Katie's bush and you could tell there was lipstick on my nether lips from behind, even when I wasn't bent over. Maybe I didn't really need the lipstick after all. It was clear enough to see that my lips were open when I did my crawl around Katie, I didn't think the crowd could see that. I knew the manager couldn't. Worst of all, the camera must have been in the second or third row because it caught in great detail all of us being felt up by the crowd, when we fell. It finished with a long shot of Tina and I humping Katie while she played with my ass. I shuddered, my face, all our faces were quite clear in this film. Was this blackmail? It was pretty effective. I was there stark naked, full frontal with my face in a clear picture, no worse, a movie of me getting it on with my best friends on a stage in a strip bar! My phone rang. It was Katie and she was in tears, I guess she got a package too. "I'll pick you up and we'll go to Tina's." We pretty much decided between us that if it was about money we would probably pay up, if we could. None of us wanted this kind of thing following us around. I was already the whore of Babylon around here and I didn't need any more publicity or I was gonna have to move. However, If it was blackmail involving sex, absolutely not. What did he think we were? Other than lesbo strippers, that is. This brought up an interesting point. If this was some random match up, why would this person think such brazen hussies would care? No, this was clearly someone we knew, someone who knew us and knew this wasn't our normal behavior. All we could do was to wait to see what this person wanted of us. We didn't have to wait long. Tina got a phone call from "A Friend" that day (how did he get her number?) and he wanted to meet with us to discuss our "Mutual Interests". He added that we were welcome to call the police which would accomplish two things. One, we would be told that no crime had been committed yet. He shot the film in a public bar and hadn't asked for anything from us. Two, that every cop in the city, every one of his friends, and every one of their friends would be jerking off to our movie by sundown. It was a compelling argument. He wanted to meet in a very public place (a restaurant) during the day, the next day. We were told to come to the restaurant at two PM and ask for "Shorty". "Shorty's" was the name of the bar where we stripped. We got there right on time and while we hadn't discussed it, we didn't have to. Other than our faces and hands, we were all dressed very conservatively and weren't showing an inch of skin among us. We were seated at a table when a guy in a trench coat, a hat and big shades approached us. He was clearly in disguise. "Hi Sluts!", he said, and then burst out laughing. Tina practically jumped him, ripping his hat and glasses off. There sat Chuck, her older brother and he was laughing his ass off. "Guess where my frat brothers and I went after that awful boring dinner you were smart enough to dodge?" I punched him in the arm as hard as I could. "Hey, you only get to pull that shit on your little sister! Katie was in tears, and you had me scared to death." "Hey, I'm sorry you took it so hard Katie, but I'm not the one who decided to strip in a bar full of men." "Look at the tape carefully." Katie added. "It wasn't exactly me who decided either." "But Wendy" Chuck went on, "What I saw there made me sorry I never asked you out when you had grown up enough to do it." I gave him a big, sad smile and said, "I don't know now, if this makes you feel better or worse, but there was a time I was wishing that you had." But I had more important things on my mind. "So where is the master tape and is this on a permanent loop at pledge week, in your frat house?" "Don't worry, it was my camcorder, with me filming you, and you girls have the only three copies that exist. It was way too creepy for me to keep a movie like that of my own kid sister, And as hot as you and Katie are, I used to pull your pigtails, literally. I couldn't keep movies like that of you guys. But I couldn't resist this way of letting you know I was there. Besides, after one of my frat buddies recognized Tina and it became known that the strip club winners were my sister and her girlfriends, I was a local hero. It was like there was a contest to see who could be nicest to me. I'm really sorry if I messed with your heads too much!" "I'm sure you will all be proud to know that your show closed the strip club. Shorty's is still there, but the stage sports bands now and I believe the laws were changed so that there wouldn't be anymore drunk women on stage, anywhere in the state, and not under twenty-one. They changed the law so you can't strip where booze is served. You guys are a legend! And now the last of your kind. You were all the town talked about for a week. There was a gigantic scandal after the evening paper wrote a very graphic description of your show. There was even a reward offered for any pictures that were smuggled out that night. Larry Flynt claims to have some, but we all know he's full of shit. I kept quiet, for my sis and her friends. Your collective naked bodies changed the world, or the Midwest anyway! The manager was fired (Katie got a big grin) and so was the undercover cop for letting things get out of hand. They know who you are from your releases, but they figured if they tried to prosecute you, they couldn't get you for anything but some misdemeanors. They were afraid you could sue their asses off for not stopping the show once it was clear that you were all drunk, before you fell off the stage. To make matters worse, one of the guys pawing you in the front row, when you fell, was the undercover cop. And there were lots of witnesses. For some reason a lot of guys remember that night very well! I guess the cop, or should I say, ex-cop, didn't have the heart to stop you. Or maybe "heart" isn't the right body part." "I bet he was the finger that was up my butt", I blurted out. We all laughed, long and hard.