Amateur Night
by Pamela Lewis

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.

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. 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.

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...

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.

Craig exited the bathroom as I was collecting my things 
for the beach (lotion, towel, glasses, book, etc). He 
let out a wolf whistle and I just laughed.

"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.

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

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 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.

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 
orgasms and built to a large one. After I came back 
down, I rolled off his face (he did need to breathe) 
and curled up by his side. His face was covered by my 
juices as he held me close.

Craig got up from the bed and walked to the balcony. He 
closed the door and turned the air conditioner on high. 
"You're just too 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. 
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.

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

"But you look beautiful with that just fucked look.

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. 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.

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.

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 am, 
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.

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.

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. Jack 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.

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.

***

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.

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.

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

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.

"What are we doing here?" I asked.

"I thought that since you'd been stimulated all night, 
now it was my turn," he replied.

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

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

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

"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.

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

"Anything?" he teased.

"Anything!" I replied.

"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.

"Okay, I'll do it, just give me relief." I told him. He 
picked up the pace a bit and I finally came. But he 
kept working his finger in and out.

***

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. 
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).

Craig was all over me as soon as the door closed. 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 under-shorts 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 
witnessed the night before. I came and kept coming. 
Craig finally shot deep into me and we both just laid 
spent on the floor.

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.

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

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

"You wouldn't go back on your word, besides, it's a 
long walk home," he kidded (at least 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.

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 
tonight's experience. I had been hoping he might drop 
that.

"I'm not to sure I really want to go through with that" 
I said, hoping he would let me bow out gracefully. 
Things were going pretty well between us and I didn't 
want to screw them up too badly.

"But you promised. I think that you will enjoy it. 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.

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.

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

"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.

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.

***

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.

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 
been 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 
sits 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.

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.

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.

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. 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.

Craig asked, "Well, do you want to give it a try?"

"I don't know, there are so many men," I replied.

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

"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.

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. 

"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.

The application was pretty straight forward. It just 
wanted basic information; name, address, etc. 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.

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. 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.

"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.

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

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

"Hi, you a little bit nervous?" Shelly asked. I nodded. 
"Don't worry, you'll do well. 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.

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

"Yours is certainly nice. It must come from living at 
the beach," I said.

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

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

"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 Velcro 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.

"34C" I replied.

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.

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 me a jar from one of the 
tables. 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.

"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.

"Stick to the basics. Don't try anything fancy. 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, let's 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.

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. Let's 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. Shelly took 
me there and poured me a glass of white wine. 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.

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. 

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.

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.

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.

Shelly whispered, "That's Elizabeth, she one of the 
regulars I told you about. The other one is Lisa. Lisa 
nice but stay away from Elizabeth. 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.

Shelly finished up with my make up and stood back to 
admire the results. "Beautiful! Okay you're going on 
last. After you're 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 most 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. Once back 
stage, everyone is free to dress and leave. You're 
welcome to hang out back here if you want but no men 
are allowed back stage. We'll be at it until two. 
Sometimes, if someone been really good, and they want 
to do it again, Gene lets them dance a regular set with 
us," Shelly said.

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.

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

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

"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.

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.

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

"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.

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.

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

"What happened to Ellen?" I asked.

"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 (Velcro on both sides). She pulled it 
under her robe and fit them on.

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 signaled me to join 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.

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.

"The Lovely Lisa, lets give her a big hand for coming 
out here tonight." a microphone 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.

"Great show!" Teri said as Lisa came backstage.

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

"Thanks, they're ready tonight." she replied.

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

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

"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.

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. 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. 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.

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.

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 Velcro 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.

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. They were 
clapping and shouting.

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.

"Great show!" Teri said.

"Yeah, you were hot," Lisa added.

"Super," Karen said.

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.

"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.

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.

"I know with such beautiful contestants, its hard for 
tonight's 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 Teeny 
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.

"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.

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.

As I returned to the line the announcer said, "And 
tonight's winner of the grand prize, a gift certificate 
for a new swim suit from "The Teeny 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. Then 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. 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 to well holding on to things.

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.

Back in the room, we shared a celebratory drink. 
Elizabeth had already cleared out.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

"Alright then, let's go to the costume room and see 
what we can find." Shelly suggested.

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.

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. 
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.

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.

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

"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.

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.

"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.

"Ohh, that feels nice," Karen purred.

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. 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 Velcro 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.

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.

"How do you want to do this?" I asked.

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.

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.

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

"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.

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 are pom-poms and are 
chests to the music. I leaned forward and Karen lifted 
my skirt so the men could see my panty covered bottom. 
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.

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.

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 on-stage in front of a roomful of 
men. 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. 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.

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.

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 Velcro 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.

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. 

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.

Karen caught up with me in the middle of the runway. 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.

"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. 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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

"Where's Karen?" I asked Teri. Teri just shook her head 
and pointed back at the stage. I re hung 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. Well, she would have a tough 
act to follow.

"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. 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.

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.

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

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 to horny too 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. 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.

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

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 on a sexy teddy that I had packed to 
impress Craig with. I wondered if it would still excite 
him after having seen me in worse on stage.

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.

"Okay, the first dancer, what was her name?"

"Elizabeth," I supplied him.

"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 belt and stockings. She was 
tight. She started out a bit slow. She looked a little 
nervous. Once she took her panties off, the music 
stopped and she was gone. It didn't give us much time 
to look."

I had begun to run my hand up and down his cock lightly 
and it was responding. His hand was absentmindedly 
stroking my pussy slowly.

"Then game that older lady." He meant Ellen. I had been 
wondering what had happened to her. "She looked really 
tense. She stayed to the back part of the stage like 
she was afraid that someone would sneak up behind her. 
She pulled the zipper down her dress and pulled it off. 
She wasn't really dancing, more just standing there 
trying to work up the nerve. She finally managed to 
pull her bra off. She looked like she didn't want to 
let go of it. She had smallish tits that sagged a good 
bit. One of the men shouted that she should put it back 
on and a couple others had booed. 

She suddenly turned and ran off stage and they turned 
the music off. Some old guy stormed out of the bar. I 
thought you were next and was excited about seeing you. 
Instead, that girl who won, Lisa, she comes on stage in 
this black dress and white satin blouse. Boy was she a 
knockout. The men went wild, quickly forgetting about 
that girl before. And was she built. Blonde, built and 
young, what a combination. I knew she was going to win 
then."

"Then you came on. I couldn't believe. You looked so 
hot up there. I've got to get you some garter belts and 
stockings (Craig doesn't know it but I already have a 
couple). I could hear the other guys talking about you 
and it turned me on. I couldn't believe your nipples 
when you took that bra off. How did you get them to 
look so nice?"

I briefly explained that I had used lip gloss. I left 
out the fact that Shelly had actually put it on.

"Then it was time to vote for the winner. They have 
these little boxes on the table that feed into a 
computer somewhere. Needless to say, I voted for you. 
Then you all were out on the stage. I was really happy 
to hear you picked as first runner-up. You looked 
pleased too. Then I sat there and waited for you. My 
waitress came up and gave me your note. I didn't think 
I could wait much longer but I really didn't have much 
choice. They were serving me free drinks because you 
were in the contest, so while I waited, I kept 
drinking. I had a pretty good buzz on by the time you 
and Karen came on. I couldn't believe you were up there 
with another woman, dressed like a cheerleader. 

"I thought maybe I had too much to drink. I shook my 
head but you two were still both up there. Then you 
started going at each other. I don't think anyone 
ordered any drinks once she started pawing you. I 
noticed a lot of hands disappearing under tables to 
their laps as you went along. Then there was just you 
on stage taking curtain calls. That girl you danced 
with passed by me and grabbed this guy. They both 
disappeared. I wonder if they were as turned on as we 
were and couldn't wait?"

I decided not to tell Craig about getting Karen's (or 
Shelly's) phone number just yet. I told him about the 
whole night, only omitting a couple of the details. 
About half way through my story, he lowered his face to 
my pussy and started to eat me. I had a hard time 
finishing the story and we ended up sixty-nineing until 
I came. He mounted me very tenderly, and we made love 
slowly. We dozed off.

I awoke late in the morning (11:30). Craig was still 
asleep. Since he had woken me so nicely the last two 
mornings, I decided to return the favor. I slid down to 
his crotch. I slid my hand softly over his cock. I 
looked at it closely. I don't believe I've ever gotten 
to see a cock close up as it slowly rose to full 
erection. I lowered my lips on it and kissed it. Using 
my tongue, I worked up and down the length of it. He 
was total erect but still did not show any sign of 
waking. I tongued his sacks and returned to the 
underside of his rod. My hands encircled his balls.

Finally, I engulfed the head of his cock in my mouth. I 
sucked him in deeply. I noticed that he was pushing 
back, trying to go deeper. I looked up at his face but 
he still seemed asleep. I stank my lips down till I 
felt pubic hair on my chin. He let out a low groan. His 
hips started to push up at a quicker pace. He was 
definitely awake. I could feel his spasm starting in 
his balls. I pulled off him just as he started to 
shoot. His cum shot into the air and landed on his 
belly as I continued to milk him with my hands (as I 
said earlier, I don't mind performing oral sex but 
cannot stand the taste).

"Good morning," I said.

"Umm... Good morning! That was great," Craig said with 
a smile on his face.

I rose up to the head of the bed and kissed him. We 
just stayed in bed and snuggled for about an hour. We 
talked about the weekend and what had happened. We 
talked about the future.

"Well I guess we can't stay in bed forever. We had 
better start getting ready to leave. Check out time is 
2:00," Craig said.

I went to the bathroom and turned the shower on. After 
I had climbed under the warm spray, Craig opened the 
shower curtain and joined me. He helped me soap up as I 
did him. I purposely dropped the shop and bent over 
lewdly in front of him to pick it up. He took the hint 
and entered me in one thrust. Due to the cramped 
conditions and our limited time, we did not last long. 
He quickly as I had a nice little orgasm.

Finally, we packed and checked out. It was a long drive 
back to the "real world".

END