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   Cassadee's Coming of Age part 2

   Friday night

   "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming out to Defloration."

   Tom Browning lived for this part.  He loved debuting a brand new
eighteen-year-old girl in her first public nude appearance.

   He had been the owner of Defloration, the area's best and only strip
club, for over thirty years.  And his father had owned it for years before
that.  He had hosted so many of these parties that he had lost count.  It
was rare for him to get overly excited about one at his age.  But this one
was special.  Cassadee Ellison was the daughter of Kathleen and Roger
Ellison, who were good friends of his.  Tom had actually hosted Kathleen's
Coming of Age party after she turned eighteen.  It had been one of the best
in his long career.  And this was sure to rival, if not surpass it.

   "It's a great honor to be hosting this Coming of Age party tonight.  I
know you have all been waiting patiently for our guest of honor, so I won't
make you wait any longer.  You know her as this year's high school head
cheerleader, an all-star track athlete, a trained dancer, and one of the
sweetest, most beloved girls in town, Miss Cassadee Ellison!"

   '...Baby One More Time' by Britney Spears began to play over the sound
system and Cassadee pulled the curtain aside and stepped on stage.  The
roar that greeted her was deafening and almost stopped her in her tracks.
As she continued tentatively to the middle of the stage she took in the
crowd.  Everywhere she looked there were people she knew.  Classmates,
people from town, and her family right in front of the stage.

   She smiled at her mom and dad and they gave her smiles in return.  That
was what she needed.  They were her rock.  As nervous as she was to take
her clothes off in front of her parents, let alone all of these other
people, having them here is what encouraged her to go on.

   Her dad gave her a thumbs up and nodded.  She smiled again and grabbed
the pole.  She was going to rock this shit.

   Cassadee let her dance training take over and she got in the zone.  She
engaged the crowd, smiling at people and waving here and there at someone
she knew.  Her choreography had been all planned out ahead of time and she
nailed it.  As the end of the song approached, she took a deep breath and
told herself to go ahead and give these people what they wanted.  She
popped the buttons on her shirt, holding it closed until she heard her cue.
On the last beat of the song she whipped it open, exposing her little red
pushup bra.  Her chest heaved as she posed in that position while the crowd
cheered and whistled.  The energy was electric.  She felt like she was
high. Taking in the applause, she smiled and glanced once more at her
parents who were clapping and whistling.  It was then she realized that her
brother wasn't sitting beside them.

   What was his problem?  She knew he had been more distant lately, but for
the life of her, she couldn't figure out why.  Especially since he had come
home from college a couple weeks ago.  He had been sullen and surly, barely
interacting with her.  It was frustrating because they had always had a
close relationship.

   It wasn't like Cassadee was dying for her brother to see her naked, but
if he had come, it would have at least shown that he cared about her and
wanted to support her.  At this point, she didn't know in what direction
their relationship was heading.  She had always enjoyed having a close
family, and hoped that would continue in the future, but the ball was in
his court.  If he didn't care, she couldn't force him to care.  But she
couldn't think about that right now.  She had to concentrate on getting
through tonight.  Maybe she would have a talk with him tomorrow.

   The next song started right away.  It was 'True Colors' by Cyndi Lauper.
This was a slow song, so she matched her walk to the tempo of the song. 
She glided over toward the door to the dressing room and slipped out of her
low heels.  From there she danced slowly, doing turns around the pole in
her bare feet.  She leaned her shoulders back and her shirt slipped off one
arm and then the other, falling to the floor amid whistles of appreciation.
She gracefully moved it out of the way with her foot and continued to dance
in her bra and skirt.  Cassadee reached back and unfastened the bra with a
flick of her fingers during an emotional part of the song and went to her
knees with her arms crossed, holding the bra against her chest.  She closed
her eyes and swayed to the music, taking the moment to collect her
thoughts. This was happening.  She was about to expose her breasts, which
had never been seen by anybody outside of home, a locker room, or a
doctor's office.  This would be her first step into public nudity and there
was no going back.

   Slowly, her arms dropped in time to the music.  The bra slipped off and
fell to the stage in front of her to a roar of appreciation.  With her eyes
still closed, she ran her trembling hands across her stomach and up to her
small breasts, giving them a light squeeze.  She ended the move with her
arms extended high above her head, her fingers interlocked.  She arched her
back, sticking her puffy little pink nipples out for everyone to see. 
Opening her eyes and swaying some more, she once again took in the crowd.
Jeff Stewart and his girlfriend Sara Deming were off to her right side,
close to the stage.  She smiled at them and Sara yelled her name, pumping
her fist in the air.  This was turning out to be way different than she
thought it would be.  Her nerves were still there, but they weren't
debilitating.  On the contrary, she was actually getting turned on.

   Cassadee went to a standing position.  She needed to get the skirt off
before the end of the song.  After doing a couple more turns around the
pole, she unfastened her plaid skirt.  With her back to the audience, she
used the last lingering notes of the song to allow the skirt to slowly and
gently slide down, exposing her ass.  The crowd again went nuts and it was
louder than she thought possible.  She smiled to herself as the next song
began.

   Changing her attitude to match the new song, which was 'You Can Leave
Your Hat On' by Joe Cocker, she strode confidently over to the side of the
stage in just her little red thong.  The crowd was raucous and loving every
second of this.  Stu Delavan, one of the local farmers and a family friend,
was standing against the left side of the stage smiling and whistling. 
Cassadee grabbed the brim of his John Deere cap and pulled his face into
her breasts.  He did a little back and forth 'motorboat' movement against
her chest.  The whiskers of his beard brushed against her nipples and she
gasped at the tingle that went straight to her sex.  She pushed him back,
stole his cap and put it on her head, then walked across the stage.

   She felt like someone had taken over her body.  Who was this girl who
had just thrust her boobs in one of her parents' friend's faces?  Her
adrenaline was off the charts and she could feel a wetness in her panties.
How embarrassing.  But, at this point, there was nothing she could do but
finish her set.

   Cassadee danced around and flirted with those closest to the stage.  It
was that time.  She had to lose the thong.  She felt light-headed and hoped
she wouldn't faint and make a fool of herself.  Walking back over to Stu,
she placed the cap back on his head and leaned down and whispered in his
ear, "pull my panties down slowly." He looked at her through big brown eyes
and nodded.  She stood back up and turned her back to him, shaking her
little white bubble butt.  He reached up and gingerly grabbed the sides of
her thong.  Slowly, he peeled them about halfway down her ass and stopped.
She jiggled her ass again, glancing back and nodding at him.  He pulled
them the rest of the way down over her cheeks.  As he drew the thong down
her thighs, the gusset of her panties, which had clung to her wet pussy,
popped out and he let the panties fall to the floor.  The crowd made the
loudest noise Cassadee had ever heard.  She turned around and gave Stu his
reward.  Standing there with her panties around her ankles and her wet,
puffy labia glistening in the lights, she winked at him and kicked the
panties into his lap.  "You can keep them," she mouthed over the raucous
din.  Stu smiled and wadded them up, stuffing them in the pocket of his
plaid button-down shirt.  The song was almost over so she worked the pole
some more and walked around the edge of the stage, letting everyone see her
in her glorious nakedness.

   As the song ended, Cassadee struck a pose to a full house of cheers and
applause.  Everyone began to shower the stage with money.  There was so
much that it shocked her, and she had to walk over it on her way back to
the dressing room door.  She sashayed and made sure her butt cheeks wiggled
as she exited.  Whipping through the curtain, she entered the dressing room
to about nine half-dressed dancers standing around the monitor with their
jaws hanging down.  They screamed and jumped up and down when she came in,
giving her topless hugs and congratulating her.  Cassadee's smile reached
from ear to ear as she made her way to a chair and plopped down, trying to
catch her breath.

   "I fucking knew you would knock this out of the park, girl!" Jessica
Gavin, a high school friend, last year's head cheerleader, and a full-time
stripper, shouted.  "Now go clean up and work the floor!"

   Cassadee went into the restroom in the back.  She looked at herself in
the full-length mirror.  Her pale skin was flushed pink with a sheen of
sweat.  Her chest was heaving from exertion and adrenaline, and her pussy
was wet and sticky.  Ugh!  She sat on the toilet and peed, then opened a
pack of disposable wipes and cleaned up her pussy.  Standing up, she
flushed the toilet, grabbed a towel, and patted her skin dry.  Tossing the
towel into a bin, she walked out of the restroom and over to her dressing
table.  After spraying some body spray over herself, including between her
legs, she pulled on a pair of white booty shorts and a glittery gold bra.

   Now was the time when she was supposed to walk around and greet people,
some of whom might ask her for a private dance.  Her nerves came back in
full force.  Dancing was one thing but touching people and grinding on them
sexually was something else.  And these were people she knew!  How could
she face them at the grocery store after tonight, knowing that she had not
only shown them everything, but crawled around naked on their laps!  This
was insane.  But it was all part of her night.  She knew what she was
getting into when she signed up for this.  She relaxed for a couple more
minutes and then worked up the nerve to leave the dressing room.

   Cassadee exited through the door to the side of the stage and walked
onto the main floor.  Everyone's attention was on Chelsea Thorne, who was
currently on the stage dancing topless.  But as she walked through the
tables their attention was diverted to her.  Suddenly there were people
grabbing her hand and offering their congratulations.  Her face reddened as
she thanked them for coming out.  Finally, she was able to make her way
over to her parents.  She sat down in the empty seat that would have been
Greg's, if he had shown up, and her parents both leaned over and hugged
her, telling her how proud they were.  She teared up a little, soaking in
the comfort of her family.

   Sam Jameson, one of her fellow track teammates, tapped her on the
shoulder and asked, "Are you doing private dances, Cass?"

   Cassadee looked like a deer in the headlights.  "Umm...yeah, I guess,"
she stammered.  She glanced back at her dad, who nodded and said, "Go
ahead. We'll talk to you later."

   She grabbed Sam by the hand and led him through the beaded curtain and
into the first private room on the right.  He sat on the leather couch as
she shut the door.  "Uh, so...I guess I'm supposed to ask for like...a
hundred bucks?" She felt a little bad asking a high school student for that
kind of money.

   Sam didn't even flinch, though, as he pulled out his wallet and counted
out five $20 bills, handing them to her with a smile.  Cassadee had always
gotten the feeling that Sam had a crush on her.  He wasn't unattractive,
but she just didn't get that spark from him.

   "Oh, OK.  Thank you." She was trembling as she set the cash on a little
table.  This was so weird.

   "It's OK, Cass.  I can tell you're nervous.  It's not like I'm going to
attack you or anything.  I've just always found you really beautiful.  And
I know there's nothing between us.  I guess I was just looking forward to
this moment to let you know how I felt.  You don't have to worry about me
thinking this is something it's not, though.  I'm a realist.  Just think of
me as a friend who finds you incredibly sexy."

   He gave her a crooked smile that made her feel more at ease and she
smiled back.  "OK.  I guess I should, umm, take these off." Cassadee
modestly turned her back to Sam and unclasped her bra, pulling it off and
setting it on the table.  Then she pulled her booty shorts down and laid
them next to the bra.  Taking a deep breath, she faced Sam as a new song
began to play out in the main area.

   The look on Sam's face was pure teenage lust.  He swallowed and fidgeted
in his seat.  Cassadee walked over and sat in his lap, grinding her ass
into him in time with the music.  Sam groaned.  She wasn't sure if it was
from her weight on him, or from something else.  She turned around and
straddled him, pulling his face into her chest and ran a puffy pink nipple
over the tip of his nose, across his lips, and onto his chin.  When she
repeated the motion with her other nipple, Sam parted his lips, and she
felt the tip of his tongue lightly flick her nipple.  She gasped and pushed
him back in his seat.

   Standing up, she danced sexily in front of him for a bit.  Then she
stepped up on the edge of the couch with her right leg, turning her knee
out and giving him a good look at her pussy.  She crawled onto his lap as
if he were about to spank her.  Seeing that he couldn't take his eyes off
her ass, she wiggled it to tease him a little.  "You can touch me if you
want," she said nervously.  His eyes flicked toward her face and then back
to her butt as he gingerly placed his hands on her ass cheek.  He squeezed
it and then did the same with the other cheek.

   Cassadee sat up and straddled him, rubbing her nipples on his face once
again.  This time she hesitated when her nipple reached his lips.  He
glanced up at her, but she didn't pull away, so he parted his lips and
gently pulled her nipple into his mouth with his tongue.  She closed her
eyes and moaned as he suckled on her breast and the tingles in her vulva
went crazy.  She allowed him to do the same to the other nipple.  Both were
now a deep pink color and engorged from her excitement.

   She stepped onto the couch with her feet on either side of him and
stood. Her pussy was level with his face.  She held his head and swiveled
her hips, allowing her sex to come dangerously close to his face.  Each
time her pussy passed in front of his nose, he breathed in.  This was
intoxicating.  She had never known the feeling of pure power over another
person, but she had this boy in her thrall.  She moved herself closer
still, stopping with her clit directly in front of his mouth.  On cue, his
tongue snaked out and slid between her lips, flicking over her little bud.

   Cassadee came back to her senses and quickly pulled away.  She hopped
down off the couch just as the song ended and stared at him.  Her face was
a deep crimson.  "I guess that's the end," she said breathlessly as she
hastily pulled her clothes back on.

   "Yeah," he sighed, wishing he had more money.  "Thank you, Cass.  You're
amazing."

   She smiled and took his hand and pulled him off the couch.  She thanked
him with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.  They walked out into the main
room and she said, "I guess I'll see you at school."

   He nodded and walked toward the exit door.  Cassadee hadn't even made it
back to her parents when Lester Camden, a town police officer, asked if she
would take him to a private room.  She nervously agreed and pulled him back
into the room she had just left.

   Lester was a very large, muscular black man whose hand engulfed her own.
After he sat on the couch, she fidgeted in front of him and said, "Hi,
Officer Camden."

   He chuckled at her shyness.  "Relax, Cassadee.  I'm not going to arrest
you.  This is all perfectly legal.  And call me Lester.  How much are you
asking for a dance?"

   "Umm, you're only my second one, but I was told to ask for a hundred."

   Lester opened his wallet and pulled out two crisp $100 bills, laying
them on the end table, saying nothing.

   Cassadee didn't know if he was wanting a dance that lasted for two songs
in a row or if he was expecting something else, but she was too nervous to
ask so she quickly discarded her clothing and began dancing in front of
him. Tentatively, she climbed on his lap and turned this way and that,
wiggling and writhing.  His cologne was strong, but nice, and his smile was
warm.  As she was wriggling in his lap, she thought he might be getting
aroused, so she nonchalantly brushed her hand across his lap as she was
switching positions.  There was no doubt.  He was definitely aroused. 
Cassadee was impressed...and a little frightened.

   Just as the second song was beginning, she faced him and squatted on his
lap, sitting back and opening herself up.  She reached her hands around the
back of his large neck for leverage and began to slowly grind on his
crotch. His smile disappeared and he grabbed both of her ass cheeks and
pulled her hard into the massive bulge in his pants.  She was worried that
she might be losing control of this situation.

   With each thrust of his pelvis, his bulge was pressed into her throbbing
clit.  She must be getting her wetness on his pants, Cassadee thought in
horror.  She tried to put a little distance between her vagina and his lap,
but he wouldn't let her.  The rhythmic thrusting was sending her over the
edge.  She was definitely losing control of the situation...and maybe
herself.

   She closed her eyes and ground into him even harder, biting her lip and
whimpering, knowing full well what was coming.  At the last second her eyes
opened wide and they stared at each other as she came with a loud cry.  The
explosion in her pelvis was accompanied by a release of fluid between her
legs.  The cry turned into a low moan as she bucked and spasmed in his lap.
It felt like her whole body turned to rubber and she collapsed against his
chest, trying to recover her breath.

   What the fuck did I do? she thought to herself.  As she regained her
senses, she realized that she had just squirted in the town cop's lap.  She
climbed off him, standing unsteadily, and was mortified to see a large wet
spot on the front of his jeans where his huge bulge was still prominently
outlined.  Thankfully, they were black jeans, but it was still a mess. 
"I'm so sorry, Officer Camden!" she said, mortified.

   He could see that she was about to cry so he shushed her and pulled her
into a hug.  "It's perfectly OK.  It's probably my fault anyway.  You can't
really see it that much, but I'm going to wear it just like this all night
long.  As far as I'm concerned, it's a badge of honor."

   Cassadee was still embarrassed.  Not only was the second song over, but
she had made a mess of his pants and he hadn't even come!  Ugh. I must
really suck at this, she thought.

   She was wet and sticky in places, but she pulled her clothes on anyway.
It couldn't be helped.  Lester gave her another hug and a kiss on the cheek
and walked out to the main floor with her.

   Cassadee grabbed the arm of Tessa Stevens, who was taking a man into the
private rooms, and asked, "Where is Tom?"

   Tessa pointed toward the door to the right of the main stage that led to
the dressing room and the office area.  Cassadee went through the door and
peeked into the office.  Tom was seated at his desk doing paperwork of some
kind.

   "Tom," she said meekly, trying to get his attention.

   He turned around and smiled.  "Cass!  How is it going?  How are your
nerves?"

   "I'm OK," she answered.

   "Have you given any private dances?"

   "Yes, a couple.  That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about.  Do
you think maybe we could put a small stack of towels in Private Room 2?"
She couldn't meet his eyes out of embarrassment.

   It took only a second for him to realize why she wanted them.  "Oh,
absolutely.  I'm so sorry.  I should have thought of that.  I'll have
someone deliver them in the next couple of minutes."

   "Thank you," Cassadee said and quickly darted across the hall into the
dressing room.  She grabbed a towel and went in the restroom.  She spent
the next five minutes cleaning up, using disposable wipes and drying
herself off.  Then she went back into the dressing room and changed into a
pale blue lacy bra and matching bikini panties.  She was glad she had
heeded Jessica's advice and brought extra changes of clothes.  Turning in
the full-length mirror, she liked how the panties showed most of her ass
cheeks.  She bounced a couple times and watched them jiggle, which made her
smile.

   Cassadee figured she would have time for one more private dance before
she needed to come back and get ready for her second set.  Leaving the
dressing room, she began to strut around with confidence, waving at people
she knew and winking at those she didn't.  She wasn't out there thirty
seconds when a guy in the back caught her attention and waved for her to
come over to him.  She sauntered over and realized it was Mr.  Chen, her
chemistry teacher.  It was such an out-of-body experience walking toward
him in her bra and panties.

   "Hi, Cass.  This is my wife Cindi." Cassadee smiled and shook her hand.
Cindi was Asian, just like her husband, and she was beautiful.  She had
long, straight black hair, almond-shaped eyes and a cute, upturned nose. 
"We were wondering," Mr.  Chen said with a sly grin, "if you would like to
take us both back to a private room."

   Cassadee swallowed the lump in her throat.  Not only would she have to
give her teacher a private dance, but his wife would be there to see it. 
All kinds of taboos were being broken in her brain tonight.  But, she
understood, this is what everyone was here for.  I am the guest of honor,
but it isn't all about me.  People want to interact with me and feel
accepted by me, just as I want to feel accepted by them. What the hell,
she thought to herself.

   "Absolutely!" she said with enthusiasm.  "Follow me!" She led them
through the curtained door to the private area and turned to go in the same
private room she had been using, just as Jessica was exiting.  Jessica
smiled and winked at her.  When they walked into the room, Cassadee noticed
the small pile of folded towels that were sitting on the bottom shelf of
the little table.  She led them to the couch and they sat down together,
leaving a little bit of room between them.  "What can I do for you, Mr. 
Chen?"

   "Well," he began, "I would like you to give my wife a private dance and
I would like to watch."

   Cassadee glanced at Cindi Chen, who smiled warmly.  This wasn't at all
what she was expecting.  She had never even thought about girls in that way
and now she was going to have to give one a lap dance.  How did this work
exactly?  She knew that it wasn't difficult to get a guy excited by simply
gyrating in his lap.  But was it that way for girls too?  Being a girl
herself, she decided she would have to change up her approach and handle
this in the way that she would want it done to her.

   "OK, well, private dances are a hundred dollars..." she said meekly. 
She still wasn't comfortable asking for money, but it was one of the
benefits of doing this.  The money would help to pay for her college.

   "Oh, of course!" Mr.  Chen reached into his pocket, counted out the
money, and handed it to her.  She thanked him and set it on the table.

   Cassadee unclasped her bra and let it fall away, noticing not only Mr.
Chen's eyes hungrily devouring her small breasts, but Cindi's as well. 
This was actually kind of hot, she was surprised to admit to herself as she
dropped her lacy panties and kicked off her shoes.  She climbed onto
Cindi's lap and pressed her breasts into hers as she kissed the side of the
Asian woman's neck.  Cindi responded by stretching her neck and purring. 
Cassadee kissed her way down to her collarbone before turning around and
sitting in the woman's lap.  She leaned back, gyrating her hips into
Cindi's pelvis and resting against her chest.  Cindi kissed Cassadee's
neck, using a bit of tongue, and covered Cassadee's tits with her hands. 
Cassadee moaned as Cindi squeezed her nipples.  She turned her face toward
Cindi, only to be kissed unexpectedly.  Going with the flow, Cassadee
returned the kiss and their tongues snaked around, exploring each other's
mouths.

   Breaking the kiss, Cassadee turned toward Mr.  Chen.  He was obviously
turned on, rubbing himself through his pants.  Cassadee almost laughed,
simply because of the odd circumstances in which she found herself.  She
never thought she would see a teacher rubbing his cock sitting next to her
on a couch.  Thankfully, she held her composure and turned around to face
his wife.

   Cassadee leaned up and rubbed her tits in Cindi's face.  Cindi responded
by sucking her nipple into her mouth and biting it gently.  Cassadee
growled in response to the shock that went through her body.  She allowed
Mrs.  Chen to do the same to the other nipple.  Fuck, this was hot.  She
could tell her body was responding and the last thing she wanted was to
make a mess on Cindi's lap the way she did on Officer Camden's.

   Sliding off her lap, she sat next to Cindi and began to unbutton the
woman's silk shirt.  She looked to her for a sign of resistance, but none
was given.  After she popped the last button, she easily unclasped the
woman's front-connecting bra.  It fell to the sides exposing her small
tits. She had light brown areolae and long, erect nipples.  Cassadee again
looked for hesitation but was met with only a look of wanton lust, so she
leaned in and sucked a long nipple into her mouth, massaging it with her
tongue.  Cindi Chen moaned and pulled Cassadee's head into her chest. 
Cassadee reached down tentatively and touched Cindi between the legs.  Her
pants were thin and Cassadee thought she could feel the shape of the
woman's sex.  She rubbed around until she found the spot that made Cindi
shudder.  Concentrating on that spot, Cassadee began sucking on the other
nipple.  Within a minute Cindi Chen was crying out and quaking in the
throes of ecstasy.  Cassadee mentally checked 'first lesbian experience'
off her sexual bucket list.

   As the song was ending and her teacher's wife was coming down from her
orgasm, Cassadee kissed her fully on the mouth, their tongues battling for
supremacy.  They disengaged and Cassadee glanced over to look at Mr.  Chen.
His face was red and glistening with a sheen of sweat.

   "That was beautiful," he whispered, and kissed his wife as Cassadee
stood.  "How was that for you, my love?" he asked Cindi.

   "Mmm, she's a keeper, Jimmy," she said with sleepy, post-orgasmic eyes
as she hooked her bra together and buttoned up her blouse.  "You are
invited for dinner at the first opportunity it can be arranged," she said
to Cassadee, who blushed and thanked her.

   They left and Cassadee quickly used one of the towels to clean herself
up, wiping away the fluid that had escaped down her leg.  She had never
realized she could get so turned on that she would leak like a broken
faucet.  Never before had she ever imagined that she could be intimate with
a woman, but it was actually a huge turn-on.  Cindi's skin and lips were so
smooth.  It was totally different from kissing a guy.  And sucking on her
nipples was erotic beyond all imagining.

   Cassadee dabbed herself dry once again and quickly dressed in her bra
and panties.  She exited the room and made her way across the main floor.
She was stopped several times by men asking for a private dance, but she
apologized and told them they would have to ask her again after her next
set, which was soon.  As she walked into the dressing room, she was stunned
to realize how quickly all of this had been normalized in her brain.  She
was about to take her clothes off again in front of the whole place.  And
after that she would be giving more private dances.  She had anticipated
this night with a mixture of excitement, anxiety, and even dread.  But
excitement was quickly winning the war in her head -"and in her heart.

   *****

   "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you once again, for joining us tonight at
Defloration.  We definitely appreciate your coming out to support this
beautiful young lady tonight for her Coming of Age.  She's one of the
sweetest girls you will ever meet, and she has done an incredible job
already tonight, being brave and shedding her inhibitions, not to mention
her clothes!  So, with no further ado, I am proud to introduce, in her
second set of the night, Miss Cassadee Ellison!"

   The roar of the crowd intensified as Cassadee strutted out to the
beginnings of 'Here I Go Again' by Whitesnake.  She showcased her dance
training and made use of the entire stage.

   Cassadee was dressed seriously in women's business attire.  She wore a
navy jacket with a matching skirt, stockings, and black heels.  Her hair
was in a bun and she wore dark rimmed glasses.  Jessica had touched up her
makeup, turning her into the sexiest businesswoman in all of Pennsylvania.

   She had much more clothing to take off this time, so it wasn't long
before she ditched the jacket, exposing a white button-up blouse which was
tucked into her skirt.  She twirled around the pole a couple times and sat
down on the edge of the stage in front of her friends Jeff and Sara.  After
taking her shoe off, she wiggled her stocking-covered toes in his lap.  She
and Sara smiled at each other as she took off the other shoe, setting them
both on the edge of the stage next to her.  Then she pulled up the hem of
her skirt, indicating with a wink that Jeff should pull down her thigh-high
stockings.  He glanced at his girlfriend, who nodded her approval, and
began to peel the stocking off Cassadee's left leg.  His fingers grazed her
skin all the way from her creamy thigh to her cute little toes.  He then
peeled the other stocking, until Cassadee's legs and feet were completely
bare.  She placed her big toe on his lips, and he kissed it as she massaged
his groin with the other foot, flirting with him, but masking it as part of
her act.  Sara smiled wryly.  She wasn't stupid, Cassadee knew.  She
probably knew exactly what Cassadee was doing, but she didn't seem like she
minded.  After all, Sara had let her boyfriend take Cassadee's virginity.
Cassadee blew a kiss at them and stood back up.

   Once again taking the stage, Cassadee changed her tempo to match the
next song.  Bryan Adams' 'Heaven' played melodically as she turned
luxuriously around the pole.  Her eyes closed, and she got lost in the
music.  Realizing she had to pick up the pace, she began to unbutton her
shirt.  The crowd noise surged again, anticipating her toplessness.  They
never really got quiet, they just got momentarily louder as she discarded
an item of clothing.  Letting her shirt fall off, she revealed to the crowd
a lavender bra so opaque that it was basically see-through under the bright
house lights.  This again elicited a tremendous response from the crowd.

   Now in just her bra and skirt, she showed off some more of her dance
training, stunning the audience into a semblance of calm with her graceful
moves.  Slowly, she let her hair down and discarded her glasses.  Having
built up the appropriate amount of anticipation, she released the button
holding the skirt on her hips and let it fall to the floor.  The audience
loudly approved of her matching lavender thong, which was equally as opaque
as the bra.  She had nothing to do now except get naked.  She was once
again riding a high from attention and adrenaline.  The feeling in her
chest was incredible.  She never would have thought that taking her clothes
off in front of a crowd was something that she would do, let alone crave.

   Her third song began, and she hit it hard.  It was 'Crazy Bitch' by
Buckcherry.  The music was raunchy and so were her moves.  She stripped her
thong over her hips and legs, kicking it out of the way, and spun around
the pole, spreading her legs for the whole place to see.  The eruption of
noise was deafening.  She hadn't even taken her bra off, and her pussy was
out for public consumption.

   Holy fuck, what a rush!  She was trembling inside, but she was buzzed on
adrenaline.  She had been nervous thinking about her parents watching all
of this, but they were here for a reason.  This wasn't dirty or wrong.  It
was their tradition and they fully embraced it.

   Whipping her bra off, Cassadee knelt and shook her small tits in a few
faces she didn't know.  She made her way around the circular end of the
stage, even stopping in front of her parents and putting on a little show.
Her mom laughed while her dad's eyes bounced between her face, her little
breasts, and her glistening pussy.  His face reddened.  Then hers did as
well.

   She sauntered over to David and Sally Gleason, who were seated just to
the left of her parents.  David was one of her dad's good friends and the
father of her best friend, Tina, who was seated behind her parents with a
group of their friends.  This little area of the club contained some of the
closest people in Cassadee's life.  She couldn't even think about what she
was about to do, but she had planned it in advance, and at this point she
was on autopilot.  She squatted down with her knees together and looked in
David's eyes.  David glanced at Cassadee's mom briefly, who nodded, and he
met her stare with a smile.  "Hi, Mr.  Gleason," she whispered in his ear.
"Can I give you a special present?"

   David glanced at his wife, whose expression could only be described as
neutral, and said, "Of course you can, Cassadee." He was intoxicated by her
perfume -"or maybe her pheromones.

   Cassadee gently sat down on the edge of the stage and slowly parted her
knees.  David's eyes were immediately drawn to the little piece of heaven
between her legs.  He watched as she slowly rolled onto her backside and
spread her legs as far apart as they could go, which was almost parallel
with the stage.  Her sex opened like a blossoming flower.  Her lower lips
were wet and white fluid was visible in her opening.  She reached between
her legs and pulled her labia apart, giving him an unobstructed look into
depths of her teenage pussy.  David's eyes were filled with something she
had never seen.  Pure, animal lust.  She knew without a doubt, that if
given the opportunity, he would fuck her raw.  It shocked her.  But it also
set her on fire.  She wanted to come in a bad way.

   While she was brazenly displaying her sex to her dad's friend, she
glanced over at David's wife and her parents.  All of them were staring at
her pussy.  Her dad's face was flushed.  Then he looked her in the eyes and
smiled and whispered, "You're amazing." This made Cassadee smile and she
saw her mom was beaming with pride.  "I'm proud of you," her mom said. 
Cassadee looked around and saw that everyone on this edge of the stage was
staring right between her legs, including Tina and all of their friends. 
She looked back at David who had, at some point, leaned in closer.  She
could feel his breath on her pussy.  She reached out, pushed his forehead
back, and wagged her finger in a 'naughty boy' manner.  Sally Gleason
playfully punched him on the shoulder.  This made everyone laugh and
Cassadee got up and worked the stage some more, giving everyone else brief
looks at her vulva and her tiny pink rosebud.

   The song ended and she stood there soaking up the applause.  She smiled
and twirled around, then sauntered back to the dressing room door amid a
shower of bills being thrown on the stage.  As she went through the door to
the dressing room, the dancers once again cheered and applauded for her. 
Jessica, who was nude, gave her a long hug, pressing her large, naked
breasts into Cassadee's chest.  A couple of the dancers left to gather the
money from the stage.

   Cassadee cleaned up in the bathroom and dressed in a yellow micro-thong
made by a company called Wicked Weasel.  The top was made up of two tiny
triangles that just covered her puffy nipples and the bottoms consisted of
a piece of fabric barely large enough to contain her vulva.  As a matter of
fact, the very top of her cleft and her entire landing strip was left
peeking over the top of the fabric.  The rest of the outfit was simply
strings, including the part that ran through her ass crack.  She turned to
look at herself in the mirror and was shocked at how small it was.  Her
entire ass was out.  Let's face it, a string in her crack was in no way
considered coverage.  She never would have bought something this small, but
Jessica had convinced her that she might want one.  She smiled at the
thought of going out on the floor like this.  A thrill ran up her spine as
she got a thumbs up from her friend.

   Steeling herself, she opened the door and stepped out into the main
room. She was immediately met with stares and whistles, even though there
were dancers on all three stages.  Her smile went from ear to ear.

   Ben Davidson, who had taken her to prom, and whom she might have dated
if she thought she had time, grabbed her hand as she walked by.  She spun
to a stop and he pulled her into his lap.  She laughed and hugged him.  The
other boys at the table smiled and stared at her tits as they congratulated
her on a job well done.

   "Hey," he said, staring in her eyes.

   "Hey," she said in return.  "You come here often?"

   "Every once in a while," he continued, flirting back.  "But I haven't
seen you here."

   "I'm new," Cassadee said with a shy smile.

   "Ah, I see.  Lucky me."

   "Seriously," she said.  "I'm glad you made it.  I wasn't sure if you
were serious earlier at school."

   "I told you I would be here.  I wouldn't have missed it," he said, his
smile warming Cassadee's insides.

   His arms around her were warm and strong.  He was the quarterback and he
had led their football team to the state championships, taking them farther
than they had been in fifteen years, even if they had lost.  But the season
had ended for the year and his high school football career was over.  He
was heading off to college in the fall on a football scholarship, so
Cassadee was glad he would be able to continue playing the game he loved.

   Ben ran his warm hand over her soft thighs and whispered in her ear. 
"Take me in the back."

   Cassadee's eyes shone brightly as she grabbed his hand and led him
across the floor, through the beaded curtain, and into the private room on
the right.  She took him to the couch, and he sat down.  Immediately, he
reached for his wallet, but Cassadee stopped him and shook her head.  She
straddled him on the couch and kissed him deeply.

   Ben reached around and cupped her ass cheeks in his hands as they made
out.  Cassadee broke from the kiss, grabbed the hem of his shirt, and
peeled it over his head.  She untied her tiny bikini top and dropped it
beside them on the couch.  Then she pressed her breasts into his muscular
chest and continued kissing him.  His hands ran up and down her bare back,
landing once again on her butt.  He pulled her into his groin and they both
gasped simultaneously.

   Cassadee began to grind her pussy into Ben's jeans.  She could tell he
was hard.  She wanted to fuck him so badly and wondered why she hadn't
bothered after prom a week ago.  It wasn't like he would have rejected her.
She was pretty sure he had wanted to.  But she had just lost her virginity
less than a couple weeks before that, and it was all so new.

   Breaking off their kiss, Cassadee stood up and released the ties on her
hips, letting the micro-thong fall to the floor.  She undid Ben's fly and
in one movement, pulled his jeans and boxer briefs down over his knees. 
His hard cock sprang up and slapped against his six-pack.

   Cassadee straddled Ben's lap again, pinning his dick between her pussy
and his stomach.  As she stuck her tongue down his throat, she slid herself
up and down the underside of his shaft.  She was already so wet that the
hard length of his penis was immediately covered in her lubrication.  As
she slid forward, up toward the tip and then back down, it rubbed against
her clit and she moaned into his mouth.

   On one of the upstrokes, she rose a little too high, and as she came
back down the swollen head of his dick slid just inside her vaginal
entrance.  Cassadee's eyes grew big as she froze, and a shiver ran through
her entire body.  If she did this, he would be only the second person she
had ever had sex with.  She was going to be shattering that count before
the night was over anyway.  Ben's blue eyes looked at her with longing,
waiting for her to make the next move.  Coming to a decision in her mind
that had already been made by her body, she lowered herself slowly and
began to take the entire length of him inside her.  Ben moaned and leaned
his head back against the leather couch.  Cassadee squeezed her eyes shut
and bit her lip as she seated her inexperienced vagina fully on and around
his stiff rod.

   Ben's lips found a puffy pink nipple, and he licked and sucked on it as
Cassadee rose and fell in long, slow strokes.  He had dreamed of this
moment, wanting, on numerous occasions, to ask Cassadee to be his
girlfriend.  They had been out on a number of group dates, and even had a
couple by themselves.  But she was a straight-A student who was heavily
involved in extracurricular activities, and she had always said that she
was too busy to date.  Up until now, he had never really been sure if she
liked him that much.  He had thought that maybe she was just trying to let
him off easily because she wasn't interested.  But now Ben had all the
reassurance he needed, and he wanted this moment to last forever.

   Cassadee couldn't quite believe she was fucking Ben Davidson, the high
school quarterback, in the back of a strip club.  She hadn't brought him in
here with the intention of doing this.  But once he tried to pay her, she
knew she couldn't take the money.  She realized she liked him too much for
that -"it would make her feel cheap.  This probably wasn't the appropriate
time or place, but she wanted this moment to be about their feelings for
each other.  And besides, she had been working herself up all night.  What
better outlet for all of that sexual energy than with someone she had real
feelings for?

   She picked up her pace, her dripping pussy squelching against his
abdomen with every stroke.  She could feel the entire length of him
invading her sex every time she lowered herself onto his dick.  It was
heaven.  Why had she waited so long to explore her sexuality?  She always
told herself she was too busy, but was it something else?  Was she scared
of this side of herself?  Because at this moment in time, she wanted
nothing more than to fuck Ben Davidson for the rest of her natural born
life.

   Cassadee was trembling, trying to hold off the orgasm she knew was
moments away.  Ben must have been doing the same because he was sweating
and shaking as well.  They stared into each other's eyes and Cassadee
kissed him one last time, their mouths open and their tongues exploring. 
She was riding the very crest of a wave that was about to throw her
headfirst into the bottom of the sea.

   Finally, she could hold out no longer, and her vaginal muscles exploded
into seizures.  Cassadee collapsed onto the length of his dick as her pussy
grabbed and throttled his manhood inside of her.  She moaned into his
mouth, with their chests pressed together, as the orgasm wracked her entire
body.  For the second time that night, a reservoir of fluid released from
deep within, soaking Ben's lap.

   As Cassadee's orgasm was ending, Ben pulled her ass tightly against
himself, thrusting as deeply into her as he could get.  He threw back his
head and groaned as his balls released and he unloaded himself inside of
her tight pussy, filling her womb with his semen.

   Cassadee, having never broken the kiss, sucked on his tongue as he came.
After he finished, and melted into the couch, their lips parted.  She
stayed on top of him, his dick still hard inside her, not wanting it to
end. Cassadee kissed his face with gentle pecks as Ben wrapped his arms
around her back and pulled her against him again.

   "I want to see you again soon," he whispered to her.

   "You will.  I promise."

   Cassadee snapped back to reality and realized that she needed to move.
This was going to be messy.  Thank goodness she had asked for the towels.
She raised herself off of him slowly as a mixture of their cum fell out of
her and onto his groin.  Slightly embarrassed, she walked over and grabbed
a towel and wiped herself up.  Then she came back to Ben, and with an
unused portion of the towel, began to gently clean him off.  His eyes never
left hers.

   Finally, with both of them as clean as they could get, they dressed and
left the room.  Back in the main area, Ben pulled her in for another kiss
and the world disappeared around them for a few moments.  Then, to
Cassadee's dismay, the kiss was broken, and he headed back to his table,
but his eyes told her that this wasn't the end.

   Cassadee glanced over to her mom, who had seen the exchange and smiled
knowingly at her daughter as Cassadee blushed.  She walked quickly through
the side door and into the dressing room.  She shut herself into the
restroom and saw her face in the mirror.  She had never known what it meant
when people said someone looked 'freshly fucked'.  But now she saw it.  Her
face was flushed, and it glowed.  It was so obvious that Cassadee was
embarrassed to leave the room.  But she took off her Wicked Weasel, climbed
in the shower, and rinsed off, careful not to mess up her hair.  She dried
off, put her bikini back on, and went back to the dressing room to reapply
her lipstick.  Jessica stared at her with a puzzled expression, but
Cassadee ignored her.

   Over the next thirty minutes she gave four lap dances.  Three were for
guys she knew from school who had graduated in previous years, and one was
for a total stranger.  The dances were rather routine, and she hadn't even
needed any more of the towels in the private room.

   As Cassadee was working the floor, saying hello and thanking people for
coming out, she noticed Mr.  MacLochlan, or "Mr.  McLovely", as her A.P. 
Literature teacher was known around school, and his wife enter the
building. Her heart suddenly leaped into her throat.  No!  She couldn't be
seen like this by him!  She began to panic and started to head for the
dressing room door.  As she was passing by her parents' seats her mom
grabbed her wrist, halting her retreat.

   "Where are you going in such a hurry," Kathleen asked.  "And why do you
look like you just saw a ghost?"

   "Mom, please let me go.  Mr.  MacLochlan just came in.  I've had a crush
on him for as long as I've known him, but I can't let him see me like this.
He's too perfect.  I'm too intimidated right now!"

   "Calm down.  Think logically.  Even if you run to the back right now,
you still have to come out for your third set.  And he will see you then.
All of you.  At least right now you are wearing a bikini.  I mean, I think
it's a bikini.  I've seen more material in a potholder." She smiled at
Cassadee, trying to lighten up the mood.

   "Oh, mom," she said in anguish.  "I feel like I'm going to throw up."

   "Trust me, Cass, it will be fine.  Here they come." Kathleen waved at
Connor MacLochlan and his wife Danielle.  Cassadee was frozen in place. 
She tried to look nonchalant, but feared she just looked nauseous.

   Connor approached them smiling.  As his eyes took in Cassadee, his smile
faltered for only a second.  Cassadee thought that his eyes may have gotten
a little bigger as well.  "Kathleen, Roger, how are you?" he asked.  He
bent down and kissed Cassadee's mom on the cheek and shook her dad's hand.
Danielle greeted them as well.  Then Connor looked Cassadee up and down. 
"Wow, Cass.  You look absolutely stunning.  Happy Coming of Age."

   Cassadee was pulled into a hug by Mr.  McLovely and suddenly her barely
covered breasts were pressed against his chest.  His aftershave was like a
cloud of pheromone-soaked sex gas.  Cassadee legitimately felt wetness
release from somewhere inside.  She was mortified at the thought that it
might show through, but she didn't dare look down there.  Wistfully, she
lamented the fact that she would never find a guy like Connor MacLochlan.
He was perfection.  Sadly, his hug ended, and his wife Danielle hugged her
as well, telling her that she had heard many good things about her and was
pleased to meet her.

   It didn't help Cassadee's situation that Danielle MacLochlan looked like
a supermodel straight from the pages of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit
issue.  Her face and body were unmatched outside of L.A.  eor Miami. 
Cassadee felt badly because part of her hated Danielle without even knowing
her.  But Cassadee smiled, and the couple took the seats just to the left
of her parents that had previously been occupied by David and Sally
Gleason.

   "Well, I should get back to greeting people," Cassadee said.  They said
their goodbyes, and Cassadee began to walk away.  Out of the corner of her
eye she glanced back and saw Mr.  McLovely's eyes glued to her ass. 
Cassadee entered the dressing room and immediately took a seat at the
makeup table.  Her head was spinning.  How would she have the confidence to
go back out and do her third set?

   "You're back here a little early," Jessica teased.  "This wouldn't have
anything to do with Mr.  McLovely, who I just saw walk in, would it?"

   "Oh, Jess.  You have no idea.  I've crushed on him for three years.  How
can I go back out there now?"

   "The same way you went out there to begin with.  Honey, a couple hours
ago, you had never been naked in front of a crowd.  Now you have been.  A
couple hours ago you had never given a lap dance.  Now you have.  And soon
you will go back out there, rock your third set, and bring this house to
its knees.  It doesn't matter who's out there, Cass.  Go out and use the
confidence that has been building inside you all night long.  Make this a
night that will never be forgotten in this dinky little town."

   Cassadee's eyes were ready to spill over as she listened to her friend's
words of wisdom.  She hugged Jessica and thanked her.  Her final set was in
twenty minutes, so she decided not to bother going back out, and Jessica
fixed her hair and makeup again.  Cassadee dressed in her final outfit and
began pumping herself up for her final set.

   *****

   "Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for visiting with us here at
Defloration.  Tonight, as I'm sure you are well aware, is Cassadee's Coming
of Age party!  If you've been here all night, you know it's been a party to
remember!  If you've just arrived, then you've made it just in time.  This
is Cassadee's final set and I'm pretty sure it will have been well worth
the wait.  For her third set of the night, let's welcome Miss Cassadee
Ellison!"

   Cassadee had decided to change it up this time and do her slow song
first.  She stepped onto the stage to the melodic notes of 'Hello' by
Adele. She swung around the pole and relied on her lyrical ballet lessons,
mesmerizing the audience with her grace and beauty.

   She was dressed in a light pink lacy camisole with matching panties and
heels.  This was her last set, and she wasn't going to spend half of it
taking her clothes off...nerves be damned.  If a show was what people were
here to see, then she was going to give them a show they would talk about
for years.

   By the time the song was more than half over, she had already discarded
her top and kicked off her shoes.  Only panties stood in her way now.  With
the final notes of the song, Cassadee's pink thong hit the floor.  The now
familiar roar from the crowd washed over her.  Once again, she was
completely nude in front of a good portion of the townsfolk -"including
Connor MacLochlan.

   She put that thought out of her mind and hit the floor with the energy
of a cheerleader as 'Cherry Pie' by Warrant screamed out of the speakers.
She tumbled and backflipped and landed in a split, much to the appreciation
of the audience.  She cartwheeled across the stage and then arched her back
into a bridge with her hands on the stage behind her and spread her knees,
sticking her pussy out for all to see.  The crowd loved it.

   Cassadee was tweaking like an exhibitionism junkie, yet again.  She
performed some more of her athletic moves and then began to crawl around
the edge of the stage, showing herself to people.  She knelt in front of
some of them, showing her asshole and pussy from behind.  For others, she
sat down and leaned back, spreading her legs.  There was now a continuous
roar from the crowd.

   As 'Fuck You Like an Animal' by Nine Inch Nails came on, she began to
roll around, not only showing her intimate parts to people, but also
squeezing her nipples and using her fingers to spread her pussy lips wide
open.  During the chorus she would gyrate her hips, pretending to
masturbate.  It was rude and graphic, but she knew, ultimately, that this
was what the people wanted to see from her last set.  This was all part of
coming of age.  It was not only a debutante-like "coming out" to society,
but it was a baring of the soul and body, leaving nothing hidden about who
you were.

   As the final notes of the song played, she pretended to come, bucking
and shaking until she lay on the stage immobile.  Confetti cannons on each
side of the stage exploded and covered her in little streamers and bits of
paper.  The crowd went absolutely nuts and soon money was intermixed with
confetti all over the stage.  As she stood, she looked around.  There were
not only $1 bills, but everything up to and including twenties and a fifty
here and there.  She posed for the audience and couldn't help laughing. 
She was so unbelievably happy in this moment that she didn't want it to
end.

   Just as Cassadee was about to turn around and leave the stage, Tom
Browning was there behind her, grabbing her wrist and lifting it in the air
like a prize fighter who had just won the heavyweight title.  Another round
of applause went on for at least a minute and a half.

   Finally, as the crowd began to quiet down, Tom held a microphone up and
said, "Wow!  That was possibly the best show we have ever had here!  We
here at Defloration want to thank you all for coming out.  But we
especially want to thank Cassidee Ellison for her amazing performances
tonight.  But she isn't quite done yet!"

   Cassadee's smile faded as her heart skipped a beat.  She had forgotten
about this part.  Suddenly her confidence vanished, and she was once again
a frightened little girl.  Subconsciously, she positioned her arms to cover
her nudity.

   "Cassadee has agreed to give us a special show tonight.  One that will
far surpass everything that has come before.  She has decided that she
wants to truly open herself to you -"heart, mind and body.  Cassadee will
be ending her performances tonight by sharing with all of us the most
intimate, most private thing a young girl can do by herself.  She pretended
to do it during the last song, but Cassadee is now prepared to go all the
way." A dancer brought out a chair and set it at center stage with the pole
directly behind it.

   "Cassadee," said Tom, turning toward her.  "Are you ready to give us
this most precious and beautiful gift, by allowing us to watch you
masturbate, talking us through your technique and sharing with us that
ultimate ecstatic moment of female orgasm?"

   Holy shit holy shit holy shit!  What could she do?  How could she
refuse? She had signed up for this in a moment of impulse.  It had been in
the back of her mind all along, but she had put off thinking about it until
this moment.  She couldn't back out.  She would look like a total fool and
she would never be able to face her friends or neighbors again.  Her mind
raced, trying to think of any possible way to escape this.  But there was
no escape.  She was here right now, in the spotlight.  She had to give Tom
an answer.  Cassadee swallowed the lump in her throat and spoke into the
microphone.