The opening night at "Pussy Galore" 

Hello, there. My name is Laura. I work in a busy bar in the city centre.
But today it was one of those slow days, as there were only a few 
customers in. I was idly flicking through a trade paper. In the 
situations vacant column, I came across this interesting notice asking 
for applications for bar staff for a new bar that was about to open in 
the town centre. The line in the advert that caught my eye was, 
‘Applicants must be attractive and willing to work in the nude.' 

I could not believe what I was seeing, so I read it again. Yes, that is
what it said. I don't know what made me do it but I picked up the phone 
and rang the number immediately. The phone was answered by a lady who 
called herself Carol. She asked me some details about age and 
experience and then asked me if I had read the part about working in 
the nude. I told her that I had, and that was one of the reasons I was 
applying for the job. After a few more questions, she made arrangements 
for me to attend an interview the following week. 

After I had put the phone down, I realized what I had done. I smiled to
myself. I couldn't believe that if I got the job, I was going to be 
able to live out one of my wildest fantasies. For in the many years I 
had been doing this job, as a barmaid, I had many times experienced an 
exciting sensation when I saw punters looking at me up and down, their 
eyes literally stripping the clothes from my body. I had often wondered 
just what it would feel like to actually be totally naked serving 
behind a bar. 

The day of the interview at last arrived, and I have to admit, I was in
a state of nervous tension. Had I done the right thing? Could I 
actually go through with it? Could I even attend the interview? If I 
did, what would I have to do? Who would be there to see me? All these 
questions and others had been flashing through my mind all night as I 
tossed and turned in my bed. 

I finally got up. It was still early but I could not sleep. I took a
long shower and wrapped myself in a towel. I made myself some breakfast 
but only nibbled at it. I called and arranged for a taxi to come and 
pick me up as I did not want to be late. As I sat at my dressing table 
taking extra care over my make up and hair, I wondered just what I 
should wear for the interview. 

I also wondered who would be doing the interviews. I guessed, a man or a
woman or whoever it was, would want to see me naked, or at least in my 
undies. I stood in front of the full length mirror and slipped out of 
the towel. I looked at my naked body, and yes, I did have to admit I 
was attractive. I still had a slight tan from my holiday in Spain, and 
it was a full body tan, apart from a small white triangle that 
highlighted my neatly trimmed pussy.  My breasts were firm and I felt 
my nipples stir as I caressed them. My stomach was almost flat and a 
jeweled pin flashed in my navel. From my drawer, I selected my most 
attractive set of bra and knickers, a matching white lace set.  I smiled 
as I eased them on, noticing that the lace did not completely obscure 
the dark rings of my nipples nor the dark patch of pubic hair above my 
pussy lips. I completed my outfit with dark tan hold up stockings, a 
colorful skirt, and a smart white blouse. 

The taxi driver knew the location of the place. He smiled in a knowing
way when I told him I was going for an interview, but he did not say 
anything. I wondered to myself if he had also seen the advert. Pussy 
Galore, for that's what the club was called, was situated in a new 
building development. In fact, when we pulled up outside, workmen were 
still putting the finishing touches to the outside. A large notice 
across the front of the building announced that it was opening soon 
with totally naked bar staff. I smiled at the workmen who stopped work 
and watched me as I made my way inside. 

Inside, it was a very modern looking place with stainless steel, glass
and nice subdued lighting. At the reception desk, an attractive young 
lady took my name and picked up a phone. Almost at once a tall good 
looking blond came out and greeted me,. She introduced herself as 
Carol. She was the person I had spoken to on the phone. 

She took me into an office that was untidy with papers and strewn with
items of clothing. "Sorry about the mess," she said, "but as you know, 
we open tomorrow and I have not been able to get around to tidying 
things away." As I sat down, she offered me a drink of orange which I 
accepted gratefully, as already my mouth was dry. I passed her my CV 
details and as she glanced through them, she went on to explain about 
the job. 

"The first thing we need to get straight, Laura, is that while you are
working here in the club, you will expected to be completely naked at 
all times." She looked at me and I nodded. "Good," she smiled. "You are 
a very attractive young lady, just the type we are looking for. The 
hours we are open will be from 6pm to 2 am, and you will be required to 
work at least 6 hours per night." She then went on to explain about the 
pay and other conditions, and the extras we could get for selling 
champagne and other expensive bottles of wine. 

Usually we would be behind the bar, but we also would be expected to do
waitressing.  We would be allowed to socialize with the punters if they 
asked us to have a drink with them, but there would be no contact. Any 
punter caught breaking this rule would be evicted from the club. 

"Well, Laura, that's all the details. Now l will take you through the
club to meet Mr. Donaldson, the club's owner, and Peter Jackson, our 
manager, who are conducting the interviews. Just one more thing," she 
said, "during the interview, you will be expected to undress. Is that 
OK with you?" I felt a little shiver of excitement go through my body 
as I nodded my acceptance. 

She then took me through to the club itself. It was quite a large
circular room with a large well stocked bar in the centre. There were 
piles of tables and chairs against the wall waiting to be set out, and 
at one table two men were seated. They were both watching intently as 
in front of them an attractive all but naked blond of about my age was 
just in the process of removing her brief knickers. She dropped the 
knickers on the top of her other discarded clothes and stood there 
completely naked in front of the two who nodded their approval to each 
other. 

Carol pointed out a chair to me and then went over and joined the two
men at the table.   I sat down and watched with butterflies in my 
stomach as the girl was asked to walk across the floor in front of the 
group. I then noticed that the trio sitting at the table were not the 
only ones in the room. Two other guys who were supposed to be stocking 
the bar were leaning on the bar watching the naked girl with interest 
as she walked slowly across the room before returning back to the 
table. Also, there was another guy, probably a cleaner from the look of 
him, leaning on a broom, a smile showing on his black face. 

I heard Carol thank her and tell her that if she decided to take the job
she needed to let them know as soon as possible. The girl thanked them 
and started quickly slipping back into her clothes. Well, at least that 
was one of my questions answered.  I was going to have to take all my 
clothes off. 

When the girl had left, the woman called me over,  introducing me to the
two men.  Mr. Donaldson was a smart looking man with grey hair, 
probably in his fifties. Peter Jackson was a much younger, attractive 
guy. He smiled at me. "Thanks for coming along Laura. Has Carol gone 
through the details with you?" I nodded. 

They inquired about my previous experience. I told them that I had
worked in a bar in the city centre for the last four years. Mr. 
Donaldson asked me how I felt about working naked. I told him that it 
was something that I had never experienced before, but if I got the 
job, I was more than willing to give it a try. Carol thanked me for 
being so honest and then asked me if I would mind undressing. "You 
realize," she said, "for this job, we do need to see what you look like 
without your clothes on." She smiled. 

I must say I was feeling a little nervous when I stood there in front of
the table and with slightly shaking fingers, began to unbutton my 
blouse. The two guys were watching me with interest and I felt a little 
embarrassed by their close scrutiny. I removed my blouse and skirt 
slowly, but when I got down to my bra and knickers, I was getting a 
little excited about showing my naked body to these perfect strangers. 
That was not including the two guys behind the bar and the guy with the 
broom. They had again all stopped work and I knew they were watching me 
as I removed my clothes. 

I unclasped my bra and I was pleased when I heard Peter make a
complimentary remark to Mr. Donaldson about how firm my breasts were. I 
dropped my bra on top of my other clothes and quickly slipped off my 
brief knickers. I stood there in front of them naked. They sat there in 
silence and had a good look at my body and then nodded. Carol asked me 
to turn around. I did so slowly, displaying the twin globes of my firm 
bottom for their close inspection. Then like the young lady before me, 
I was asked to walk around the room. It was a strange erotic sensation 
walking around a room naked in front of a group of total strangers and 
I felt my body start to becoming quite aroused. My nipples were already 
hard and I was also a little embarrassed to feel my juices beginning to 
flow. 

I was pleased when they told me that they found me very attractive and
that they would like to offer me a job. They asked if I would like time 
to think about it. I said that I did not have to think, that I would 
like to accept their offer. Mr. Donaldson smiled at me. "I think we 
will all drink to that," he said. "Would you like to go over to the bar 
and fetch us a couple of whiskies, and a vodka for Carol? Oh, and get 
yourself one."  I was just about to pick up my clothes when I saw him 
shake his head. "No, go just as you are," he said. 

I slowly walked across to the bar. The two guys smiled at me and moved
aside. Now, both were getting a good close up eyeful of my exposed 
charms. I poured out the drinks, placed them on a tray, and walked back 
to the table. Mr. Donaldson smiled and thanked me. "You are just the 
type we are looking for," he said. "Totally at ease with your body." 
Little did he know, I thought to myself. 

At last I got back into my clothes. Peter informed me that they were
opening the following Friday, but there was a special preview night on 
Thursday for invited guests and the press. He asked if I could be there 
by six o'clock to take part in a photo session and meet the other 
girls. I promised to be there. 

I now couldn't wait for Thursday to arrive. I booked in at my local
beauty salon for a massage and a facial. I wanted to look my best.  On 
Thursday I even arrived at the bar fifteen minutes early. All the 
workmen had now left and everything was looking neat and tidy. Another 
notice had been added to the one about naked bar staff. It now 
announced Grand Opening, Tomorrow, Friday. 

There were several people already in the bar. Carol saw me and came
over. She introduced me to an attractive colored girl called Erica, one 
of the four girls I would be working with tonight. The blond girl who 
had been interviewed before me came in and joined us. Her name was 
Jill, and just before six, the last girl, a petite Asian girl, rushed 
in, apologizing for being a little late. Carol smiled and said that it 
was OK. Her name turned out to be Susu. 

Carol showed us all through to a dressing room at the rear of the bar.
There was a door from it leading straight through to the bar itself. 
She explained that this is where we would change when we started work. 
It was a well set out room with toilets, showers, a hot drink machine, 
and a row of lockers lining the wall, one each with our name on it. 
Carol handed us each a set of keys for our own locker. 

She suggested that we got ready straight away. They were running a
little late due to some last minute problems, but if we were ready, 
then they could get started as soon as they were ready for us.  It was 
a strange and exciting feeling stripping that first night, knowing that 
I was about to spend most of the next eight hours naked in the presence 
of a crowd of men that I had never met before. 

When we were all naked, Carol checked us out. She complimented us on how
good we all looked. I have to admit, dressed the other three girls were 
attractive, naked they were stunning.  Erica's dark skin, large firm 
breasts and black protruding nipples were striking. She was slim with a 
flat stomach. There was just a hint of a dark vee where her pubes had 
been almost trimmed away to expose the dark lips of her pussy. She 
contrasted well with Susu who had long black hair, olive skin, and firm 
but not too large breasts with sharp nipples. She too was slim, and 
like a lot of Asian women, there was not a trace of hair around her 
pussy which seemed almost to pout. Jill I had already seen naked at my 
interview. The shapely blond had large breasts with just the hint of a 
droop. They moved interestingly with the movement of her body and like 
all of us, one could clearly see her state of arousal by her erect 
nipples. A narrow band of golden hair (yes, she was a true blond) led 
your eyes to the delightful cleft of her pussy. 

Carol did have one little suggestion. It had been decided that we should
all wear hold up stockings with lacy tops. She said Mr. Donaldson had 
commented on how sexy a girl looked when she was naked apart from hold 
ups and heels. He had provided us with a selection of stockings, and we 
all took a pair and put them on. I had to agree with him when I looked 
at the other three. Yes, it just finished the job off. 

She told us that when we had finished with the photographs, we could
relax until opening time. She would organize us some food from the 
buffet that was to be set out for the guests. She suddenly got a call 
on her intercom and told us that they were ready for us. It was not as 
bad as I thought it would be walking out there for the first time, 
maybe because I was in the company of three other naked girls. It was 
still incredibly arousing walking out without a stitch of clothing on 
to face the group of photographers made up of around fifteen men and 
just one woman. 

I felt very turned on as the guys eyed us, and I could see comments
being passed around. The photographers did not waste any time. They 
first took pictures of all four of us separately. Then we had pictures 
taken with Mr. Donaldson and Peter, some with Carol, and lastly with 
this guy, Charley Benn, the manager of the local football team who was 
doing the official opening of the bar later on that evening. 

After the pictures were taken, we all retired to the locker room where
true to her word, Carol had laid on a little spread for us. We sat and 
chatted as we stuffed our faces with the wonderful food. It seems that 
I was not the only one to feel aroused by our little display and all 
three of the other girls were still somewhat nervous about appearing 
naked in front of what we now knew would be a large crowd of people. 

There was a good supply of wine and champagne but Carol had warned us
not to have too much. She also suggested that when the club opened, we 
all work the first hour as it would be busy, then once the rush had 
gone, we work an hour on and twenty minutes off. It seemed a sensible 
idea and we all agreed. 

Five minutes to eight found the four of us naked and more than a little
nervous, standing behind the bar,. I could not speak for the others, 
but although I was nervous, it was tinged with a little excitement. I 
knew that in a few minutes the bar would be crowded with customers and 
I would have to serve the ogling punters with nothing to hide my 
blushes. 

In the end it was not as bad as I had expected. Once I got over the
first fifteen minutes or so, I began to enjoy myself. The customers for 
the most part were polite and friendly and I began to enjoy the feeling 
of being totally naked in front of so many attractive young men. I was 
certainly feeling somewhat aroused when I returned to the dressing room 
after my first stint, so much so that I locked myself in the toilet and 
relieved myself by pressing my fingers deep into my wet pussy. 

The waitressing was the most fun. Behind the bar you felt safe, away
from straying hands, but out on the floor, mixing with the punters, you 
felt the occasional hand accidentally, of course, touch you, and you 
were also in close proximity to the customers. If customers bought a 
bottle of champagne, we were allowed to go and sit with them and drink 
it. This was very intimate and exciting chatting with the guys, knowing 
that you were allowing them to see everything up close. I did actually 
meet a couple of very nice guys, and even arranged to meet up with them 
in the near future. 

The night seemed to pass quickly and although we were all a little tired
by the end, I myself was quite disappointed when closing time arrived. 
I had met some interesting people, and lived out my fantasy. Mr. 
Donaldson and Peter came over and thanked us and told us that they had 
heard nothing but compliments about all of us. 

Back in the locker room we all agreed that it had been an interesting
and exciting evening and I, for one, could not wait for the public 
opening tomorrow. I have to admit that when I got back to my apartment, 
I was still highly aroused by the whole experience. Although it would 
have been nice to have a real man to jump into bed with, I settled for 
my plastic friend. As I manipulated it expertly inside my highly 
aroused pussy, I knew that in the next few weeks I needed to find 
myself a man or I was going to wear this thing out.