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My First and Only Time as a Stripper
by Obmuj (address withheld)

***

18-year-old Stacey was somewhat of a loner, and a 
virgin. On her first real vacation on her own, she 
arrives for ten-days in NYC and finds the lure of easy 
money. She also finds that it comes with a price, but 
she allows her greed to win out. (M+/F-teen, exh, 1st)

***

I was on vacation, and walking down the main street and 
the sign in the window of a bar caught my attention, 
"Amateur Dance Contest Tonight - $500 First Prize." 
Traveling alone on my vacation, and I was short on 
cash, and decided to step inside the bar to see what 
was required to enter the contest.

When I entered the bar, it was empty, and I knew the 
place was a strip club, by all the signs out front and 
the photos that showed girls in small costumes. I knew 
no one was likely to recognize me, and I could use the 
money. For whatever the reason, I understood there was 
the fact that a bunch of guys would be looking at me in 
the flesh, but money prompted me to enter the club.

Inside, I found the club was not overly bright with 
lighting, and a long bar ran across the one wall, and 
there was a rectangular stage in the center of the bar. 
The stage was probably eight feet square, and there 
were small tables with four chairs at each table. 

Around the opposite wall from the bar, were booths, 
with what seemed to be red leather cushions, as were 
the bar stools and chairs at the tables. Two brass 
poles, one on each end of the stage, I knew were where 
the girls wrapped themselves around them, to tease the 
customers. There were three more brass poles spaced on 
the wide top of the bar.

I had seen several movies that had scenes with girls’ 
stripping, and I knew what was required, if I was to 
enter the contest. For whatever I was thinking, I 
didn’t consider that I wouldn’t be win. Behind the bar, 
I saw a young guy, perhaps 28-years-old, and he saw me 
and asked if he could help me. Walking over to where he 
was working behind the bar, and I assumed he was 
stocking the beer coolers, with extra beer, and 
whatever else is necessary to set u a bar.

"Hi, I’m Stacey, Stacey Milton, and I was wondering 
about the sign for the contest, and what I would need 
to do if I wished to enter?"

Being not only attractive and a hunk, he was cocky, and 
in a cool voice told me, "Take off your clothes and 
move around on the stages, and let the guys look you 
over really close like, do you understand?"

"Yes, but what do I wear?"

"Before you dance, you could be in short-shorts, or a 
micro mini skirt, and some type of a tight blouse, or 
bathing suit top. Have you ever danced before, or are 
you really an amateur?"

"Never, but how long do I dance, I’ve no ideas what to 
do, other than what I have seen in the movies?"

"Have a seat, I’m about done, and we can discuss what 
is involved."

Then I listened as "Brad" told me his first name, and 
what all was required to dance. And he asked to see my 
identification, as I must be 18 to dance. Brad, told 
me, hop up on the bar and give him a demo. Brad, walked 
over and locked the front door, and then he put a 
couple of dollars in the jukebox, and had me walk 
behind the bar, climb up the small stairs that allowed 
someone to get up on the bar. I was wearing a skirt 
that reached about half way to me knees, a shell top, 
and underneath them a matching bra and panty set. The 
shoes I was wearing were casual, made to look like 
bamboo woven together.

"Hop up, and I will give you some hints as what you 
should do, and will tell you up front, the competition 
is tough."

I climbed up the steps, and after the first song was 
over, I listened to Brad as he told me how to move, and 
what to show and how to show it. By the time the second 
song had ended, I had finally improved my moves and 
steps so I didn’t look like a clod on the bar stage. 
When the fourth song was over, Brad suggested I take a 
break, and have a drink, and then I could start all 
over and do a complete set of three tunes. 

"You can strip as quickly as you want, but I would 
suggest you leave your clothes on during the first 
number. When you're doing the second song, you should 
be down to nothing by the time the song is half over, 
and let the guys have little peeks between your legs, 
not a lot but enough to show them a quick shot of your 
beaver. During the third song, you want to kneel down, 
and spread your legs wide open for a few seconds, then 
drag your hand across your sex, but you can’t touch 
yourself, that is against the law."

Somewhere along the way you need to lie back, with your 
legs up in the air, wide open and hump your butt up and 
down. Always smile, or pout when the words of the songs 
are sexy, and I will be sure you get the best songs to 
dance to, that will help you, and I select the judges, 
so they just might vote for whom I saw, as they want to 
be judges because they get free drinks for helping me. 
"So let’s see what you have to offer."

I climbed up on the stage, and I did as Brad told me, 
and finally he moved around to the front of the bar, 
and while I was moving, he would take his hands and 
move my legs in the way to improve my striping. When I 
was flat on my back, he showed me how to move my legs, 
and bump my hips up from the bar. I knew a moment of 
concern, as I was now being viewed by a man for the 
first time in my life. I was a virgin, who’d never 
considered such a thing as I was doing in this bar, in 
fact, the first bar I’d ever been in.

Looking at Brad, I saw his eyes were starring directly 
at my sex, and I wondered what he was thinking as he 
glared at my sex? Then I finished my dance, and Brad 
suggested I do one more song, and try to be a little 
smoother when I went from one step to the other, and he 
showed me how to move my body on the pool. 

Brad, had me fairly well trained, and told me that he 
would be sure I danced on the bar, and I would be the 
last, as by the time the judges and crowd saw five or 
six girls, they didn’t remember what the first ones 
were like.

During the last dance, I didn’t think about Brad moving 
my legs apart, and even when his hands moved up my leg. 
Then I felt his fingers brushing across my sex, just 
lightly, but he was cropping a feel, and he had no idea 
that he was the first to do such a thing with me. 

When he tried to push his finger up inside my sex, I 
moved my legs as he had shown me how to close them when 
a customer tried to crop a feel. I didn’t feel upset 
with Brad’s liberty in touching me, and I enjoyed his 
saying to me, "Nice bush, and thick, the guys will like 
that on you, as they are tired of the dancer’s strips, 
or naked beavers."

"Wait a minute before you get dressed, I want to get 
you something," Brad told me, and I watched him walk 
through a door at the far end of the bar. When he 
returned, he was carrying two small pieces of material, 
which turned out to be a small bikini, very small, but 
enough to cover my pubes, except a few peeked out the 
edges when I tried the suit on.

Finally Brad told me to be sure to do a lint check 
before dancing, and when I asked him what a lint test 
was, he said, make sure there were no toilet paper 
shards, or strings on my sex, and to take a cloth and 
wipe my breast with some type of rouge on the nipples 
so they were pinker.

Brad, told me to be at the bar around 7:30 that 
evening, and that way I could hand around and speak 
with the judges, but as I was only eighteen, I couldn’t 
drink, not even a sip, or he would have to make me 
leave the club. You need a shorter skirt, and a sexier 
top, but the bra and panties I had on were perfect. 
Then Brad told me, "You’ll need a stage name, so how 
about we call you, "Virgin Stacey" and that way the 
guys will believe you are a virgin."

At the time, I wondered what Brad would have thought if 
he had known I was a virgin, and he was the first to 
see and touch me between my legs? I left the bar, and 
as Brad unlocked the door, he patted my buttocks, and 
as I started to chastize him, he smiled and told me, 
"Don’t let the fellows touch you, as it is against the 
law, and we will both be in trouble, but don’t be nasty 
with them, just smile as you say no touchy."

Walking down the street, I entered a small restaurant 
and walked in and took a seat at the counter, and 
enjoyed a soup and sandwich lunch. My mind played over 
what I was planning on doing this evening. My life had 
been sheltered from that of my peers I grew up within 
the small Nevada farming community. Other than working 
in casinos, there were few jobs that a girl of eighteen 
could get that paid good money, and even the work in 
the casinos, was not great, as the tips were taxable, 
and the casinos had worked a deal with the IRS to keep 
then from being audited, got their employees screwed 
royally. Even working in a restaurant, the IRS told us 
how much our tips were, based on our sales.

During high school, my parents had more or less forced 
me to attend their church. I found after becoming a 
teenager, and I resented the way the church controlled 
my life and beliefs. More important, my desires to be 
less controlled by the religion of a few people who 
were the elders of the church, and even ruled on what 
clothes we should wear. Finally during my senior year, 
I told my parents, I felt like an outcast from my 
friends in school, and I was no longer going to wear 
the home stitched dresses that I had been wearing.

My father had reached out and slapped my face, and it 
hurt, but I was determined, and once more I told my 
father, you hit me again and I will have you arrested. 
Before the words were hardly out of my mouth, my 
father’s hand struck me quickly and so hard, it caused 
two of my teeth to become loose, and my lips were 
busted and bleeding.

I ran from the house and took off down the paved county 
road, and flagged down a passing car. I was crying, and 
asked the driver to take me to the sheriff’s office. 
When we pulled up in front of the sheriff’s office, I 
thanked the driver, and ran into the office, and within 
a few minutes a female deputy was speaking to me, and 
filing out forms. I was taken to the hospital, and a 
dentist was called to the emergency room, and suggested 
that braces be placed on my teeth, and they should 
become solid once more in my gums.

They female deputy sheriff, and two other deputies, 
drove out to my father’s farm, and when we pulled up in 
front of the farm house, I was scarred. The female 
deputy told me I would be all right, and if my mother 
did not stand by me, that I would be placed with a 
loving family until I was eighteen.

My father was furious, and started berating me as I 
walked up the walkway to the front porch, and the 
deputies told him, "You need to settle down, and we 
have a warrant for you arrest." As the deputies walked 
up to handcuff my father, he swung his fist and hit one 
of them in the mouth, and within moments, all three 
deputies were on top of him, and handcuffed his hands 
behind his back. They took some type of plastic strip 
and fastened his legs. Then the police placed him in 
the back of one of the cruisers, and took him to jail, 
and when he went to court, the judge gave my father one 
year and a day in jail.

My mother agreed to not punish me for contacting the 
law, and by the time dad was out of jail, I had 
graduated from high school, had gotten my own room at a 
woman’s home in the small farm town, and I worked, 
saved my money, and now I was on vacation, and on my 
own. When the news of my father being arrested, I found 
it difficult to have any close friends, and so I spent 
the past few months of my senior year as a lonely girl. 
Even boys didn’t ask me out, and it was certain the 
church had somehow told the people to shun me.

Going back to the small hotel where I was staying, I 
went inside and took a long hot bath. My mind was full 
of what it would be like to strip off my clothes in 
front of a room full of young men? Stripping, in front 
of Brad, seemed different, as it was only he and I, and 
I knew he would help me too win, if he could. I trimmed 
the edges of my pubes, along the sides of my sex lips, 
and across the top, which was fairly thick and grew 
across my lower stomach, almost from hip to hip.

Satisfied with the trimming of my sex, I looked at my 
breast, and they seemed to be harder than normal. My 
body was small framed, and I weighed 105 pounds, and 
stood 5' - 3" tall, and my hair was almost pure black, 
so black it almost shone in the dark, my grandma always 
told me. My nipples were thick and stuck out fairly far 
on my 32-C breasts. Once my doctor told me she was 
surprised that I had hardly any areolas, and she 
checked me closely for any problems with my breasts. 
The shape of my breast was such, that once I had taken 
a funnel from the kitchen, when my mother and father 
weren’t home, and found it fit almost perfectly over my 
breasts.

I lay down on my bed, and looked up at the ceiling, and 
questioned myself, to see if I really understood what I 
was allowing to happen when I went to the strip bar, 
and then undressed and let Brad touch me. And view my 
body so intimately, as no one except my doctor, who was 
so clinical, that I didn’t consider her a problem, even 
when she touched me between my legs.

By six o’clock, I was wearing a new bra and panty set 
that I had gone shopping for after my bath, and I found 
a bra that was blue lace, and snapped in the front. The 
matching panties were a cross between a bikini and some 
French cut, high up my thighs. When I put them on, I 
knew the image was very sensual, and wondered if the 
men at the strip club would like them when I removed my 
blouse and skirt?

I reached the club shortly after seven o’clock, that 
evening, and when I entered the club, the place was 
almost full, and I walked over to the bar, and when I 
didn’t see Brad, I asked the bartender where I could 
find him? The guy serving drinks looked at me, smiled 
and asked if I was going to be in the contest? 
Informing him that Brad was waiting for me, and I would 
appreciate him telling me where he was, I saw a funny 
look come across his face, and I knew that I had 
finally gotten the nerve to speak up when I need to do 
so.

After the bartender pointed to a door, I walked to end 
of the bar and knocked, and heard Brad say, "Come in." 
Entering the room that I saw had to be Brad’s office, I 
saw him look at me, smile and said, "You look lovely, 
Stacey, ready to enjoy the evening, and still want to 
show off your lovely body?"

"Yes, but do I have a chance too win, tell me the 
truth?"

"Do you want the $500 now or later?"

"Come over here and set on the chair, and I'll turn on 
the monitors and we can watch what is going on at the 
bar. And I will point out a couple of guys to look out 
for, as they like to grab a quick feel, according to 
the girls, and if I ever catch them doing so, I’ll bar 
them from my bar."

"Do you own this club, or are you only the manager, 
because I thought you were only the manager when I saw 
you working this afternoon?"

"It’s mine, but I will sell it to you if you want to 
buy the place, G-strings and all."

I laughed at his answer and we sat back to watch what 
was going on in the club, and at 7:30, the first 
contestant got up on the stage and started dancing. 
Brad, chuckled and said, she won’t take her clothes all 
off until the third song, and her panties will only 
come off as the song ends, and legs won’t part.

I asked how he could know that, and he said he had seen 
so many girls dance, he could pick out what they would 
be doing just by the first few seconds of their 
starting to dance. Then he told me to watch the two 
regular dancers on the bar, and you will get some good 
points.

Finally it was twenty minutes after nine, and Brad told 
me, "Your turn, if you still wish to show off that 
beautiful beaver of yours, and it is truly beautiful."

"Let me into sin, as the elders of my church would say, 
and had said many times, thousands of times in my life 
time, so now what, just walk out and walk up on the 
bar?"

"Yes, when the song ends that the girls are dancing too 
now, you walk up the stairs after they have gotten 
down. See the guy with the cowboy’s hat, don’t get 
close to him, he is a grabber."

Then I walked out of the door, over to the bar and 
walking behind the bar, climbed the small stairs to 
start dancing. When the song started, I was nervous, 
and at first made only a few short steps, then I saw 
Brad had sat down next to the man in the cowboy’s hat, 
and he winked at me, and gave me a thumb up. That was 
enough for me to loosen up, and I commenced to move 
across the bar, and about half way through the song, my 
blouse was laying on the bar.

The second song begins, and I had my skirt off and was 
moving in the most sexy steps and moving of my hips 
that I could allow my mind to guide me into doing. When 
the song ended, I was standing in my panties and shoes, 
and I saw the look on Brad’s face, and I knew he was 
enjoying the show as much as the other men in the place 
were, as they were shouting at me to hurry up and 
remove my undies.

The third and final song, had only begun, and I was 
standing in front of Brad, and easing my panties down 
my hips, and when the first view of my black pubes 
showed, the place went crazy, and Brad nodded his head. 
I kneeled down, and removed my panties as I lay back on 
the bar, and as I pulled them off my legs, I held them 
open for a moment, then tossed my panties to Brad. I 
stood up, and walked the length of the bar, twisting 
and turning as I moved.

Several times, I squatted and allowed the customer in 
front of me to view between my legs. I had no idea who 
the judges were, so I allowed each man to have a close 
look at what I knew was my sex gapping open, and I felt 
it had become moist in the excitement of men starring 
at my sex. There was no doubt, I was caught up in the 
action, and I forgot Brad’s warning about the man in 
the cowboy’s hat.

When I moved in a kneeling position, spreading my legs 
open, with my hands on my knees, I felt a hand reach 
out and grab the hair on my pubes, and tugged it hard. 
Immediately, Brad was off his bar stool, and another 
large man, who had a tee-shirt on that said, security, 
grabbed the man and was leading him to the door. 

Brad, soon returned, and just before the song ended, I 
did what I had seen several of the girls do when 
dancing, I grabbed my ankles in my hands and pulled my 
legs back and open, as much as possible in front of 
Brad. Then the song ended, and as I stood up, the crowd 
was shouting their approval of my act.

Collecting my clothes, I flipped my panties to Brad, 
and walked down the steps from the bar, and slipped on 
my skirt, bra and top, and then walked over to where 
the other four girls who were in the contest were 
standing. They announced the third place winner who got 
$50, and then the second place winner who got $150. 
Then the D J announced, the winner of the contest is, 
first time to ever dance nude, Virgin Stacey, wins the 
grand prize of $500. Okay fellows get those bills out 
as Virgin Stacey is going to get on the main stage and 
do three more number for all you horn dogs, do you want 
to see the only virgin in the place, Virgin Stacey 
performs for you once more?"

I hadn’t expected to dance more than in the contest, 
but now I was being escorted through the crowd by the 
security guys, and I heard the D J telling the yelling 
men, got those fives, tens, even a hundred dollar bills 
out guys, because you are going to see the first virgin 
in you lives, something you didn’t see before, not even 
your sisters, that I made sure off. One of the regular 
dancers handed me her garter, and then another one did, 
and before long I was having guys shove bills under the 
garters I was wearing.

I had gotten down to nothing on by the start of the 
second song, and I watched as the guys were putting 
money in the garter, and when I saw one man holding a 
$100 bill, folded in half, and he was moving it toward 
my garter, I felt his one hand pulling the garter away 
from my leg, and his other hand was slipping the bill 
under my garter. 

The fingers holding the garter soon were touching my 
pubes, and at first I was going to stop him, but I 
decided quickly if he wanted to give me a hundred 
bucks, he could have a quick feel. His finger wormed 
its way slightly inside my wet sex, and then I smiled 
and moved on down to the next man. The same thing 
happened and I decided they were together.

By the time the song ended, I was ready to do another 
as I knew I had gotten a lot of money, during the time 
I was on stage. When I entered Brad’s office with my 
money, and the $500 for winning the contest, I found I 
had $906 for my first time to strip.

Brad, was seated behind his desk, and asked me to dance 
on his desk for him, and I asked if he was serious, and 
he said yes, and got up and locked the door to his 
office. Then called security, telling them he didn’t 
want to be interrupted. Brad, helped me up on his desk, 
and I danced slowly and removed my clothes so I was 
nude before the song was ended.

I watched in complete fascination as Brad stood up from 
his chair, and commenced removing his clothes. There 
was no doubt what Brad was planning, but I had gotten 
charged up from being nude in front of the men in the 
club, and I allowed him to help me down from the desk 
and lead me over to the large leather sofa in front of 
his desk.

Brad, lay me back, and I was surprised when he moved on 
top me, sucked my nipples and at the same time, I felt 
him reach between us and guide his penis to my wet and 
gapping virgin sex. It started to enter me, and the 
feeling I was receiving from my nipples being nursed on 
for the first time, and the feeling of his penis 
starting to enter me, as he parted my sex.

Then Brad was against my virginity, and as he went deep 
into my body, I cried out, "MY GOD, OH MY GOD, BRAD IT 
HURTS, STOP, AUGH, NO MORE. TAKE IT OUT, PLEASE BRAD 
TAKE IT OUT IT HURTS, AUGHHHHH."

That I had just lost my virginity was so sudden and I 
wasn’t prepared in my mind it was going to happen, yet 
I knew Brad was guiding his penis into me, I somehow 
didn’t relate in my innocent mind, that I was about to 
have sex. This was my first time to be with a man, and 
I had never been even kissed, let alone have my nipples 
nursed on, and my sex parted by the prong of a man. I 
started crying, and the pain was intense, and for at 
least ten minutes I felt my body being probed by the 
hardness of Brad’s firm erection.

When Brad was finished, I saw him rise up from me, and 
his penis and his pelvic area was covered in the blood 
from my lost virginity. I knew that it had hurt because 
of my being a virgin, and when Brad told me, "Stacey, 
you had the toughest cherry I have ever burst, and I 
hope it wasn’t too painful for you."

I was still crying, and wondered how I had allowed 
myself to dance, and have sex, and with someone I had 
only known for a brief time. Perhaps my parents and the 
elder of the church were correct, and I had only wanted 
to taste of the fruit of the flesh. My purity was gone, 
and what had I gained, other than the money.

Brad, took my hand in his and told me not to cry, but 
come with him, as he had a small bathroom, with a 
shower in his office, and he led me to a door that 
opened into the shower. We washed together, and I felt 
sore between my legs when his hand washed my sex.

After our shower, we went back into his office, and 
this time I watched as Brad lay a towel down on the 
leather sofa, and was moving me onto my back. "Not 
again, at least tonight, I hurt from the first time, 
can we wait?"

The answer I received was to once more feel Brad 
driving deep and hard in my sex, and this time it 
seemed to last forever. Once more, we showered as there 
was more blood from my torn virginity. My sex felt raw 
and like it was on fire, and when I got out of the 
shower, I dried off, then walked into the office and 
dressed. I put my money in my purse, and walked from 
Brad’s office as he was asking me to not leave, that we 
could go get something to eat.

When I got out the door, I saw a couple of cabs, and I 
took one back to my hotel, and after getting into bed, 
cried myself to sleep. I awoke the next morning, and 
thought to myself, "Stacey Milton, you messed up, you 
have sinned very badly, and have tasted of the flesh of 
men, twice, no what?"

The money gave me the ability to enjoy my vacation, but 
I wondered if I should contact Brad, but knew he had 
plenty of girls he could enjoy, and I was just one of 
many. I dressed up a little conservative, and as I 
dressed, realized that in one day of my ten-day 
vacation, I had become s stripper, lost my virginity, 
and felt like a prostitute by having done two things 
that cost me my purity.

Leaving the hotel, Stacey walked down the street to the 
nice restaurant she had eaten in yesterday, and once 
more sat at the counter. The morning crowed was filling 
the place, and Stacey was enjoying her second cup of 
tea, when the voice next to me asked, "May I have the 
sugar, please?"

Handing the sugar to the man, with a warm voice, and as 
he took sugar, his fingers touched Stacey’s hand. He 
smiled and told me, "Thank you; vacationing?"

"Yes, does it show that much?"

"You are dressed very nicely, but not in office attire, 
so I assumed you’re on vacation."

"How about yourself, I see you have a suit and tie on, 
do you work downtown," Stacey asked the refined looking 
gentleman?

That broke the ice, and Stacey learned that the man was 
in town for a convention, and as they spoke over their 
respective breakfast. Stacey found it was nice to speak 
with someone who was older, yet not so old she could 
enjoy speaking with him. Before the man left, he asked 
if they could have dinner together, as he had three 
more days to be in town, and didn’t know anyone. 
Finally. He convinced Stacey to meet him in the lobby 
of the Renaissance Hotel, which was directly across the 
street from the restaurant they were eating in.

Stacey was a little concerned with speaking with the 
man, and agreeing to meet him for dinner, as she didn’t 
know his name, so she commented, "May I introduce 
myself, I’‘m Stacey Milton."

Reaching out his hand to shake hers, he replied, "Sorry 
for my lack of manners, "I’m Walt Hanson, and I will 
see you for dinner around six."

They spent another five or so minutes speaking about 
where to eat, and the man finally said, I know a very 
nice restaurant, so I will likely wear a suit, as the 
restaurant is somewhat expensive. As the man walked 
away, Stacey felt good, like she had met someone who 
she could enjoy being with, like her grandpa, when he 
was still alive. After finishing another tea, Stacey 
went to pay her bill, but found that Walt Hanson, had 
paid for her breakfast. That made her feel good, and 
made her at ease in knowing he enjoyed her company 
enough to pay for her food.

Leaving the restaurant, Stacey looked at the pamphlet 
and decided she could walk to the art museum, and she 
spent the morning and until two in the afternoon, 
waling through the museum and studying some paintings 
she recognized from her high school art classes. 
Leaving the art museum, Stacey was hungry, and as she 
walked down the sidewalk, saw a deli, and she entered 
the restaurant and ordered a bowl of matzos ball soup. 

During her life of being somewhat isolated from the 
real word, because of the church she went to with her 
parents, Stacey had found reading a pastime which gave 
her pleasure in learning of life, and also occupied her 
time in pleasant way. Stacey had often read about 
foods, and she understood that matzos were something 
the Jewish people ate during Passover.

Stacey picked up the Times, as she had entered the 
deli, and enjoyed reading the paper as he ate her soup, 
and had hot tea. When she got to the entertainment, she 
saw the plays that were playing on Broadway, and 
looking through the ads, decided to attend one the 
Broadway plays, while she was still on vacationing in 
New York.

Leaving the restaurant saw a dress in a window of 
ladies store, and she entered the store to see if she 
could find a new dress she could wear tonight when she 
had dinner with Walt. Looking through the racks of 
dresses, Stacey found the dresses were extremely 
pricey. An the sales lady walked to her and asked, "May 
I help you miss, you look very nice, and if you find 
something you like, let me know, and I will try 
assist?"

Looking at the many dresses hanging on the racks in 
small cutouts in the wall and on the racks, Stacey 
found one dress, and it was a deep red, that she fell 
in love with, and when she saw the price was $299, she 
held it up in front of her. The sales lady walked to 
where she was standing, asking if she would like to try 
the dress on?

"Yes, but it is somewhat expensive, but I will try it 
on." The dress was too large for Stacey and she was 
somewhat disappointed and felt relief, as she realized 
the dress was more than she had planned on spending. 
Looking in the face of the sales lady, Stacey asked if 
she had anything less expensive, but with the same red 
material. The lady told her no, but she knew that the 
young girl likely didn’t have a lot to spend but for 
some reason she wanted a nice dress.

In her innocence, Stacey was telling the clerk about 
meeting Walt over breakfast, and he had invited her to 
eat with him at an expensive restaurant, that she 
wanted to look nice. Within the next twenty minutes, 
Stacy saw a lovely emerald green evening dress, but it 
was $399, and at the request of the clerk tried the 
dress on. Looking at herself in the three mirrors on 
the dressing room walls, Stacey couldn’t believe how 
attractive the dress looked on her.

The sales clerk asked through the door if the dress fit 
her, and Stacey said yes, would you like to see me, in 
your lovely dress. Stacey, opened the dressing room 
door, and when the lady saw her in the dress, she was 
taking back by the image of the girl in the Milan 
designer’s one of a kind dress.  When the clerk asked 
Stacey, "Walk through the store a little so I can see 
how you look in the back as well as in front.

"You’re perfect, and lovely, it is as if the dress was 
made for you," the clerk said to Stacey.

Stacey told the clerk she loved the dress, but it was 
more than she wanted to spend, as she was going to be 
in NYC for another seven days, so she had to spend her 
money wisely. The clerk asked where she was from, and 
within moments, the sales lady had heard how Stacey had 
lived until she finished high school. 

Stacey told about her father, and the church’s 
repressive ways, and she had planned her trip, on her 
own.  When Stacey said she was saving money to attend 
fashion studies at an art college, the clerk knew the 
moment he heard the teenage girl, that she only had a 
small amount to spend. The chance meeting of the girl 
and the man who invited her to dinner did give the 
girl’s ego a boost, and she made a snap decision.

"Miss, you take that particular dress off, and I 
believe I have another one in the storage room just 
like it."

Stacey felt nothing to embarrass her when she pulled 
the dress over her head, and was standing in front a 
strange female in only her lace bra and panty set.

"Be back in a jiff, so don’t run away." As Doriann 
walked to the storage room, she was amazed at the 
breast of the girl. Waiting just a moment, she carried 
the dress back to the dressing room, tapped on the 
door, and handed it to Stacey.

"Wait just a moment, and I’ll be right back," the clerk 
told Stacey.

Doriann greeted a couple of other women who had entered 
the store, and he told them she was assisting a 
customer, and then walked over to the lingerie, and got 
out an expensive lace bra. The cups on the bar would 
allow the entire nipples and breasts to show through 
the material.

Walking back to the dressing room, the sales clerk, 
said, "Okay, I have a bra you need to wear with the 
dress," and handed Stacey, the bra to try on. Doriann, 
had removed the tags as she carried the bra to the 
dressing room.

Stacey was somewhat taken back as the clerk handed her 
a bra, and she knew it would show her breast through 
the lace. Reaching behind her she unsnapped her bra, 
pulled off her arms, then stood for a brief moment with 
her breast exposed to the clerk. The fact her breasts 
were being seen by the clerk did not bother Stacey. 
Then she put the dress on, and looking in the mirrors, 
knew she was a knockout in the dress.

Doriann, looked at the seductive and attractive looking 
young girl and reaching out pretending to be ensuring 
the dress fit properly. "You’re truly beautiful, and 
you will catch everyone’s attention this evening in the 
dress." As she spoke, her hands passed over the larger 
breast on such a small body. When her hands cupped 
Stacey’s breasts, the teenager understood she was being 
molested.

"The dress had been marked down to $135.99, and you 
look terrific in the dress."

Stacey decided to purchase the dress, as it was less 
than half the original price. As she pulled the dress 
over her head, the clerk took the dress and hung it on 
a hanger. Then Doriann told Stacey, to stand still, and 
she would unfasten the bra she had the girl try on.  As 
she unfastened the bra, Doriann reached out from behind 
the teenager, and cupped her breasts in her hands.

Stacey felt thrills pass throughout her body as her 
breasts were being manipulated by the clerk. Then she 
felt the clerk move one hand down and slip it inside 
the waist of her bikini panties. Stacey was nervous but 
was afraid what she should do, but had no fear of being 
touched intimately. For a few minutes, Stacey felt her 
sex being fingered and wasn’t upset with what the clerk 
was doing.

"Stacey, perhaps we can go to the theater tomorrow 
night, and I have a friend who can get me tickets 
inexpensively."

"Yes, I would love to go to the theater with you, and I 
will give you name and room number where I’m staying."

That evening Stacey was in her new bra, and dress as 
she walked into the lobby of the Renaissance Hotel, to 
meet with Walt. Not seeing the man, she took a seat at 
a table in the bar, and ordered a soft drink.

Entering the bar, Walt saw the young girl, and walked 
over to where she was seated. "Hello, and how are you 
this afternoon, Stacey? I need to clean up before we go 
out, so will you accompany me to my room while I shower 
and change clothes?"

"I guess that will be okay, and I have had a terrific 
day," Stacey replied.

Walt quickly showered and put on his clean suit and 
shirt, and then walked out and took Stacey’s hand in 
his, and helped her to her feet. They went to eat in a 
French restaurant, and then the theater. After the 
theater, Walt took her to his hotel, and Stacey knew if 
she enter his hotel room what he would want.

Pausing for moment, Stacey looked at Walt and...

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