From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Amateur Night (MF, exhib)[1/4]
Date: 15 Sep 1996 05:22:50 GMT

			    Amateur Night
				  by
			     Pamela Lewis
			       Part One

	We first saw the sign on the "strip" as we headed towards the
beach. The sign in front of the lounge said "Amateur Night-Mondays".
Craig teased me that I should enter. It was said in a joking way that
meant he would laugh it off if I did but also meant that he wished I
might take it serious. I wasn't particular interested in showing my
body to the world (at least not more than you could see in my bikini)
so I laughed and we changed subjects. It was early on Saturday morning
and the strip looked gaudy and lifeless in the sunlight. It needed the
darkness of the night for its light to come on and bring it to life.
All the people were either still home in bed or already staking their
claims to sections of the beach.

	Craig and I were staying at a nice place right on the beach. I
was a little nervous since this was our first weekend together. We had
been only dating about a month and a half and were just getting use to
each other.

	Sex was just starting to get good as we learned each others
likes and dislikes. This weekend was a big step for us. I had been
looking forward to it since Craig had suggested it two weeks ago.

	There is something so sensual about the beach... the hot sun
warming, the pounding of the waves, wearing skimpy clothing, the night
life of the bars, a strange bedroom where you don't have to clean up
afterwards. I always over indulge all my appetites at the beach. I eat
too much, drink too much...

	We arrived at the hotel and checked in. Our room was high up
in the hotel, overlooking the beach. As Craig set the bags in the
room, I opened the sliding glass door to the balcony and stepped out.
It was going be a beautiful sunny day. I couldn't wait to sit out on
the beach. Craig disappeared into the bathroom and I swiftly changed
into my bikini. It was a white strapless number cut high on the sides
that really set off my tan and dark hair well.

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

	"That's worth the three hour drive alone!" he said. He came
up behind me as I continued to pack my things for the beach. His hands
encircled my waist and I leaned back against him. The beach would
still be there in another hour (or two?). His hands slid under the top
and pulled it over my breasts. Both hands took a breast and started to
fondle them. I purred. For two minutes we just stood there, him slowly
fondling my breasts and me leaning back against him. I could feel his
bulge staring to grow against my backside. He was kissing my neck,
and finally I turned around so that I could return his kiss.

	"You definitely have too many clothes on for the beach," I
said. "How do you ever expect to get a tan like that?" I started
unbuttoning his shirt. He just stood there with his hands on my
breasts while I unbuttoned his shirt and pants. I lowered his pants
and he still did not make any move to let go of my nipples, which he
was rolling between his fingers. "If I don't get some help, we'll
never get you undressed" I told him.

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

	We hugged, his hairy chest against my bare chest, and walked
to the bed embracing. Craig fell back onto the bed with me on top. His
hand entered the back of my bikini bottom and I lifted momentarily to
allow him to remove the them. I reached down and pulled his jockey
shorts down and off his legs. We kissed again as his hands went over
my bottom and I reached for his cock.

	He gasped into my ear, "Sit on my face." Not an invitation he
would have to repeat twice, one of my favorite things is to be on top
of a man's face, it gives me such a feeling of control and power. I
walked on my knees up to the headboard and lowered myself on his
tongue.

	I looked in my reflection in the mirrored wall over the
headboard. In the background, I could see the ocean wave out over our
balcony (we were up too high (23 floors) to see the beach or to worry
about being seen from the beach). Craig's tongue soon had me dancing
on his face. The room's temperature was swiftly rising from both the
heat we were generating and the open door to the balcony. My
reflection was covered with sweat as I continued to roll on his face.
I had a few small orgasm and built to a large one. After I came back
down, I rolled off his face (he did need to breath) and curled up by
his side. His face was covered by my juices as he held me close.

	Craig got up from the bed and walked to the balcony. He
closed the door and turned the air conditioner on high. "You are just
to hot to handle," he joked. "We have a nice view of the ocean from
here. I hope we get to see it eventually up close."

	I could see that he needed relief from more than the heat. I
got out of the bed and joined him in front of the sliding glass door.
I put my arm around him and looked out at the ocean. I bent down and
took his cock in my mouth. After a couple of licks, I dropped to my
knees and started to take him into my mouth. His hands reached into my
hair. After a few minutes, Craig said, "I didn't work you up and get
you all wet for nothing. I want to take you right here on the carpet,
where we can both look out at the ocean."

	I knew that this was Craig's way of being nice to me. He knows
that I don't like to suck cock to completion. I just have never
developed a taste for sperm. I moved forward on my hands and knees to
the edge of the glass.

	Craig dropped to his knees and slid his cock into me from
behind. He leaned forward over my back and I could feel his breath on
the back of my neck. He thrust and I tried to match his rhythm. He had
been denied too long, and the pace quickly picked up. Each thrust, I
would open my eyes out onto the ocean. When he would withdraw, I would
close them again and back up trying to keep him inside. Soon, we both
were reaching a crescendo.

	Coming back to our senses, I shakily got up and returned to
the bed. I picked up my discarded swimsuit. A quiet afternoon on the
beach was a perfect prescription. I started to head to the shower but
Craig stopped me, "Let's go down now."

	"But I need to clean up first," I replied.

	"But you look beautiful with that just fucked look. All the
men will be so jealous of me. Besides, we can let the ocean clean us."
Craig reached into his bag and pulled out his swim trunks. He looked
worse then I did, with my dried juices still on visible on his face. I
quickly slipped back into my bikini and brushed my hair.

	We grabbed our things and headed for the elevator. In the
elevator, I could still smell our sex in the confined area. Part way
down, the elevator stopped and a middle- aged couple joined us. The
men kept sniffing around, not quite able to place the smell. When we
got off, we both broke into laughter.

	Reaching the beach, we set our towels and things down. The
beach was already crowded and we ended up fairly far up it before
finding a suitable spot. I noticed more than one male's head turn (and
a couple female's as well) as we walked down the beach. Craig and I
both ran into the ocean and splashed around. We swam out a little bit
and rode a couple waves back in. I got out and toweled myself off and
Craig wasn't far behind me. He helped rub the suntan lotion into my
body and then I returned the favor. We lay out the rest of the
afternoon.

	Later, rested, showered, and refreshed, we went out to dinner
and than to hit the clubs. I just love to dance and the drinks and the
music kept flowing. At 1:30 a.m., we were still going strong. The
dancing and the drinks were making me hot, so I did not object when
Craig suggested a moonlit walk on the beach. It was quite bright out
that night,being near the full moon. We walked arm in arm. We could
see that we weren't the only ones with that idea as there were other
couples walking down the beach. Craig suggested skinny dipping and I
punched him (lightly) in the stomach. I was slightly drunk but I
wasn't that drunk.

	Instead we headed for a sand dune. But once again, we had not
been alone in the thought. We heard moaning coming from behind some
brush. Craig put his hand over my mouth before I could speak and guided
me down onto the sand. We crawled to the rise of the dune and looked
over. There was a couple in the middle of the act. She was on her back
in the sand with her legs spread, he was in between them pumping
furiously away. They were not far from the point of no return.

	She was a cute blond who was very young. She had her dress
hiked up to her waist. Her blouse was open and her bra and panties
rested on the sand next to them. He was tall, very young too, and had
a medium size cock. He had his pants and shorts pulled down to his
knees and was busy pumping her and grabbing her breasts. She was the
one we had heard moaning as she continued to "ohh," and "ahh."

	Craig had lain down next to me and his hand reached into my
blouse (I hadn't worn a bra that evening). I was getting quite
flushed, watching their illicit act. The boy's groan joined the girl's
and with one final thrust he came to rest upon her. Craig had
unbuttoned my shirt most the way down and was working on my pants. His
hand slid into my panties and he could tell how excited I was. I could
feel him rubbing his bulge against my leg and knew that the show had
affected him too.

	The girl buttoned up her blouse and pulled on her panties as
the boy pulled his pants back on. She did not bother to replace the
brassiere, instead slid it into a small bag that was off to her side.
They rose and walked off hand in hand.

	Craig said, "I want you now, right there!" We slid down the
dune from our vantage point and took the spot so recently vacated. I
lowered my pants and removed my already unbuttoned blouse. Jack had
dropped his pants and was raising his shirt over his head. I pressed
my body against him and our mouths joined as the shirt cleared his
head. I pushed him down to the ground on the exact spot the couple had
lain.

	There was no need for preliminaries. I was already soaking. I
grabbed his dick and guided it straight into my pussy. I like being on
top (especially when it means not getting sand all over myself) and
was soon riding away. I tried to keep our volume down, considering the
noise that had attracted us in the first place, but Craig was being no
help, repeating "Oh yeah" over and over.We did not last long and soon
I collapsed on top of Craig, both of us spent.

	Craig whispered in my ear, "I think we have company too!" I
heard giggling and looked up the dune. A couple of young (early teens)
boys were up there getting an eyeful. I blushed deeply and quickly
grabbed my blouse and slacks. I dressed quickly, forgoing my panties
as they had disappeared in the sand.

	Craig dressed and tried to comfort me. The young boys had
scurried away, realizing they had been found out. By the time we had
walked back to the car, I was not really upset about having put on a
show. The more I thought of it, the more I thought how I had enjoyed
the show put on for us. We returned to our room. After a quick shower,
we fell into a blissful sleep.

				* * *

	I woke Sunday morning to a glorious feeling. Craig was between
my legs, lightly tonguing my pussy. I kept my eyes closed and just
enjoyed the sensations in a half awake, half asleep state. He tongued
me for over fifteen minutes before my moaning gave me away. I finally
opened my eyes and watched him continue his work.

	I said, "Now!" and he rose above me. Where the other sex had
turned into raw animal passion, this was slow, unhurried lovemaking.
He slid into me gently. We kept up the slow pace for over a half hour.
Almost imperceptibly, the pace picked up. Finally, we both came and
just lay in each others arms. What a way to awake.

	It was already noon before we left the room. We grabbed a bite
to eat and went back to the beach. Later, we walked by the dune that
we had used last night. Craig held my hand tight.

	Sunday evening, we went out to eat again (we had a three day
weekend so we wouldn't have to head back until Monday evening). I had
on a white halter dress. Craig was being most attentive. At the
restaurant, his hand slid under my dress and he caressed my thighs. I
was having a hard time eating my salad as his finger wormed under my
panties and entered me. He would discreetly remove his hand from under
my dress whenever the waitress approached.

	After she cleared the salads away, I excused myself and went
to the ladies room. I could plainly see how flushed I looked in the
mirror. I removed my soaking panties and put them in my purse. Craig
rose when I returned to the table and helped me with my seat.

	Sitting, his hand quickly discovered the reason for my little
trip and his face lit up with a smile. After dinner had been cleared
away (I can't even remember what I had!), the waitress asked if we
would like dessert.

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

	When we got in the car, Craig's hand once again slipped up my
dress. My excitement was overpowering. I just wanted release. I could
smell myself in the confined space of the car as he drove. His fingers
kept teasing my clit, but always stopping short of giving me release.
I was tempted to reach down and finish myself off. Craig pulled the
car into a parking lot. I looked up expecting to see the hotel, and
was surprised to see that we were near the edge of the strip. He had
driven us back to the strip joint that we had seen as we drove in. I
didn't particularly want to go in, in fact, all I wanted was to go
back to the room and fuck.

	"What are we doing here?' I asked.

	"I thought that since you had stimulation all night, now it
was my turn," he replied.

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

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

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

	"But what about me? You've had all night to get hot and
bothered and I want to have a little fun now," he said.

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

	"Anything?" he teased.

	"Anything!" I replied.

	"Okay, but I want you to do something special for me." He gave
me an evil grin. I was to hot to notice and just nodded my head. He
started the car and headed back to the hotel. "I want you to help me
live out a fantasy. I want you to enter that amateur contest tomorrow
night," he said.

	I was almost shocked back to reality. But I decided to promise
him anything, whether I would actually do anything was another story.
His hand had once again slid up my dress and was stroking me.

	"Okay, I'll do it, just give me relief," I told him.

	He picked up the pace a bit and I finally came. But he kept
working his finger in and out.

	When we arrived back at the hotel, I was ready to come again.
He pulled his hand out though. We walked to the elevator. I could see
a stain on the front of my dress. I couldn't believe how hot and
bothered I was, especially after having had so much sex that weekend.

	Luckily, we didn't run into anyone. When we entered the
elevator, Craig pulled his zipper down and ordered me to suck him. I
obediently dropped to my knees and pulled his cock out. I engulfed the
head with my mouth, unconcerned that it was a glass elevator (the
glass was smoked so it was unlikely anyone could have seen anything
anyway). Craig may have talked a good game, but he was not totally
unaffected by our night out. He was rock hard. When we reached our
floor, we quickly ran to the room (Craig didn't even zip back up).

	Craig was all over me as soon as the door closed. We didn't
even remove our clothing. I just hiked my skirt and Craig later untied
my halter to get access to my breasts. Craig dropped his pants and
undershorts to the floor and pulled me down to the carpet. He entered
me hurriedly, as I raises my legs over his head onto his back. This
was exactly what I needed. He pumped furiously into me. It reminded me
of he couple we had witnessed the night before. I came and kept
coming. Craig finally shot deep into me and we both just lay spent on
the floor.

	Craig started to harden in my pussy. "what are you thinking
about?" I teased him. His cock throbbed within me and he started to
stroke again.

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

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

	"You wouldn't go back on your word, besides, it's a long walk
home" he kidded (at least I hoped he was kidding). He rose up, helping
me to my feet, never disengaging. We carefully walked to the bed and
then lay down on it. It was a much slower pace then our previous
frenzy. When we had finished, we fell asleep in each others arms.

	I awoke with a similar sensation to the morning before. Craig
was once again between my legs and I was already starting to juice. We
made slow love again and drifted back to sleep. We finally arose from
bed after 1:00 p.m. and ate. Craig suggested that I call the office
and take another day, so that we might further enjoy tonight's
experience. I had been hoping he might drop that.

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

	"But you promised. I think that you will enjoy it. You
certainly have enjoyed all the stares on the beach, and on the dance
floor the other night. You were excited by watching that couple and I
bet if you are really willing to admit it to yourself, that you were
excited having those two boys watch," he argued.

	It was true, I do like the stares, whether it be at the beach
or on the dance floor. I wasn't too sure about the two boys watching
us, however, I had certainly enjoyed the show the couple put on.

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

	"As long as you are not saying that you definitely won't" he
said with a smile. Craig and I both called our offices and took an
extra day. We returned for another day on the beach. Craig was very
attentive, occasionally slipping his hands into my suit. I kept
pushing him away as I wanted to rest and I knew I couldn't think
straight with an itchy pussy.

	As the sun began to set, I knew I was running out of time.
Craig joined me in the shower and immediately dropped to his knees and
buried his face in my mound. He certainly was not going to make it
easy for me. I dressed for dinner in blue jeans and a blouse (I wasn't
going to make it as easy as the night before for him either. I even
wore a bra!). We ate at a nice seafood place. Craig tried to keep
pouring liquor into me but I paced myself. I had been thinking about
what he had said. I had a fantasy about being a stripper, but I wasn't
sure I wanted to turn it into reality. I figured that the lounge would
be dingy, the women slutty, and the men would all have beer guts.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Amateur Night (MF, exhib)[2/4]
Date: 15 Sep 1996 05:23:29 GMT

			    Amateur Night
				  by
			     Pamela Lewis
			       Part Two

	After dinner, Craig looked at me expectantly. "I'll go look,
but I won't decide till later," I said. He grinned and hurriedly drove
us to the lounge. At the entrance, a bouncer told us about the cover
charge. He asked if I was interested in competing for the $500.00
prize. Craig said that I might be but we wanted to check it out. He
said that we needed to check in with the manager at the bar by 10:00
if I wanted to enter. He explained that the competition did not start
till 10:30, and that the regular girls worked before that.

	The room was semi dark and the music was loud. I clung to
Craig instinctively as we entered the room filled with men. I could
see just a couple of women in the crowd. It was not dirty or seedy.
The men were mostly young, and only a few looked like they should be
driving around in pickup trucks with gun racks.

	We worked our way to the bar and I could just barely see the
stage area between all the men (there must have been over 300 of
them!). The stage was well lit from track lights that hung down
similar to the disco we had been to on Saturday night. No one was on
the stage and most of the men were milling about. Waitresses scurried
about (fully clothed, but in short cocktail outfits).

	We found a small table for two at the bar when two men got up
and left. We could see the stage. Although not the best sits in the
house, they would certainly be adequate for our needs. A waitress came
to our table almost immediately and took our order. This wasn't too
bad but I didn't want to be too clear headed if I was going to go
through with this. The waitress swiftly returned with the drinks and
Craig ordered another round.

	We both swiftly drank the first and the second had just
arrived when the stage lights dimmed. We could barely see the curtain
move and then a spot light came on. A very well built blonde was on
the stage. She was dressed in a dark blue velvet dress and was wearing
matching gloves that ran past her elbows. She had a matching set of
pumps on her feet.

	The room momentarily hushed in anticipation. The music came on
loud. It had a disco style beat. The girl started moving on the stage.
She danced down the runway and back. She was not bumping or grinding,
no pelvic thrusts or anything. She looked like she was just dancing
like I might. Then she pulled one glove off, and then the other. She
threw them to the back part of the stage out of reach. She turned her
back too the crowd and lowered her hands to the hem of the skirt. She
slowly raised it up her body and finally took it over her head.

	She turned and faced the crowd. She had on matching black bra,
panty (more of a g-string), and garter belt set. She danced around the
runway and returned to the back part of the stage. She turned her back
to the crowd once again. The straps of her bra fell down her arms. Her
bra must have had a front hook because she pulled both cups to her
sides.

	The crowd hooted and hollered as she threw the bra aside. She
turned around and we could see her large breasts. She had very large
pinkish nipples. She danced around the runway and shook her chest at
the men. Again, she returned to the back of the stage. Her back once
more turned to the audience, she unsnapped her g-string and threw it
to the side. The crowd was really getting loud.

	She turned and faced the audience. Her pussy lips were
completely shaven and she had a small blond thatch over her pussy. She
took her time dancing around the runway, pausing in front off men so
they could get a closer look. She danced some more in the middle of
the stage as the music came to an ending. She took a bow as the crowd
applauded enthusiastically. She grabbed her clothes and went behind
the curtain. She came back twice for curtain calls.

	The next dancer was tall and dark haired. She was well built
(but not as well built as the blond had been) and had a dark tan. Her
dance was similar and soon she was down to a white g-string (she had
been dressed all in white). After she removed it, I was intrigued to
see that she too had her pussy lips shaven. She had her remaining hair
cut into the shape of a heart. Also, here tan did not have any lines
in it. She looked incredible.

	Craig was obviously enjoying the show (my hand reached into
his lap and found him solid). It was getting close to 10:00 and
decision time.

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

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

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

	"Good point, Promise you won't tell anyone ever."

	He quickly nodded his head. He signaled our waitress, and when
she came, he ordered another round and asked her if she could send the
manager over so I could sign up for the contest.

	The manager was late thirties, early forties, with a slightly
receding hair line. "Great, now do you want to join the contest?" I
shook my head yes. "Okay, now I need to double check your I.D. again
(we had been carded as we entered). I showed him my driver's license.

	"Looks okay, now here is an application. Fill it out and I'll
take you back stage. You won't be allowed back stage (he had turned to
Craig) though. One of the girls will help you get set. We have extra
costumes and they'll explain the rules and tricks. There are five
other girls tonight and they are already back there getting ready.
You'll go on last to give you time to complete the form and get ready.
I'll be back in a minute to pick this up and take you back there." He
left the table and talked with the bartender.

	The application was pretty straight forward. It just wanted
basic information (name, address, etc.). Most of it was taken up with
a disclaimer relieving the bar of any responsibility for about
anything that might happen. My hand shook as I signed it.

	The manager returned and I handed him the form. I left Craig
and followed the manager back stage. Some of the men turned and looked
as we walked to the door.

	Another girl was on so they didn't look long. Backstage were a
couple of small rooms. The first, he called it the costume room, had
three racks of exotic looking clothes. The tall brunette (with the
heart shaped hair) we had watched earlier put her head in the door.
She was wearing a plain white robe.

	"Shelly, I want you to meet Pamela, she's going to be in the
contest tonight. Do you think you can get her set up?" the manager
asked.

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

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

	"Hi, you a little bit nervous?" Shelly asked. I nodded. "Don't
worry, you'll do all right. They will like you," she said looking me
up and down. "Let's find something good for you to wear. What's your
best color?"

	I replied, "White" as we stepped in front of the racks.

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

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

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

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

	"Sorry, it's tough to find and you have to have permission to
go there," she replied. " Now we have to get started. We start at the
end and work backwards," she said as she opened a drawer on a chest.
"Here's a garter belt, some stockings a g-string. The belts adjustable
and the g-string has velcro so it can adjust to most any size. It also
makes it easier to take off," Shelly said demonstrating how both sizes
could be release in the air. "What size bust are you?" she asked.

	"34C" I replied.

	She opened another drawer and started searching through bras.
She finally pulled a white one out and handed it to me. "It hooks in
the front to make it easier. Now change into this and we'll find
something to go over it." I started taking my clothes off.

	"When you get out there, make sure you smile. Dance all you
want and have fun with it. The crowd picks the winner and they can
tell if you are just going through the motions. Make sure you are at
the back of the stage when you take anything off. That way you can
throw back to side and it won't disappear into the crowd. Anything you
throw to the crowd, Gene will make you pay for. Also, be careful you
don't get to close to the edge. We once had a girl who fell into the
crowd. Not a pretty sight."

	I had taken off my blouse and bra and was about to put the
white bra she had picked out for me on. "Hang on one minute. A little
lip gloss well help highlight your nipples." Shelly handed my a jar
from one of the tables.

	I stood in front of a mirror and applied some brown gloss to
each nipple. "Let me help you with the bra. If you don't get it on
right, it'll rub the gloss all over and they would look worse." She
helped line the lacy, semi sheer bra up as I put it on. "Now you are
not allowed to let anyone touch out there. We'd lose our liquor
license."

	I was actually relieved to hear that. I had taken my shoes off
and was removing my jeans. I had piled the clothes on an empty spot on
the dressing table.

	"You'll have about five minutes so don't go too slowly. But
don't take it all off too quickly either. I can't teach you pacing in
time but we will have someone in the wings who will yell out the time
remaining in minutes. Don't count on be able to hear them though. If
you are doing it right, the crowd will drown her out."

	I had slid the g-string on and had adjusted the belt. I slid
the white stockings up my legs and connected them.

	"Stick to the basics. Don't try anything fancy. I'd leave the
stockings and garter belt on. Some girls try to take them off too, but
it takes up too much time and it takes practice to make it look
graceful." I stood up.

	"Okay, let's find something to go over that. I know just the
thing." Shelly disappeared behind one of the racks and came back with
a silk white night shirt. "The lights work so well on this. All you
have to do is unbutton it down too. Don't muss your hair taking
something over your head."

	Suddenly, an especially loud roar came from the crowd. "They
must be starting," Shelly said looking over her shoulder into the
hall. I had been a little self conscious of the open door as I
changed, but had only seen an occasional women pass by (including the
girl who had been on stage when I came back stage. She had passed by
still naked, carrying her clothes.). I put the silk night shirt on and
buttoned it up. The music resumed outside so the first contestant was
probably on stage. My stomach flip flopped.

	Shelly must have noticed my tenseness. "Relax, you'll do
great. If you feel yourself freezing on stage, just look up into the
lights. Then you won't be able to see anyone. No one is going to force
you to do anything you are uncomfortable with. Let's go to the
dancer's lounge and wait."

	Shelly handed me a short robe which I rapped around myself. We
exited the room (I was glad I had left my purse with Craig). As we
walked down the hall Shelly said, "Don't let the other girls
intimidate you. A couple of them do this fairly regularly, trying to
win the money. It's actually tougher for them as the men like new
faces."

	We entered another room. It had mirrors and dressing tables
along one side and a couple of old couches. There was also a small wet
bar to one side. Shelly took me there and poured me a glass of white
wine.

	There were four other girls in the room, all wearing robes.
The girl who had been on stage and that I had seen walking down the
hall naked, was now robed and sipping a drink and smoking a cigarette
at one of the dressing tables.

	Three girls were sitting on a couch. Shelly took me to the
couch and said, "Hey girls, we got another entrant. This is Pamela."

	I said hello to each of my three competitors (the other was
already on stage). The first, an unbelievable good looking blonde with
a big chest introduced herself as Lisa. They must have had to check
her I.D. twice as she looked no more than eighteen. She had on a black
wraparound skirt and a silk blouse. It was obvious that she had a
black bra underneath. The second girl was a mid thirtyish brunette who
looked a little out of place.

	Her name was Ellen. She was not particular well built and was
a bit hippy. She looked really nervous and her drink shook in her
hand. I was willing to bet she was a housewife on vacation whose
husband had put her up to this. She was dressed in a blue dress that
had a zipper down the front. The third girl looked to be in her mid
twenties. Her name was Karen. She had light brown hair and a tight
body. She had a red teddy on and red stockings.

	Shelly took me over to the remaining dressing table and helped
me with my make-up. The blonde that Craig and I had seen first, popped
her head in the door. "Okay Karen, you're up." Karen rose and followed
the blonde out of the room.

	A minute latter the crowd noise rose. The first contestant
must have finished. A moment later, a petite blond entered the room,
wearing a robe and carrying her clothes. She set the clothes down
(some sort of pink dress) and grabbed a drink. She said "hi" to Shelly
but ignored me.

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

	Ellen was looking more nervous. She was to go on next. She had
put down her drink and was tightly holding her hands together.

	Shelly finished up with my make up and stood back to admire
the results. "Beautiful! Okay you're going on last. After you're done,
pick up your clothes and come back stage. All the girls will be
waiting for the judging. We will give you a minute to put the panties
back on. Then put the robe back on and all of you will go back on
stage. They will hold the judging.

	"Usually, when they call your name, you step forward and open
your robe. You don't have to because the judging will already be over,
but most everyone still dose it. Take a bow and return to the line.
They then announce the runner ups and the winner. The winner is
expected to dance for another couple of minutes, and then gets
presented the check. The other contestants move back stage. Any prize
money for runners up is presented when they are announced. Only the
winner waits until after her encore.

	"Once back stage, everyone is free to dress and leave. You're
welcome to hang out back here if you want but no men are allowed back
stage. We'll be at it until two. Sometimes, if someone been really
good, and they want to do it again, Gene let's them dance a regular
set with us," Shelly said.

	The blonde put her head in the door and called Ellen. Ellen
shook as she rose and walked like she was headed to the gallows out of
the room. The blonde gave a nod to Shelly.

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

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

	"Good luck. Okay Lisa, I don't think Ellen is going to last
too long. Why don't you come out to the wings just in case." The two
girls left. I went over to the bar to freshen my drink.

	Karen entered the room, blushing and looking quite flush. She
had on her robe and had a red pile of clothes in her hand. She dropped
them on the couch and went straight for the bar.

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

	"Great! They were yelling and clapping. I couldn't believe how
excited I was." Karen's voiced cracked as she spoke. She took a gulp
of the wine and sat down. I was wondering if she was going to faint.

	The crowd noise had dropped off and the music had stopped. It
was too soon for Ellen to be done. The crowd cheered and the music
started up again. A minute later, Shelly came in.

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

	"What happened to Ellen?" I asked.

	"She got about half way through and froze. Don't worry, you'll
do great! Lisa will have the crowd all warmed up for you," Shelly
said. Looking at the other two girls she added, "Get ready for the
judging."

	Elizabeth reached over to clothing pile and pulled out sheer
white panties. She stepped into them and pulled them up her legs. As
she pulled them up, I caught a glimpse of a completely shaven pussy.
Karen had put down her drink and was rummaging through her pile. She
pulled out a red g-string, similar in design to the one I was wearing
(velcro on both sides). She pulled it under her robe and fit them on.

	I decided to use the bathroom quickly before I went on. I had
a good bit to drink and didn't want to have any accidents. I went into
the small bathroom that adjoined the room. I decided to test the g-
string and pulled both sides, just as Shelly had shown me. It came
apart in my hands just like it was suppose to. I finished and walked
out to the hall. Teri signaled me to join her at the end. I walked
down the hall. In the costume room, I saw Shelly trying to comfort
Ellen who was crying. I hurried along to Teri.

	Teri shouted onto the stage, "Two Minutes." I looked out
behind the curtain. The crowd had grown and they were cheering Lisa
on. I looked onto the stage and saw Lisa. She was just returning to
the back part of the stage from the runway. She was down to her black
panties. She came over to us and pulled the curtain around the lower
part of her body. Her hand swiftly pulled the panties down and she
threw them over her shoulder onto the stage where the men could see
them. A big cheer went up and she turned her back on the crowd and
danced out to the middle. All the crowd could see was her behind but
Teri and I had the perfect view of her front. Lisa had firm, large
breasts with big pink nipples. She had a pink pussy with a fine patch
of blond pubic hair. She was unbelievable. She turned and faced the
crowd. The men went wild. She danced up the runway, gyrating her hips
and give the men a good view.

	Teri shouted, "One minute!" but the crowd noise was probably
drowning it out. I had been feeling more relaxed, even excited. But
now my stomach was tight and new fears were entering my mind. I wasn't
sure now that I really could go through with it. The music came to an
end and Lisa stopped dancing.

	"The Lovely Lisa, let's give her a big hand for coming out
here tonight," a microphoned voice said. The crowd cheered as Lisa
took a bow. The stage lights went out and she quickly retrieved her
clothes from the stage and headed for us.

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

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

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

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

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

	"Go get them," Teri said as she gave me a small boost out on
the still dark stage. I stepped to the center. The moment of truth had
arrived.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Amateur Night (MF, exhib)[3/4]
Date: 15 Sep 1996 05:24:02 GMT

			    Amateur Night
				  by
			     Pamela Lewis
			      Part Three

	The announcer was talking about a promotion that was upcoming
at the bar. "And now an accountant who has some interesting figures to
show us, let's give a big welcome to Pamela!" The music stared and
then the lights came on, blinding me. The men roared.

	I started dancing, swaying my hips to the beat. The satin
white night shirt shimmered in the lights. I took Shelly's advice and
looked into the lights, losing myself in the music. I worked my way
down one side of the runway. I saw Craig sitting at the table at the
bar. He caught my eye and started to clap. He was the vision of lust.
I turned my back to him and inched up the night shirt so my g-string
covered (or should that be uncovered) behind was visible.

	I shook it at him and the men nearest the stage went wild. I
worked my way back to the stage. I reached up and unbuttoned the top
button on the shirt. The I reached down and unbuttoned the bottom
button. I alternated between top and bottom until only one was left.

	"Four Minutes!" I heard Teri in the wings. I teased the men
by alternately opening the bottom and then the top of the nightshirt.
They could just get glimpses of the white underwear beneath. I
unbuttoned the last button and pulled the shirt open. The men cheered.
I danced the length of the runway with the shirt wide open and
returned to the back of the stage and deposited it on the floor. I was
beginning to really get into it. The men cheering and screaming was
feeding my ego. I decided it was time to be bold.

	As I danced down the runway again, I could barely hear Teri
shout the three minute warning. I decided to forgo Shelly's advice on
taking my clothes off at the back part of the stage. In the middle of
the runway. I reached to the front of the white, lacy, push-up bra and
unhooked it. I held the cups in place as I let the straps fall down my
arms. I released the right cup and pulled the bra completely off,
exposing my breasts. The men were cheering loudly. I looked in their
faces and could see their smiles and leers. Surprisingly, I was
turning me on.

	I shook my breasts at first one side of the room, and then the
other. I looked up to see Craig and shook them one more time in his
direction. It looked like he was really enjoying the show. I danced to
the back of the stage and deposited the bra on top of the night shirt.
As I looked off in th wings, I could see that the other girls had
joined Teri. Shelly was there, having changed into a black dress.
There was no sign of Ellen though. I turned and faced the crowd,
swaying my hips. I ran my hands under my breasts and pushed them up
towards the crowd.

	Heading back down the runway, I heard Teri shout "Two
minutes!" In the middle of the runway, I reached to both sides of my
hips for the velcro fasteners on the g- string. I pulled, being
careful to keep the cloth in front of me blocking their view. The
string fell off my back and I turned, shaking my naked bottom to all
the men. I then pulled the g-string high in the air, exposing
everything to the world. The men were cheering more loudly than
before. I danced and gyrated down the runway, waving the g-string
wildly overhead.

	I returned to the back of the stage and threw the g-string
with the rest of the discarded clothes. I put my arms behind my head
and danced down the runway once more. I could feel my pussy juicing
and wondered whether that was visible to the men. I did not have to
wonder about my chest though, as the nipples were quite obviously
erect.

	As I was dancing back up the runway to the stage, the music
came to an end. I guess the crowd had drowned out Teri's one minute
warning. I walked back to the stage quickly. "The pretty Pamela! What
a show! Let's give her a big round of applause," the announcer said. I
turned away from the men and bowed, showing off my bottom, then I
turned and bowed facing them. The were clapping and shouting.

	The lights went out and I bent over and picked up the clothes.
I walked to the wings where all the girls were waiting in their robes.

	"Great show!" Teri said.

	"Yeah, you were hot!" Lisa added.

	"Super!" Karen said.

	Elizabeth gave me a dirty look. Shelly came up and hugged me,
"You did great, are you sure you have never done this before?" It felt
funny to be hugged by a woman while I was still naked and I didn't
want them to see how excited I was. Her dress felt good against my
bare breasts though. I reached down through the clothes and pulled out
the g-string. I quickly guided it between my legs and fastened it on
my sides. Shelly handed me the robe. The stage lights came back on.

	"We've got the results, now if the ladies will just return, we
can crown our winner," the announcer said to the room. All four of us
filed out back onto the stage.

	I was the last one out. The crowd cheered loudly. "Our lovely
contestants folks! Contestant number one, Elizabeth!" She dropped the
robe and stepped forward to the cheers of the crowd. So much for just
opening her robe as Shelly had explained to me. She took a couple of
bows and fondled her breasts. She had small but firm breasts topped
with dark brown nipples.

	"Contestant number two, Karen!" Karen, not to be outdone by
Elizabeth, dropped her robe to the floor and stepped forward to the
delight of the crowd. Her breasts were larger and she had larger pink
nipples. She shook her breasts to the men's applause. Karen's body was
extremely tight and she looked like she must work out a great deal.

	"Contestant number four, Lisa!" (I guess they were not going
to make any mention of Ellen) Lisa dropped her robe too. She
definitely had the biggest breasts of the group (I think mine might
have come in second, but Karen's were awfully close). She took her
bows and returned to the line. I started untying my robe.

	"And contestant number five, Pamela!" I stepped forward and
ran my hands up my breasts as though to present them to the men. I
took a couple of bows and stepped back into the line. I had really
enjoyed the men's enthusiastic response.

	"I know with such beautiful contestants, it's hard for
tonight's judges to make a choice. All these women are winners and
will receive prizes. But we are now ready to announce the winners. Our
first runner up, winner of a gift certificate for a new swim suit from
"The Teenie Weenie Bikini Shop," and a cash prize of one hundred
dollars is... " the announcer paused to build up anticipation
"Pamela!"

	I couldn't believe it. I had come in second! The men cheered
and Lisa reached over and hugged me, her bare chest rubbing against
mine. Shelly had come out of the wings put a sash over me. She hugged
me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

	"Congratulations!" She handed me the gift certificate, a one
hundred dollar bill, and a small batch of flowers. "Walk down the
runway and wave," Shelly told me.

	I took the flowers in my hand and walked down, waving to the
cheering men. It might not be the Miss America pageant, but I felt
proud.

	As I returned to the line the announcer said, "And tonight's
winner of the grand prize, a gift certificate for a new swim suit from
"The Teenie Weenie Bikini Shop, a free makeover including hair styling
and a pedicure from the "House of Lenora," a dinner for two at the
"Beachcomber" and five hundred dollars in cash is... " once again he
paused, "Lisa!"

	She squealed and leaned over and hugged me again. The she
hugged Karen. Shelly placed a sash on her and handed her flowers and
the money. They hugged too. Shelly signaled to us to file off the
stage so I led the way to the wings. Teri congratulated me as Karen
and I joined her in the wings.

	Elizabeth stormed off down the hall. I guess she was a bad
loser. Shelly came back stage as the music started again. She had
Lisa's flowers and money. You can't dance to well holding on to
things.

	Lisa was already dancing on stage. We watched her move. Since
all she had on were her panties, it didn't take long for her to become
nude. She danced a couple more minutes to the delight of the fans. She
grabbed her panties (Karen had thoughtfully brought Lisa's robe back
with her), and came to the wings with us. Everyone hugged again.

	The men were chanting "Lisa, Lisa." She went back out and took
a couple more bows. When she returned, she put her robe on. I still
had my robe over my arm as I had my hands too full with flowers and
the money to put it on. Shelly gave Lisa here flowers and prizes and
we all went back to the room. The brunette that had been smoking in
the room passed us going down the hall. She was headed towards the
stage to do the next set. Back in the room, we shared a celebratory
drink. Elizabeth had already cleared out.

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

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

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

	Shelly looked to Karen. "I don't know." Karen sort of
squirmed. I knew how she was feeling. I had enjoyed putting on the
show but there were now others needs that would need to be taken care
of.

	Shelly looked at me. Feeling playful I turned to Karen and
joked, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." After all, I hadn't
gotten to see her show.

	Karen laughed and said, "You're on, but can you let us go on
soon?"

	"If you're in such a hurry, why don't you go on together?"
Shelly suggested.

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

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

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

	I told her that I would need to let Craig know what was going
on. Karen said she wanted to let her husband know too. Shelly arranged
for us to send a note. I wrote Craig that I had another surprise for
him and that he had better be ready afterwards. Shelly took the notes
and said that a waitress would deliver them.

	As we entered the customer room, Teri was coming out in a
leather biker outfit. Shelly told her what we were going to do and she
said that we could go on after her.

	We returned the clothes that we had used before and started
looking for something to wear. Shelly said she had the perfect choice
and disappeared into a rack. She came back with two red and white
pleated skirts and red sweaters with letters on them (FU, how
original). "How about being cheerleaders?"

	Karen and I both agreed. Shelly pulled out some red cotton
panties. She also found two red push-up bras that had only half cups.
She then went into the closet to find the pom-poms and find some
shoes.

	Karen took off her robe. I marveled at how tight and firm her
body was. I got to aerobics class twice a week but she looked like she
did it more regularly than that. "How do you keep looking so tight?" I
asked her.

	"I'm an aerobic instructor," she smiled. I should have
guessed. She had a neatly trimmed mound of dark black pubic hair.
Karen pulled her red panties up and picked up the bra. The red bra
hooked in back and pushed her breasts up. It only covered the bottom
half of the breast and the nipple was still exposed.

	I slipped my robe off and pulled the panties up. The red
panties covered more of my behind then the g-string had. These didn't
have the velcro fasteners so would have to be lowered down the legs.
Karen had slipped the sweater over her head and pulled it down. It
seemed a little small the outline of her nipples were clearly visible.

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

	"Hold on a second, I can see that you need your make up
retouched," she said. I put the sweater back down and Shelly grabbed
the jar of lip gloss. She re-applied some to each nipple and tweaked
them a bit. "If they are not already erect when you are about to go
on, make sure you pull them till they are. That will make these
outfits look even better," she explained.

	Karen said, "Teri never put make-up on my nipples, no wonder
your tits looked so much better. Will you do it for me too?" Karen
pulled the sweater up.

	"You'll need a lighter color," Shelly said as she returned the
jar of lip gloss to the table. She hunted through a couple more
bottles and finally found a color she liked. She applied some to
Karen's nipples.

	"Ohh, that feels nice," Karen purred.

	She pulled her sweater down after Shelly was through. I had
pulled mine on. It felt about two sizes too small and was so tight, I
wasn't sure I could breath.

	Shelly explained that was the only size they had and I would
just have to make due. The skirts had been altered to include a velcro
fastener along one side, so that they went on (and came off) like a
wrap around skirt. By the time we had stepped into the pumps, we
looked like two of the sluttish cheerleaders.

	We returned to the other room and poured another drink. Shelly
stepped out to make the arrangements for our show. Karen helped me
with my make-up and helped her with hers. We talked about some things
and I found out that she lived in the same area as I did. We promised
to exchange phone numbers and to double date.

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

	Karen replied, "You know what might be neat? I'll let you take
off my clothes and I can take yours off."

	She looked excited. I had never had any experience with girls.
Tonight had been the closest thing, what with Shelly putting make-up
on my nipples, and giving and receiving hugs from the girls while
partly nude. I must admit I was excited by the prospects of her
touching me on stage. Besides, she was married and wouldn't get to
carried away with an audience. I agreed. We work out a little bit of a
routine and then Shelly returned. She told us that the regular shows
were usually longer than five minutes, and that she had arranged for
us to have more time.

	We walked out to the wings. I was more excited than nervous,
having already been out on the stage once. I felt I knew what to
expect and was looking forward to going out there again. Teri was on
stage, completely naked. The music ended and the crowd applauded. She
took a couple quick bows and stage lights were extinguished.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Amateur Night (MF, exhib)[4/4]
Date: 15 Sep 1996 05:24:33 GMT

			    Amateur Night
				  by
			     Pamela Lewis
			      Part Four

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

	"We have a special treat for you tonight. A couple of the
ladies from our contest tonight have agreed to do an encore. Now to
help boost your team spirit, Karen and Pamela!" the announcer boomed.

	The lights came up and a drum roll started. Instead of the
usual rock & roll music, Shelly had arranged for some college fight
songs. Karen and I marched to the middle of the runway. We dig a few
jumps and kicks. The men were cheering. We kicked high so they could
see the panties under the skirts. We shook are pom-poms and are chests
to the music. I leaned forward and Karen lifted my skirt so the men
could see my pantie covered bottom.

	She then did the same and I lifted her skirt. We linked arms
and did some high kicks. We threw the pom-poms to the back of the
stage.

	Karen stepped behind me and her hands came around me. She slid
her hands across my stomach and up toward my breasts. The she slid
them back down and took the bottom of my sweater. I raised my hands
straight in the air. She slowly slid the sweater up, her hands grazing
against my bared skin. She pulled it over my head and threw at the
back of the stage.

	I started to lower my arms but she told me to leave them up.
Her hands came back to my belly. She slid them slowly up until they
were resting on the half cups of the red bra. Her fingers slid up and
pinched each nipple. The room had gotten suddenly quiet. The men were
staring, most of them open mouthed, as she fondled my breasts on
stage. I saw Craig. He was sitting there, open mouthed, obviously
amazed and excited by what we were doing.

	I lowered my arms and Karen stood back. I could see the lust
in her eyes. She looked like she had completely forgotten she was
onstage in front of a roomful of men. I was about to repeat what she
had done to me but Karen reached out and pulled me to her in a hug.
Our lips met. Her tongue entered my mouth. Her hands reached up for
my breasts. I reached down and pulled her sweater up. We had to break
the kiss as I pulled it over her head.

	I whispered, "Don't forget we are not alone." That seemed to
break her out of her trance. She released my breasts and stood back.

	She went to one side of the runway as I went to the other,
letting the men see our near naked chests. As we passed in the middle,
Karen's hand reached out and grabbed my skirt. The velcro gave and the
dress unwrapped from around my hips. I reached over and pulled hers. I
took her skirt and walked to the back part of the stage. It joined the
pile as did mine.

	We danced on opposite sides of the runway again. I decided it
was my turn for some fun. I snuck up behind Karen and unhooked her
bra. I slid my hands under the cups and removed the half bra. My hands
slid up to her breasts and I fondled them. They were already quite
erect, and the soft skin felt great. I was quite wet and could feel
Karen pushing her ass back against my crotch.

	Her hands reached around behind her and she placed them on my
bottom, pulling my closer to her. I tried to break apart, and Karen
grabbed my bra to stop me. She worked her hands along the strap till
she came to the hook. She unhooked it. While she was putting my bra on
the pile, I took the opportunity to head down the runway. Things were
getting a little out of control. I didn't know if I could stop if we
kept on teasing one another.

	Karen caught up with me in the middle of the runway. I turned
towards her and she pulled me to her and we embraced. Her naked
breasts rubbed against mine. Her hands slid down my back. They slid
under the panties and onto my bottom. I allowed my hands to follow
suit. She had tight buns, and the skin felt so soft.

	"Okay, let's take them down together," Karen whispered. We
both bent at the waist and started sliding each other s panties down,
with our hands within them.

	When we had them down to the knees, we nearly tripped over
each other. We both stood straight and let them drop down to our feet.
Then we stepped out of them.

	Karen faced the crowd on one side of the runway and I did the
same on the other. It was time to let the men back into the act. We
switched side and strutted down the runway. Karen came up behind me
and her hand reached down for my mound. I humped my backside against
her and could feel her pubic hair against my bottom. She slid her hand
through my hair and reached my opening. Her fingers pulled the lips
apart exposing the pink inside for the men to enjoy. The music stopped
(we really hadn't been using it for some time anyway). I knew Karen
could feel how hot I was. My hands reached back for her pussy. She was
wet too.

	She stepped back. I guess we both realized how quiet the room
had gotten. They started another song (back to rock & roll) but the
spell had been broken. I think we were both suddenly embarrassed. I
know I turned red. We grabbed the panties and went and picked up the
pile of clothes. The music stopped in mid song.

	The announcer said, voice cracking, "Unbelievable, Pamela and
Karen, Wow!" The men started clapping and cheering. I turned and took
a bow. Karen had already run offstage. I saw Shelly and Teri standing
in the wings and joined them. The crowd noise was getting louder.

	"You had better go back out there and take another bow,"
Shelly said. "I'll see if I can get Karen back."

	I dropped the clothes and went back on stage in nothing but
the red pumps. I took a few more bows. I saw Craig standing,
applauding and yelling wildly. I could plainly see the bulge in his
slacks. I needed that bulge now! I returned to the wings and put the
robe on. The crowd kept screaming.

	"Where's Karen?" I asked Teri. Teri just shook her head and
pointed back at the stage. I re-hung the robe and went back out for
one more curtain call. I was hoping Karen would join me. I looked out
in the crowd and I saw Karen coming out the stage door.

	She had already dressed and she practically ran to a tall,
muscular man at the bar. The men closed in around them, many reaching
out to her. She dragged him to the exit and I lost them in the crowd.
I walked offstage, disappointed. I put the robe on. Shelly joined us
and we took the clothes back to the costume room. Lisa passed us on
the way. She was going to do another show. Well, she would have a
tough act to follow.

	"Karen had to leave. She did leave you this note though,"
Shelly said. I took the note from her and opened it. All that was on
it was a phone number and her signature. I put the note in the pocket
of my jeans and dressed in my street clothes. I was still burning up
and decided it was time for Craig to do something about.

	Shelly said, "If you are ever back up here, give me a call.
I'll take you to that beach we had talked about." She gave me her
number and then I headed for the door to the bar.

	I didn't want to be mobbed as Karen had been so Shelly
arranged for a waitress to get Craig so we could leave the back way.

	Craig still had the look of lust in his eyes. He also was
slightly drunk. We embraced quickly and I said, "Get me out of here."

	Shelly showed us the back way out and suddenly, we were out in
the parking lot. Craig was too drunk to drive and I was to horny too
wait so we ran down to the beach and found a sand dune. I tore my
jeans and panties down and dropped to my knees. Craig just dropped his
pants,not even taking them all the way off. He entered me from behind
swiftly. It was savage and fast but I needed satisfaction. I never
even got my blouse off. I collapsed in the sand and Craig rolled off
of my side. We just lay in the sand, naked from the waist down,
oblivious to the world. Our breathing slowed downed to more normal and
I pulled my pants back on.

	Craig had sobered up a little bit. He held me and asked me how
I felt. I had mixed emotions. I had enjoyed putting the show on. I
felt a little guilty though for having done so much in front of
everyone.

	Also, I was having mixed feelings about how excited other
women had made me that night. I told him that I felt fine and that I
had enjoyed myself. Craig looked relieved and suggested we might want
retire to our room.

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

	We drove in silence back to the hotel. In the room, I excused
myself and went to the bathroom to clean up. I looked in the mirror
and saw myself as for the first time. The extra heavy make-up that had
looked so well under the stage lights, looked garish. I took a long
hot shower. I put a sexy teddie that I had packed to impress Craig
with. I wondered if it would still excite him after having seen me in
worse on stage.

	Craig whistled approvingly as I emerged from the bathroom. I
told him that I wanted to hear his side of the story first as I joined
him in the bed.

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

	"Elizabeth," I supplied him.

	"Yeah, she came out all dressed in pink. She kept moving so
you never really got a good look at her. She had a bald pussy though!
I thought that was really exciting. Then your friend Karen came out.
All decked out in a see through red nightie. She had matching
underwear and a garter belt and stockings. She was tight. She started
out a bit slow. She looked a little nervous. Once she took her panties
off, the music stopped and she was gone. It didn't give us much time
to look."

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

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

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

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

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

	"Then it was time to vote for the winner. They have these
little boxes on the table that feed into a computer somewhere.
Needless to say, I voted for you. Then you all were out on the stage.
I was really happy to hear you picked as first runner-up. You looked
pleased too.

	Then I sat there and waited for you. My waitress came up and
gave me your note. I didn't think I could wait much longer but I
really didn't have much choice. They were serving me free drinks,
because you were in the contest, so while I waited,I kept drinking. I
had a pretty good buzz on by the time you and Karen came on.I couldn't
believe you were up there with another women, dressed like a
cheerleader. I thought maybe I had too much to drink. I shook my head
but you two were still both up there. Then you started going at each
other. I don't think anyone ordered any drinks once she started pawing
you. I noticed a lot of hands disappearing under tables to their laps
as you went along. Then there was just you on stage taking curtain
calls. That girl you danced with passed by me and grabbed this guy.
They both disappeared. I wonder if they were as turned on as we were
and couldn't wait?"

	I decided not to tell Craig about getting Karen's (or
Shelly's) phone number just yet. I told him about the whole night,
only omitting a couple of the details.

	About half way through my story, he lowered his face to my
pussy and started to eat me. I had a hard time finishing the story and
we ended up sixty-nineing until I came. He mounted me very tenderly,
and we made love slowly. We dozed off.

				* * *

	I awoke late in the morning (11:30). Craig was still asleep.
Since he had woken me so nicely the last two mornings, I decided to
return the favor. I slid down to his crotch. I slid my hand softly
over his cock. I looked at it closely. I don't believe I've ever
gotten to see a cock close up as it slowly rose to full erection. I
lowered my lips on it and kissed it.

	Using my tongue, I worked up and down the length of it. He was
total erect but still did not show any sign of waking. I tongued his
sacks and returned to the underside of his rod. My hands encircled his
balls.

	Finally, I engulfed the head of his cock in my mouth. I sucked
him in deeply. I noticed that he was pushing back, trying to go
deeper. I looked up at his face but he still seemed asleep. I sank my
lips down till I felt pubic hair on my chin. He let out a low groan.
His hips started to push up at a quicker pace.

	He was definitely awake. I could feel his spasm starting in
his balls. I pulled off him just as he started to shoot. His cum shot
into the air and landed on his belly as I continued to milk him with
my hands (as I said earlier, I don't mind performing oral sex but
cannot stand the taste).

	"Good morning," I said.

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

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

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

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

	He quickly as I had a nice little orgasm.

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

			       The End