Amateur Night

We first saw the sign on the "strip" as we headed
towards the beach. The sign in front of the lounge
said, "Amateur Night-Mondays!" Craig teased me that I
should enter. It was said in a joking way that meant he
would laugh it off if I did but also meant that he
wished I might take it serious.

I wasn't particular interested in showing my body to
the world (at least not more than you could see in my
bikini) so I laughed and we changed subjects. It was
early on Saturday morning and the strip looked gaudy
and lifeless in the sunlight. It needed the darkness of
the night for its light to come on and bring it to
life. All the people were either still home in bed or
already staking their claims to sections of the beach.

Craig and I were staying at a nice place right on the
beach. I was a little nervous since this was our first
weekend together. We had been only dating about a month
and a half and were just getting use to each other. Sex
was just starting to get good as we learned each others
likes and dislikes. This weekend was a big step for us.
I had been looking forward to it since Craig had
suggested it two weeks ago.

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

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

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

"That's worth the three hour drive alone!" he said. He
came up behind me as I continued to pack my things for
the beach. His hands encircled my waist and I leaned
back against him. The beach would still be there in
another hour (or two?). His hands slid under the top
and pulled it over my breasts. Both hands took a breast
and started to fondle them. I purred.

For two minutes we just stood there, him slowly
fondling my breasts and me leaning back against him. I
could feel his bulge staring to grow against my
backside. He was kissing my neck, and finally I turned
around so that I could return his kiss.

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

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

He gasped into my ear, "Sit on my face." Not an
invitation he would have to repeat twice, one of my
favorite things is to be on top of a man's face, it
gives me such a feeling of control and power. I waked
on my knees up to the headboard and lowered myself on
his tongue. I looked in my reflection in the mirrored
wall over the headboard. In the background, I could see
the ocean wave out over our balcony (we were up too
high (23 floors) to see the beach or to worry about
being seen from the beach).

Craig's tongue soon had me dancing on his face. The
room's temperature was swiftly rising from both the
heat we were generating and the open door to the
balcony. My reflection was covered with sweat as I
continued to roll on his face. I had a few small
orgasms and built to a large one. After I came back
down, I rolled off his face (he did need to breathe)
and curled up by his side. His face was covered by my
juices as he held me close.

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

I could see that he needed relief from more than the
heat. I got out of the bed and joined him in front of
the sliding glass door. I put my arm around him and
looked out at the ocean. I bent down and took his cock
in my mouth. After a couple of licks, I dropped to my
knees and started to take him into my mouth. His hands
reached into my hair.

After a few minutes, Craig said, "I didn't work you up
and get you all wet for nothing. I want to take you
right here on the carpet, where we can both look out at
the ocean."

I knew that this was Craig's way of being nice to me.
He knows that I don't like to suck cock to completion.
I just have never developed a taste for sperm. I moved
forward on my hands and knees to the edge of the glass.
Craig dropped to his knees and slid his cock into me
from behind. He leaned forward over my back and I could
feel his breath on the back of my neck. He thrust and I
tried to match his rhythm. He had been denied too long,
and the pace quickly picked up. Each thrust, I would
open my eyes out onto the ocean. When he would
withdraw, I would close them again and back up trying
to keep him inside. Soon, we both were reaching a
crescendo.

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

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

"But you look beautiful with that just fucked look.

All the men will be so jealous of me. Besides, we can
let the ocean clean us." Craig reached into his bag and
pulled out his swim trunks. He looked worse then I did,
with my dried juices still on visible on his face. I
quickly slipped back into my bikini and brushed my
hair. We grabbed our things and headed for the
elevator. In the elevator, I could still smell our sex
in the confined area. Part way down, the elevator
stopped and a middle-aged couple joined us. The men
kept sniffing around, not quite able to place the
smell. When we got off, we both broke into laughter.

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

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

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

She had her dress hiked up to her waist. Her blouse was
open and her bra and panties rested on the sand next to
them. He was tall, very young too, and had a medium
size cock. He had his pants and shorts pulled down to
his knees and was busy pumping her and grabbing her
breasts. She was the one we had heard moaning as she
continued to "ohh" and "ahh". Craig had lain down next
to me and his hand reached into my blouse (I hadn't
worn a bra that evening). I was getting quite flushed,
watching their illicit act.

The boy's groan joined the girl's and with one final
thrust he came to rest upon her. Craig had unbuttoned
my shirt most the way down and was working on my pants.
His hand slid into my panties and he could tell how
excited I was. I could feel him rubbing his bulge
against my leg and knew that the show had affected him
too. The girl buttoned up her blouse and pulled on her
panties as the boy pulled his pants back on. She did
not bother to replace the brassiere, instead slid it
into a small bag that was off to her side. They rose
and walked off hand in hand.

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

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

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

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

***

I woke Sunday morning to a glorious feeling. Craig was
between legs, lightly tonguing my pussy. I kept my eyes
closed and just enjoyed the sensations in a half awake,
half asleep state. He tongued me for over fifteen
minutes before my moaning gave me away. I finally
opened my eyes and watched him continue his work. I
said, "Now!" and he rose above me. Where the other sex
had turned into raw animal passion, this was slow,
unhurried lovemaking. He slid into me gently. We kept
up the slow pace for over a half hour. Almost
imperceptibly, the pace picked up. Finally, we both
came and just laid in each others arms. What a way to
awake.

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

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

I could plainly see how flushed I looked in the mirror.
I removed my soaking panties and put them in my purse.
Craig rose when I returned to the table and helped me
with my seat. Sitting, his hand quickly discovered the
reason for my little trip and his face lit up with a
smile. After dinner had been cleared away (I can't even
remember what I had!), the waitress asked if we would
like dessert. Craig teases me by not removing his hand
for her final visit and said that we were going to go
somewhere else for dessert.

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

"What are we doing here?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Anything?" he teased.

"Anything!" I replied.

"Okay, but I want you to do something special for me."
he gave me an evil grin. I was to hot to notice and
just nodded my head. He started the car and headed back
to the hotel. "I want you to help me live out a
fantasy. I want you to enter that amateur contest
tomorrow night." he said. I was almost shocked back to
reality. But I decided to promise him anything, whether
I would actually do anything was another story. His
hand had once again slid up my dress and was stroking
me.

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

***

When we arrived back at the hotel, I was ready to come
again. He pulled his hand out though. We walked to the
elevator. I could see a stain on the front of my dress.
I couldn't believe how hot and bothered I was,
especially after having had so much sex that weekend.
Luckily, we didn't run into anyone. When we entered the
elevator, Craig pulled his zipper down and ordered me
to suck him. I obediently dropped to my knees and
pulled his cock out.

I engulfed the head with my mouth, unconcerned that it
was a glass elevator (the glass was smoked so it was
unlikely anyone could have seen anything anyway). Craig
may have talked a good game, but he was not totally
unaffected by our night out. He was rock hard. When we
reached our floor, we quickly ran to the room (Craig
didn't even zip back up).

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As the sun began to set, I knew I was running out of
time. Craig joined me in the shower and immediately
dropped to his knees and buried his face in my mound.
He certainly was not going to make it easy for me. I
dressed for dinner in blue jeans and a blouse (I wasn't
going to make it as easy as the night before for him
either. I even wore a bra!).

We ate at a nice seafood place. Craig tried to keep
pouring liquor into me but I paced myself. I had been
thinking about what he had said. I had a fantasy about
being a stripper, but I wasn't sure I wanted to turn it
into reality. I figured that the lounge would be dingy,
the women slutty, and the men would all have beer guts.

***

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

The room was semi dark and the music was loud. I clung
to Craig instinctively as we entered the room filled
with men. I could see just a couple of women in the
crowd. It was not dirty or seedy. The men were mostly
young, and only a few looked like they should be
driving around in pickup trucks with gun racks. We
worked our way to the bar and I could just barely see
the stage area between all the men (there must have
been over 300 of them!). The stage was well lit from
track lights that hung down similar to the disco we had
been to on Saturday night.

No one was on the stage and most of the men were
milling about. Waitresses scurried about (fully
clothed, but in short cocktail outfits). We found a
small table for two at the bar when two men got up and
left. We could see the stage. Although not the best
sits in the house, they would certainly be adequate for
our needs. A waitress came to our table almost
immediately and took our order. This wasn't too bad but
I didn't want to be too clear headed if I was going to
go through with this. The waitress swiftly returned
with the drinks and Craig ordered another round.

We both swiftly drank the first and the second had just
arrived when the stage lights dimmed. We could barely
see the curtain move and then a spot light came on. A
very well built blonde was on the stage. She was
dressed in a dark blue velvet dress and was wearing
matching gloves that ran past her elbows. She had a
matching set of pumps on her feet. The room momentarily
hushed in anticipation. The music came on loud. It had
a disco style beat. The girl started moving on the
stage. She danced down the runway and back.

She was not bumping or grinding, no pelvic thrusts or
anything. She looked like she was just dancing like I
might. Then she pulled one glove off, and then the
other. She threw them to the back part of the stage out
of reach. She turned her back too the crowd and lowered
her hands to the hem of the skirt. She slowly raised it
up her body and finally took it over her head.

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

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

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

The next dancer was tall and dark haired. She was well
built (but not as well built as the blond had been) and
had a dark tan. Her dance was similar and soon she was
down to a white g-string (she had been dressed all in
white). After she removed it, I was intrigued to see
that she too had her pussy lips shaven. She had her
remaining hair cut into the shape of a heart. Also,
here tan did not have any lines in it. She looked
incredible. Craig was obviously enjoying the show (my
hand reached into his lap and found him solid). It was
getting close to 10:00 and decision time.

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

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

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

"Good point, Promise you won't tell anyone ever." He
quickly nodded his head. He signaled our waitress, and
when she came, he ordered another round and asked her
if she could send the manager over so I could sign up
for the contest.

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

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

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

The manager returned and I handed him the form. I left
Craig and followed the manager back stage. Some of the
men turned and looked as we walked to the door. Another
girl was on so they didn't look long. Backstage were a
couple of small rooms. The first, he called it the
costume room, had three racks of exotic looking
clothes. The tall brunette (with the heart shaped hair)
we had watched earlier put her head in the door. She
was wearing a plain white robe.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"34C" I replied.

She opened another drawer and started searching through
bras. She finally pulled a white one out and handed it
to me. "It hooks in the front to make it easier. Now
change into this and we'll find something to go over
it." I started taking my clothes off. "When you get out
there, make sure you smile. Dance all you want and have
fun with it. The crowd picks the winner and they can
tell if you are just going through the motions.

Make sure you are at the back of the stage when you
take anything off. That way you can throw back to side
and it won't disappear into the crowd. Anything you
throw to the crowd, Gene will make you pay for. Also,
be careful you don't get to close to the edge. We once
had a girl who fell into the crowd. Not a pretty
sight."

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

"Let me help you with the bra. If you don't get it on
right, it'll rub the gloss all over and they would look
worse." She helped line the lacy, semi sheer bra up as
I put it on. "Now you are not allowed to let anyone
touch out there. We'd lose our liquor license." I was
actually relieved to hear that. I had taken my shoes
off and was removing my jeans. I had piled the clothes
on an empty spot on the dressing table.

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

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

"Okay, let's find something to go over that. I know
just the thing." Shelly disappeared behind one of the
racks and came back with a silk white night shirt. "The
lights work so well on this. All you have to do is
unbutton it down too. No muse your hair taking
something over your head."

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

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

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

We entered another room. It had mirrors and dressing
tables along one side and a couple of old couches.
There was also a small wet bar to one side. Shelly took
me there and poured me a glass of white wine. There
were four other girls in the room, all wearing robes.
The girl who had been on stage and that I had seen
walking down the hall naked, was now robed and sipping
a drink and smoking a cigarette at one of the dressing
tables.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shelly finished up with my make up and stood back to
admire the results. "Beautiful! Okay you're going on
last. After you're done, pick up your clothes and come
back stage. All the girls will be waiting for the
judging. We will give you a minute to put the panties
back on. Then put the robe back on and all of you will
go back on stage. They will hold the judging. Usually,
when they call your name, you step forward and open
your robe. You don't have to because the judging will
already be over, but most everyone still dose it. Take
a bow and return to the line. They then announce the
runner ups and the winner.

"The winner is expected to dance for another couple of
minutes, and then gets presented the check. The other
contestants move back stage. Any prize money for
runners up is presented when they are announced. Only
the winner waits until after her encore. Once back
stage, everyone is free to dress and leave. You're
welcome to hang out back here if you want but no men
are allowed back stage. We'll be at it until two.
Sometimes, if someone been really good, and they want
to do it again, Gene lets them dance a regular set with
us," Shelly said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What happened to Ellen?" I asked.

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

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

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

Teri shouted onto the stage, "Two Minutes." I looked
out behind the curtain. The crowd had grown and they
were cheering Lisa on. I looked onto the stage and saw
Lisa. She was just returning to the back part of the
stage from the runway. She was down to her black
panties. She came over to us and pulled the curtain
around the lower part of her body. Her hand swiftly
pulled the panties down and she threw them over her
shoulder onto the stage where the men could see them.

A big cheer went up and she turned her back on the
crowd and danced out to the middle. All the crowd could
see was her behind but Teri and I had the perfect view
of her front. Lisa had firm, large breasts with big
pink nipples. She had a pink pussy with a fine patch of
blond pubic hair. She was unbelievable. She turned and
faced the crowd. The men went wild. She danced up the
runway, gyrating her hips and give the men a good view.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The announcer was talking about a promotion that was
upcoming at the bar. "And now an accountant who has
some interesting figure to show us, let's give a big
welcome to Pamela!" The music stared and then the
lights came on, blinding me. The men roared. I started
dancing, swaying my hips to the beat. The satin white
night shirt shimmered in the lights. I took Shelly's
advice and looked into the lights, losing myself in the
music.

I worked my way down one side of the runway. I saw
Craig sitting at the table at the bar. He caught my eye
and started to clap. He was the vision of lust. I
turned my back to him and inched up the night shirt so
my g-string covered (or should that be uncovered)
behind was visible. I shook it at him and the men
nearest the stage went wild. I worked my way back to
the stage. I reached up and unbuttoned the top button
on the shirt. I reached down and unbuttoned the bottom
button. I alternated between top and bottom until only
one was left. "Four Minutes," I heard Teri in the
wings.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Great show!" Teri said.

"Yeah, you were hot," Lisa added.

"Super," Karen said.

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

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

I was the last one out. The crowd cheered loudly. "Our
lovely contestants folks! Contestant number one,
Elizabeth!"

She dropped the robe and stepped forward to the cheers
of the crowd. So much for just opening her robe as
Shelly had explained to me. She took a couple of bows
and fondled her breasts. She had small but firm breasts
topped with dark brown nipples.

"Contestant number two, Karen!"

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

"Contestant number four, Lisa!"

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

"And contestant number five, Pamela!"

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

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

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

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

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

As I returned to the line the announcer said, "And
tonight's winner of the grand prize, a gift certificate
for a new swim suit from "The Teeny Weenie Bikini Shop,
a free makeover including hairstyling and a pedicure
from the "House of Lenora," a dinner for two at the
"Beachcomber" and five hundred dollars in cash is.."
once again he paused, "Lisa!" She squealed and leaned
over and hugged me again. Then she hugged Karen. Shelly
placed a sash on her and handed her flowers and the
money. They hugged too. Shelly signaled to us to file
off the stage so I led the way to the wings.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As we entered the customer room, Teri was coming out in
a leather biker outfit. Shelly told her what we were
going to do and she said that we could go on after her.
We returned the clothes that we had used before and
started looking for something to wear. Shelly said she
had the perfect choice and disappeared into a rack. She
came back with two red and white pleated skirts and red
sweaters with letters on them (FU, how original). "How
about being cheerleaders?"

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

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

"I'm an aerobic instructor," she smiled. I should have
guessed. She had a neatly trimmed mound of dark black
pubic hair. Karen pulled her red panties up and picked
up the bra. The red bra hooked in back and pushed her
breasts up. It only covered the bottom half of the
breast and the nipple was still exposed. I slipped my
robe off and pulled the panties up. The red panties
covered more of my behind then the g-string had. These
didn't have the Velcro fasteners so would have to be
lowered down the legs.

Karen had slipped the sweater over her head and pulled
it down. It seemed a little small the outline of her
nipples were clearly visible. The sweater had a
plunging neckline that showed a lot of cleavage. I
tried the bra on and tried to arrange my nipples over
he cups. Shelly emerged from the closet with two pair
of red pumps and some red and white pom-poms.

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

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

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

"Ohh, that feels nice," Karen purred.

She pulled her sweater down after Shelly was through. I
had pulled mine on. It felt about two sizes too small
and was so tight, I wasn't sure I could breath. Shelly
explained that was the only size they had and I would
just have to make due. The skirts had been altered to
include a Velcro fastener along one side, so that they
went on (and came off) like a wrap around skirt. By the
time we had stepped into the pumps, we looked like two
of the sluttyish cheerleaders.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Karen stepped behind me and her hands came around me.
She slid her hands across my stomach and up toward my
breasts. The she slid them back down and took the
bottom of my sweater. I raised my hands straight in the
air. She slowly slid the sweater up, her hands grazing
against my bared skin. She pulled it over my head and
threw at the back of the stage. I started to lower my
arms but she told me to leave them up. Her hands came
back to my belly. She slid them slowly up until they
were resting on the half cups of the red bra. Her
fingers slid up and pinched each nipple. The room had
gotten suddenly quiet. The men were staring, most of
them open mouthed, as she fondled my breasts on stage.
I saw Craig. He was sitting there, open mouthed,
obviously amazed and excited by what we were doing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay, let's take them down together," Karen whispered.
We both bent at the waist and started sliding each
other s panties down, with our hands within them. When
we had them down to the knees, we nearly tripped over
each other. We both stood straight and let them drop
down to our feet. Then we stepped out of them.

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

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

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

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

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

"Where's Karen?" I asked Teri. Teri just shook her head
and pointed back at the stage. I re hung the robe and
went back out for one more curtain call. I was hoping
Karen would join me. I looked out in the crowd and I
saw Karen coming out the stage door. She had already
dressed and she practically ran to a tall, muscular man
at the bar.

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

"Karen had to leave. She did leave you this note
though," Shelly said. I took the note from her and
opened it. All that was on it was a phone number and
her signature. I put the note in the pocket of my jeans
and dressed in my street clothes. I was still burning
up and decided it was time for Craig to do something
about. Shelly said, "If you are ever back up here, give
me a call. I'll take you to that beach we had talked
about." She gave me her number and then I headed for
the door to the bar.

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

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

We embraced quickly and I said, "Get me out of here."

Shelly showed us the back way out and suddenly, we
were out in the parking lot. Craig was too drunk to
drive and I was to horny too wait so we ran down to the
beach and found a sand dune. I tore my jeans and
panties down and dropped to my knees. Craig just
dropped his pants, not even taking them all the way
off. He entered me from behind swiftly. It was savage
and fast but I needed satisfaction. I never even got my
blouse off.

I collapsed in the sand and Craig rolled off of my
side. We just laid in the sand, naked from the waist
down, oblivious to the world. Our breathing slowed
downed to more normal and I pulled my pants back on.

Craig had sobered up a little bit. He held me and asked
me how I felt. I had mixed emotions. I had enjoyed
putting the show on. I felt a little guilty though for
having done so much in front of everyone. Also, I was
having mixed feelings about how excited other women had
made me that night. I told him that I felt fine and
that I had enjoyed myself. Craig looked relieved and
suggested we might want retire to our room. He said
that he wanted details of my experience but wanted to
be in a more comfortable environment.

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

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

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

"Elizabeth," I supplied him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good morning," I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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