You know, I never did find my clothes again that night? And contrary to an immediate fear that enveloped me after I had finally finished climaxing, I was delighted with my own performance and the way it made me feel. Ah, the power! I might have been the target for every cock in that room, but it was my situation to control, and control it I did. Sure, my tits were pawed at by a dozen guys or more – but it was only allowed because I wanted it – and sure my pussy was craved by as many cocks, but only the three that I chose got to fuck me. And yes, I did say 'only three' (the host deserved thanking – and he has never found out to this day that it was me...) – all my choices.
I never knew what it was like to walk so tall and for a few hours at least to be such an all-powerful slut of a woman – but now I do, and I'm the only person in the whole wide world who knows what that – and I – feel like.
Even Maddy doesn't know what I got up to that night (although she was surprised when I fucked one of her dinner guests in the summer house a few weeks ago), but she was wise enough to make no comment when another invite arrived last week and I put it under a magnet on my fridge door.
Poles Apart
I guess I can't really deny that I was feeling down when Kate came over to see me that Friday afternoon – but that doesn't mean that what followed was in any way my fault.
"Come on, Wendy, let's go grab a wine or three and see if that cheers you up."
"I appreciate your concerns, Kate, but I don't think a couple of glasses of Chablis are going to make me feel any better."
Kate is not the sort of woman to give up easily. "Nonsense. It's exactly what you need. Although looking at your face I reckon it will probably be more like two bottles."
"And that is another good reason why I shouldn't go – you always get silly after few glasses."
"And your point? Silly will cheer you up."
My only mistake all evening was when I hesitated before trying to resist further, "Well, I'm still not-"
"That settles it." Kate said, "Go get something nice on and slap on some slap."
I did try another couple of protests but to be fair to my friend, I could already feel my resistance wavering. Within five minutes she was sitting on the edge of my bed while I showered, and she had selected her idea of 'something nice' from my wardrobe by the time I switched off the hot water and come through to find her.
"You have got to be joking," I said, eyeing the short, pleated electric blue skirt that she'd laid next to the silky white blouson that was only slightly less transparent than my kitchen window.
"No jokes. This skirt really suits those lovely legs of yours, and that top is perfect for someone with your shape."
"Maybe when I was eighteen, but-"
"But nothing. You're not thirty yet and let's face it, Wends, you can still turn heads in a monastery."
"Kate! You know full damned well that you're the cutie out of us two!" I was protesting but trying hard not feel properly complimented – Kate is gorgeous, but I'm not so far behind her I suppose. One thing I certainly am not close to her in, is choice of clothing – or rather, lack thereof. "If, and that's still an 'if', I go out in those things, you're going to have to let me choose what goes underneath since it will only take one breath of breeze to put it all on show."
"You're going to put something on underneath them?" Kate's grin was not entirely showing off the fact that she was joking.
"Funny girl."
"Well, okay, undies are your call, but at least make sure they're not too grannified."
I finished towelling the ends of my deliberately ratty red hair, "Grannified?"
"As in what your granny would wear.
I gave a soft chuckle, "Just as long as you don't want me to put on the sort of stuff that my kid sister risks slutting about in."
"Oh, you mean the one with the backbone in your family?"
"Looking like she's selling herself doesn't need courage."
"She doesn't sell anything, Wends, but at least she celebrates the fact that she's cute." Kate read the first signs of anger that were beginning to burn in me, and she wisely changed the topic, "But enough of the rest of them, tonight belongs to thee and me, and we'll just dress nice and have some quiet fun."
I raised an eyebrow.
"Really!" Kate protested.
I started to rummage through my knickers drawer, "I believe you. Mainly because I'll make sure that's what we have. But given that you've just hurried over to see me still in your work clothes, what are you going to do for 'dressing nice'?"
Kate grinned and flipped back the duvet to reveal one of my slinkier little black numbers. "I thought under the circumstances...?"
We called a cab to get to the wine bar, Kate in my short black dress, and me in the skirt and blouse combo with matching (for once) white bra and panties that were not – despite Kate's begging – in any way see-through, even if the cuts were quite daring.
It was while we were working our way slowly through our second glasses when Kate gave a snort of laughter.
"What's up?" I smiled.
"I think that we've been eyed up by every single guy in here. What are the odds of being somewhere like this and none of the guys being gay?"
"Maybe they all are and we're looking like trannies?"
Kate gave another snort, "Someone's feeling happier. But seriously, don't you find it nice to draw some attention occasionally?"
I wrinkled my nose, "Not normally, but I guess once in a while is okay."
"Like tonight?
"I guess I might be in need of a little casual complimentary ogles."
Kate nodded, "I thought you were being unusually relaxed for once."
"Before you say it – or imply it, if you haven't already – I'm not uptight."
"Which is why you normally run a mile anytime a guy makes it obvious when he's checking you out?"
"I do not!" I paused in the face of Kate's raised eyebrow, "Well if I do, then it's because I'm just naturally reticent."
"Reticent? That's just a very fancy word for chicken."
"I am not a chicken!"
With those five words, I was doomed.
"Wends, you won't even go into some places because the thought of lots of male hormones flowing around scares you even when all that testosterone is not being directed towards you."
"I have no idea what you mean!" Which was, at least, true.
"Like when you wouldn't stop off in that River Catch Club, for instance."
"It's a strip club!"
"It's a pole dancing club, but the point is that you weren't going to be there to go up on one of the stages. It was just for a laugh at the sad business-type guys dribbling over the girls."
I tried half a dozen times to come up with a decent reason for dodging the trip a couple of weeks before, but ended up with a rather lame, "Well I don't agree with those sort of places."
"You've never even set foot in one, so don't give me that. How on earth do you know whether you like things or not if you don't try them?"
Somewhere in the distance someone was probably yelling 'check-mate' as my natural reticence was overcome by a mixture of wine and indignance. "Well, Kate, if I'm so chicken, how come I'm just about to suggest we go there right after this wine?"
Kate did the raised eyebrow thing again, "Seriously?"
"Well, maybe I was being a bit hasty, but-"
"No, no. Not hasty at all. Three weeks late, in fact. Or possibly close on thirty years late. I'll call the cab company again."
Sounds silly, doesn't it? But it's true; I'd never been into one of those places before that night. To be totally honest I really wasn't sure what to expect, but my first impressions were considerably better than I had expected. For a start it was well-decorated rather than seedy as I'd expected, and it was light and airy rather than dim and smoky (and yes, I know the smoking ban had been in force for years, but old imaginations are the slowest to change). More to the point, maybe, was the fact that there was no air of sad desperation a
mong the twenty or so guys who were in there drinking. Most appeared to be wearing business suits, true, but they were chatting happily in small groups rather than my mental imaginings which centred on lone, sad, grubby older men who would be casting furtive glances around the place.
Perhaps the most unusual thing – to my imagination, at least – was that, while Kate and I were given rather approving once-over looks from some of the guys, they didn't seem to find our presence odd or an invitation for ribald comments or worse.
There was also, at that particular point in time, no girls currently dancing in less than full bikinis. Lots of flesh on show, to be sure, but nothing even I hadn't shown off at the beach before. They even seemed to be genuinely enjoying their dancing and acrobatics around the poles that rose from the centre of the two small stages which were currently occupied.
I breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Kate, to find her grinning at me. "Not quite the nasty pit you imagined, right?"
I gave a resigned smile, "I guess not."
"Good. I'll get the wines in and we can settle back and watch when the main shows start."
"Main shows?"
"Quit with the worried tones already. I just mean when a couple of the girls get a little more naked. It's fun watching the reactions of some of the guys, is all."
"All? You mean they-"
Kate laughed, "Stop it! It's a pole dancing club and that much of your imaginings is right. It's all pretty innocent really."
"Getting your kit off for a bunch of guys doesn't sound that innocent to me!"
"There's no touching or anything. It's great to see how some of the guys react, though. Can even be a bit stimulating."
I ignored Kate's chuckle, "Yeah right!"
"Well you haven't experienced it yet so don't be so quick to pre-judge. Now here's your wine and let's find a good observation post."
As we settled, I pursued my point, "They really do take off their tops then?"
"For the later shows, they take off everything. Hell, if it was just their tops, I might even consider it myself. They make a fortune in tips and stuff."
I almost choked on my wine, "You? No way!"
"Way. What's the big deal really?"
"You think showing off your... boobs is no big deal?"
Kate shrugged, "No biggie for me, but I guess for a prudish little chicken it might seem a serious leap."
"I am not-"
"A chicken, yeah I know, you said."
"I was," I huffed, "Going to say that I'm not prudish."
"Oh, Wendy! You haven't even crossed your legs all night because you think the skirt is too short!"
Sometimes a casually observed truth can halt me in my tracks. "I... that is..."
"Am I right or am I right?"
"Well, yes, I guess."
"Still trying to say you're not a prude, then, Wends? I mean, come on, even if there was a couple of seconds of flash of knickers it's hardly stripping for a gang bang!"
"I just think showing off a lot of leg is a bit... well, a bit..."
"Fun? Nice? A great way of seeing how cute guys think you are? Proving you're not a boring prude?"
"You really think that about me?"
Kate sat forward and lost the grin for a moment, "Seriously, Wends, I do adore you, but I worry that your... carefulness can maybe cheat you out of some of the fun and excitement that a gorgeous, smart girl like you deserves."
"It's not that easy for me." I was a bit downcast, I admit.
"If you never try anything, sure you'll stay all safe. But you won't find out about that fun and excitement I mentioned, and for the record, we all start out that way. There's no need to jump in and put yourself in danger, but you really should experiment a tiny bit. You owe it to yourself. Another wine?"
"What? Oh, yeah, why not?"
I sat deep in thought while Kate went to get more wine – although not deep enough in thought to see any link between her words and plans. I looked over to the nearer stage and the slender blonde who was somehow clinging to the pole using nothing more than her impressively well-muscled thighs. One of the younger businessmen in a group to one side of her stage was staring up at the dancer with a rapt look on his face, and he chose that very moment while I was looking his way to swallow hard, his tongue darting across his lower lip as he made himself more comfortable in his seat. Or was that move to make himself less uncomfortable...
That's when it happened. It was totally without warning, totally alien to me, but I couldn't deny it. The young man's obviously mounting excitement sent a shiver through the depths of my belly, and I really couldn't deny it.
So much so, that when Kate returned, set the fresh wine down before me and said "Well, Wends? Gonna cross those legs yet?" I gave a mock sigh and very deliberately pulled my right foot across my left knee. My skirt rode higher. of course, and I was aware from the very periphery of my vision that a couple of heads turned towards our table. That tiny, deep shiver that I'd felt looking at the young guy's reaction to the dancer made a reappearance, and my internal auditor grudgingly allowed that maybe Kate had been right on one level. The newly crowned Miss Right gave a soft chuckle at the length of thigh I was showing and nodded her approval. "Not so terrible, is it?"
"Just so long as you don't think I'm going to get any more daring."
To her credit, Kate didn't so much as comment on how stupid that remark was.
Half an hour – and another wine – later, I was starting to actually get rather comfortable sitting there with the occasional admiring glance directed my way. It still felt alien to me – almost as if I were someone else entirely – but the gentle thrill deep in my belly was an extremely welcome sensation that I was happily becoming used to.
When Kate nudged my arm and pointed to the nearest dancer – the young blonde had been replaced by a slightly older girl with an asymmetrical black bob – I didn't realise what she was referring to at first. The girl was moving around the pole in a series of swooping movements which highlighted the graceful curves of her belly and upper body. She paused and swung a leg around the pole, rising off the dance floor with just the strength of her lower limbs. Her hands moved to the back of her neck and I gave a little gasp as I realised that she was about to untie the top of her silver bikini.
The sudden realisation that she really was going to bare her breasts in this room full of men sent another shiver through my belly, and I gave another little gasp as I became conscious that I was finding the whole concept rather exciting. One look at the even more rapt attention that was now being focused on the girl as her hands teased at the ties of her top, and that sensation of excitement cranked up another notch.
I clutched at Kate's free hand, not even bothering to disguise my reaction as the dancer freed the last of the ties, only her hand over her bust keeping the bikini top in place. After a long, drawn-out series of twists around the pole, the girl gave a soft smile and after a final pause spread her arms wide.
The silver material dropped to the dancefloor and her breasts, proud and flawless, hard nipples a soft, light pink, were finally bared to the entire room. When a couple of the younger guys gave appreciative cries and even a small round of applause, I hate to admit it, but I joined in.
I swung to my right a little, my legs uncrossing, and clapped my hands as I took in the reactions of the audience. And then noticed that one of the guys wasn't staring up at the stage but was, instead, looking across at me. More to the point he was giving my legs a very admiring stare, and I realised that I hadn't bothered to straighten my skirt when I'd spun away from Kate.
The blue material was stretched across my thighs – very high across my thighs – and I was suddenly very aware that it was entirely possible that the guy could maybe even see the faintest flash of white further up my skirt. The shiver in my belly just intensified and I finally realised that Kate had been right all along. This was fun!
I turned back and hugged her – not at all oblivious of the fact that my skirt rode up anothe
r inch or three. "Okay, I admit it. You were right all along."
Kate returned the hug, "You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that." She nudged me, indicating a couple of businessmen at a table further down the room who were looking our way, "No need to even accept a drink from them, let alone anything else they might offer, but doesn't it feel great to be the centre of attention?"
"You got that right, but as long as you promise to protect me, I'll carry on here as I am."
It took a moment or two for Kate to work out that I was half-joking, but she finally managed to unravel my meaning and shook her head. "Don't worry. I'll check to make sure you remembered to pull your knickers up when you come back from the loo."
I looked over at the topless dancer and the faces of her fans in the audience. "Better make sure I keep my blouse done up properly as well."
Kate gave me a long look before nodding towards the restrooms, "Come on then. Let's have a quick chat where we can't be overheard."
I shrugged and nodded.
Kate was wine-silly from the second we stepped into the surprisingly neat ladies' washroom and her giggles would have been more appropriate for a teenager. As would her first suggestion.
"I might have plucked up the courage to flash a bit of thigh, but I'm not taking my undies off!" My hand hovered over my mouth.
"No one would be sure so it's not like a full-on flash."
"Kate! If this skirt rides up and I haven't got any knicks on there won't be any room for doubt. I only shaved a few days ago."
Kate giggled again, "Shaved? I'd never have thought it of you. And anyway, never mind your skirt, you should whip that bra off as well."
"Oh, very funny. This top is not exactly opaque, is it?"
"It's not too bright out there."
"And you, Kate, are not too bright in here if you think I'm risking that much."
I have a friend who's both silly and sly – a dangerous combination. "Okay then, you should just compromise with me and take the much, much safer option."
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