by Sophie Stern
What will he do when he sees the way my skirt falls to the floor?
How will he react when he sees my shirt gently drift away?
When I'm standing before him in just my bra and panties, what will he do?
Will I be good enough that he'll throw a few dollars down, hoping I'll come over?
Will he reach up, trying to get a touch?
What about when the panties come off?
Will he get hard thinking about the way I bounce my ass on stage, wiggling it in his direction?
I'm so close to coming just thinking about showing off for him, but I don't. Right before the moment of explosion, I stop. I peel my hands away. It's better this way. It's better to go into this horny and needy, rather than full and satisfied. It's better to need the rush of stripping down. It's better to need the way people will look at me.
This is the way it should be.
I finish washing my body, shaving my legs, and soaking my stiff muscles in the tub. After what feels like hours, I finally peel myself out of the water and head over to my closet.
It's time to find something to wear.
Chapter Four
The shiny shirt, tiny skirt, and heels I choose are perfect. I twirl several times in the mirror, making sure that my hair looks perfect, my ass looks perky, and my tits don't show completely through the shirt. I have to keep a little bit of mystery, after all.
Satisfied that I look amazing, I finish applying my makeup and grab my clutch. It's time to find out where this place is. I yank out my phone and shoot a text message to Anne.
What's the name of the club?
I place the phone on the counter while I wait for her reply. It won't take long. Anne is like me and never goes anywhere without her phone. I face myself in the mirror and practice making sexy faces. What's going to look best tonight? Should I bite my lip when I slip my shirt off and my tits bounce free? Should I smile seductively? Should I do all of the above? None of the above?
My phone beeps. I pick it up and read her text.
Don't worry about it. I'll be there in ten minutes. Be ready and look slutty!!!!!!
She's driving me? Huh. Usually Anne prefers to just meet me places, but this is fine. This will give us extra time to gab on the way there. Plus, riding with Anne means that I'll be free to go home with some hottie if I need to. Of course, I doubt that she'll actually let me out of her sight long enough to make a choice like that. While Anne is very free sexually, she's also not stupid. She would never let me go home with someone who might turn out to be a murderer.
I head downstairs and out onto the porch to wait for my friend to arrive. One of my neighbors is on his porch and I hold up a hand to give him a little wave. He sees me and a shocked expression crosses his face. He doesn't wave. He just scurries back into his house.
Oh well, that's probably for the best.
My neighborhood isn't used to the new Kayla yet. They're not used to seeing me coming home at all hours of the night, dressed in swanky clothes, shaking my ass like I've finally figured out how to feel good about myself.
A horn honks and I turn to see Anne pulling into the driveway. There she is: my luscious date for the evening. Who knows? Maybe Anne will end up coming back to my place after our evening of fun and the two of us will strip each other down again. Maybe we'll curl up on my couch and block out everything but each other. Maybe we'll make each other come again and again and again until we're both tired and sweaty and begging for more.
Maybe we'll fuck until the sun comes up.
Who knows?
I slide into her car as she lets out a little holler.
"Daaaamn," she purrs, leaning over to give me a kiss. "You look hot, Baby." Her hand glides between my thighs and up to rub my clit through the thin fabric of my thong.
I'm instantly sinfully wet.
"Anne," I moan as she moves from my lips to my neck and sucks softly for a second. Then she gives me a hard nip and as I yelp in surprise she pulls back and laughs.
"Ready for some fun?" She asks with a wink.
And then we're off.
"What's the name of the club?" I ask again, wondering where we're going. I Googled a few places before she showed up, but none of them are holding an amateur night tonight. For a brief second, I wonder if we're going to a place far away. I hope not. After all, I still have to work tomorrow.
"Wait a second," I ask, suddenly. "Aren't amateur nights usually held on the weekends?" It's only Thursday.
Anne just smiles and pulls the car over. I figure she wants to talk about something because we're not in a business district or downtown area. We're just on the side of the road in some suburb. But instead of talking, she turns the car off and gets out.
"Are we picking someone up?" I ask hesitantly, not moving.
She walks around the car and opens my door. Then she pulls me out of the car, closes my door, and drags me to her trunk. Flipping it open, she pulls out a small bag and smiles.
"We're picking everyone up," she says with a smirk. "It's been a long, hard week and Matthew is getting married tomorrow. Don't you think we should send him off with a bang?"
"What? Anne, what are you talking about?"
But she doesn't answer. She just starts walking up the sidewalk to a house where a lone figure waits on the porch. When we get closer, I breathe a sigh of relief. It's Bruce. Finally, someone who will give me answers.
"What's going on?" I ask him, hurrying up.
"You haven't told her yet?" He turns to Anne.
"Nope." She shakes her head and smiles, turning to me. Then she grabs my ponytail and pulls the hair tie out of my hair, releasing my locks.
"There you go," she says, seemingly satisfied. "Much better."
Then Bruce turns to me and says, "This is Matthew Taylor's bachelor party, and you're the entertainment."
Chapter Five
"No," I say simply and start to turn away. "No, no, no." Anne grabs my arm, though, and pulls me back, planting a hard, sweet kiss on my mouth.
"It'll be fun," she says.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I practically shriek, but Bruce covers my mouth with his hand and warns me to be quiet.
"If you freak everyone out," he tells me, "you aren't going to get paid."
"PAID?!?!" I can't believe it. Seriously? I can't believe they tricked me! This was going to be a night of fun, sure, but stripping in front of a group of random people is a lot different than stripping in front of a small, intimate group of a dozen guys.
Isn't it?
"It's okay," Anne tells me, rubbing my arm. "I just thought it would be fun. Bruce manages a couple of girls and they couldn't make it tonight, so he asked if we were interested. It'll be really exciting."
Bruce manages strippers? What? When did he start doing this? I have no idea what to do, what to think, or what to say. In fact, I'm so silent that I finally notice the sounds emanating from the house we're next to.
And it sounds like everyone is having a great time.
"Kayla," Bruce says, "You need to make a decision, like now. If you can't do this, I get it, but you need to tell me so I can call for some backup for Anne."
So this is the moment of truth.
Am I willing to give up everything for tonight?
I should be, I think. I was going to dance when it was in the middle of a huge room, after all. Then again, I thought that I'd somehow be able to hide behind the other dancers. If I ever felt scared, I'd be able to rely on the fact that after my dance, another girl would take my place and I could escape to the bar.
I can't do that here.
Here, if I get nervous, I have to keep going.
Here, I'll be in front of a select group of people who have only one thing on their minds: how they'll be able to get into the stripper's panties.
"I'll be here the whole time," Bruce tells me, as if he can read my mind. "I won't let anything happen to you."
It's all I need to hear. I trust him completely. He's never let me down before and
I sure as hell know he won't let me down tonight.
"Okay," I finally say. "Let's do it."
"Eek!" Anne squeals and claps her hands, suddenly giddy. I smile, too, give her a hug, then regain my composure.
Bruce rings the doorbell.
And it's time for the show to begin.
Chapter Six
"I hear someone's been naughty," Anne says, taking a step into the room of horny drunkards.
They are, I immediately notice, completely horny and completely drunk. That doesn't stop us from getting excited. We walk into the room and we're immediately the center of attention. Anne drags me to the middle of the room and everyone cheers.
"Who's the lucky boy?" Anne asks, trying to locate the bachelor. He's the one we'll be spending most of our time on, after all. He's the one we really want to give it to.
A blushing hottie who can't be older than 25 timidly raises his hands while his friends cheer and laugh. Anne trots over to him and pulls him to the center of the room.
"Aw, don't be shy, Sweetie," she says, licking his ear. "I'll be gentle," I hear her whisper.
I glance around the room quickly, trying not to break character, but still wanting to get a good idea of what's going to happen. About a dozen men are sitting in a circle, watching us. They're all in dress pants and nice shirts, obviously hoping they're going to get touched and pawed on tonight.
I can't help but smile as they watch us carefully, eyes never leaving our bodies. We're going to give them a show to remember.
I turn back around where Anne is grinding against the bachelor in time to the music. I scurry up next to her and begin to grind on her while everyone lets out a collective sigh. I know I look fucking fantastic as I slide my hands up and down her chest, then lean down and start to kiss her neck.
The crowd goes wild.
I peek past her to see the bachelor. He's tall, lanky, and has eyes to kill for. They pierce my soul, and for a second, I find myself wishing he wasn't the one getting married. We can't fuck with a soon-to-be-married guy.
Much.
"Sit down," I tell him, grabbing a chair and putting it in the center of the circle.
He does as I say without so much as blinking. In the background, I barely notice Bruce leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette. He's playing it cool, but I wonder if he's thinking about the ways he's fucked me. I wonder if he's wishing he was the one I was about to give a sultry dance to.
But we aren't at Bitter Jupiter.
We aren't at Anne's place.
We aren't in Bruce's sexy Egyptian-style basement.
We're at a bachelor party, and I'm the dessert.
I stop looking at Bruce and start looking at bachelor boy. He's biting his lip, waiting in anticipation for what's about to happen. I place one hand on his left shoulder and gently graze my other up his thigh, over his throbbing dick, and up to his right shoulder. His cock is already hard, thrusting against his pants, anxious for a little relief.
Too bad for him I'm not a real stripper.
Or maybe it's just what he was hoping for. I don't know any of the "rules" of bachelor parties, so I'm going to have to make this up as I go along and just hope that he can keep up. Anne is dancing in the center of the room and it's just me and the bachelor in my sight.
"What's your name?" I whisper to him.
He looks surprised, but whispers into my ear, "It's Tony."
"Okay, Tony," I say, "This is my first time doing this."
I'm not sure why I tell him. Maybe it's because he looks just as nervous as I do. Maybe it's because I don't want him to feel like he can't stop this at any time. Maybe it's because part of me doesn't want him going into his marriage with any weird regrets. Maybe it's because I'm secretly still a shy girl who just wants to be loved.
Nah, I think it's because he looks nervous.
"What?" He says, surprised.
"Don't worry," I slide onto his lap and start grinding against his dick. "I'm still going to give you the show of your life. You just look a little nervous."
"Are you putting yourself through college or something?" He fights back a little giggle at his poor choice of joke.
I glance over at Bruce, whose eyes haven't left me once.
"Something like that."
Then my shirt comes off.
Chapter Seven
I grind down onto Tony's lap and lean forward, letting my tits dangle in his face. He reaches his tongue out and laps at them softly.
"Is touching allowed?" He asks, suddenly.
"When I say so," I tell him.
He reaches his hands up, then pauses, as if to ask permission. I nod to him and he starts racing his hands over me, tracing every inch of my body. The only thing I'm wearing now is my mini skirt and thong. The thing fabric is barely enough to contain how wet I'm getting.
I'm going to have to let Anne take over soon.
"I think I'm going to have to steal my friend away from you," Anne giggles, pulling me off Tony's lap with a soft, playful whine.
"Fuck her!" A voice yells.
"Yeah, fuck her!" Another joins in. The boys are getting excited now. This is what they really came for. Of course, they're all hoping that we're going to go home with them. Of course they are. Who wouldn't? I'm hot, Anne's hotter, and we're both single so there's nothing stopping us.
"Calm down, dirty boys," I pout with a tease. "The night is still young."
Anne and I stand facing each other in the center of the room and start to give them something they'll never forget.
It's not as strange as I thought it would be: touching her in front of all these people. We've been intimate before, so it feels like we're picking up right where we last left off. Anne knows her way around my body. She knows what I like. She knows what I'm comfortable with. She even knows what gets me off. If she's hoping to making me cum in front of this group of guys, it's not going to be tough for her.
Giving my first lap dance made me wet. Feeling powerful, feeling in control, feeling that lust radiating off of Tony. It's all exactly what I needed tonight. It's all exactly what I was hoping for. Now, melting into Anne's soft touch, I find that she's exactly what I'm hoping for at this particular moment.
The whole room fades away as she reaches her lips to mine. I press my tongue out, softly licking her lips before plunging inside her. I think the guys are cheering. Maybe they're silent. I don't know. The only thing that's obvious to me right now is that I think my panties are going to slide off from sheer pleasure.
Her hands are in my hair, then on my tits, squeezing and pinching and rubbing. My own hands find their way up to her tiny shirt and I peel it up over her head. Not caring where it goes, I throw the shirt without looking.
"Yeah! I got it!" Someone yells, but I'm too wrapped up in Anne to care.
Then suddenly, I'm ripped from the moment as I remember that we're here to put on a show: not just get each other off.
"Ready for some fun?" Anne teases through our kiss.
All I can do is nod. I have no idea what she has in mind for me tonight.
Pushing me back, she waltzes over to the bag she brought in earlier and yanks out a dildo. She pushes a button and the thing roars to life, spinning and twisting around. My knees go weak. Anne's going to fuck me with this wonderful toy until my head spins and my eyes roll back.
And the best part?
Everyone - even Bruce - is going to be watching me, craving for me, wanting to feel my tight little cunt wrapped around their hard dicks, but it's never going to happen.
The only thing penetrating this pussy tonight is purple and takes a couple of double A's.
And I'm ready for action.
Chapter Eight
"Take notes, boys," Anne purrs as she turns me around so I'm facing Tony. "This is how you make a woman beg you for more." She pushes me down so that my hands are on his knees and I'm looking up into his eyes. He's watching me, staring at me, silently begging me to be the one who makes him moan tonight.
I try to keep my eyes on his and not on his hard cock, which seems to be trying to escape his pants.
Not tonight. Any other night, I'd be so tempted to blow him, but not tonight. Tonight I need to focus. Tonight I need to do a good job. Tonight I need to show Anne and Bruce that I can fulfill any role they want to throw at me.
Tonight.
My ass is up in the air, wiggling for the room to see. It doesn't take long for Anne to push my skirt up to my waist, revealing my barely-covered ass and pussy. My tiny little thong barely covers anything. When she rips it off, it falls to the floor and I'm exposed.
Totally and completely open.
I feel myself growing wet as I let out a soft moan, but Anne doesn't let me relax for long. Within seconds she starts rubbing my ass and swatting each cheek - hard. I let out a tiny, controlled yelp with each swat, feeling the cheeks on my face start to blush. I'm sure my other cheeks are blushing just as much.
"Mmm, she likes it," Anne tells the room and everyone starts to laugh.
"Spank her harder!" One voice shouts out.
"Yeah, harder!"
"Let me have a go of it!" Says another.
"Now, now," Anne purrs, rubbing me gently before swatting me once more. "This one's mine tonight, boys. You're just going to have to sit and enjoy the show."
Tony reaches down and starts to rub my hair while Anne continues spanking me. I lean into his touch, enjoying the way he's playing softly, gently with me. He's being almost tender. I open my mouth slightly and he slips his finger inside of me. I suck on it while I look up at him.
Then Anne stops spanking me and slides her finger into me.
I let out a harsh moan as I suck harder on Tony's finger, silently wishing it was his cock in my face. His bride's lucky, I think, eyeing it again. It looks even bigger, if that's possible. I bet he's at least 7 or 8 inches, easily. I wonder how much of that juicy cock I'd be able to slide down my throat if I had the chance. At least half, I know.