“Close your legs.”
“I’m just asking you a question.”
“You can ask me without doing that.”
“No, I can’t. I’m showing you what I’m asking about. Is this a turnoff?”
“Rachael,” he said, fighting hard to keep his eyes on mine, “what are you talking about. No boy is going to be turned off by a pretty girl spreading her legs.”
“Not that. This.” I ran my fingers up along the elastic edges of my panties, where my soft curls were peeking out around them.
“What?”
“This hair here,” I said, taking a small tuft and pulling on it. “I think it looks ugly sticking out like that, and I’m considering trimming it. Do you think I should?”
He stared down between my legs, and I noticed a very nice bulge forming at the front of his pants.
“Rachael, I…”
“Or do you think I should listen to Emma, and just shave it all off? That’s what she did, and I have to admit, it looks kinda cute.”
He continued to stare, and now his bulge was more than interesting. I was intrigued. What was my stepdaddy packing under there?
“So, from a guy’s perspective, what do you think?”
“Huh?”
“Do you think it’s ugly the way it is, and if I shave it, should I just go for a trim, or take it all off?”
“Um,” he said, his eyes locked on my crotch, “it’s definitely not ugly the way it is.”
“You think so? I’m pretty hairy.” I hooked a finger under the elastic edge and pulled the panties slightly to the side, giving him a glimpse of my fur-covered slit.
His mouth dropped open again as my pussy peeked into view. “Um, Rachael…”
“Yes, Daddy?”
“Um, you should probably cover up now.” But his eyes never strayed from between my spread thighs.
“Why, Daddy? I’m just asking your opinion.”
“My opinion is it looks just fine the way it is.” I glanced down between his legs, and his cock was pressing out his pants like an iron spike. I felt my pussy clench in response to the sight, and my nipples visibly hardened.
“You sure?” I said. “Sometimes all this hair just gets in the way. With my other hand, I tugged one of my labia to the side, revealing my inner wet folds to his gaze. I heard him emit a breathy gasp.
He took a deep breath, and muttered, “Oh god.”
Just then, the sound of the garage door opening startled us both, signaling the arrival of my mom. I quickly sat up and closed my legs. He shook his head, seeming to come to his senses.
“Um, Rachael, I’m glad we had this chance to, um, talk. But I don’t think your mother needs, um–”
“Don’t worry Dad. I understand Mom can be uptight. But I enjoyed our little talk.” I stood. “Maybe we can do it again.”
“Um, yeah, sure.”
I grinned and headed upstairs, not wanting my mother to see me dressed this way around her husband.
I heard them talking down there for a few minutes, too low for me to understand what was being said. Then I heard them come upstairs and go to their room. I smiled.
After giving them a few minutes, I crept down the hallway to their door. When I put my ear close, I could hear muffled moans and the slight squeak of bedsprings. I grinned again. It sounded like he was really giving it to her good. I wondered how much of it was my doing.
During the next two years before I went off to college, I did my best to tease him at every opportunity. After my shower, I would listen for his footsteps walking by, and then step out and accidentally bump into him, causing me to drop my towel. Or, I would wear short skirts with no panties, and then sit in a position that allowed him a clear view up underneath. One time I even told him I thought I felt a lump on my breast, and asked him if he could check to make sure.
Through it all, neither of us took it any further. I really had no interest in fucking him – I just enjoyed the teasing. And he may have wanted to fuck me, but if he did, I guess the fact he was married to my mother prevented him from actually doing something about it.
I was looking forward to going back home when college ended for the summer, so I could pick up where I had left off with my stepfather, and continue tormenting him with my body. But a month before summer break, my mom called to tell me that Jeremy had moved out. It just hadn’t worked between them, and they were getting a divorce. I pressed her for details, but she wouldn’t share, so I spent my summer working as a lifeguard at the pool, and being bored around the house with no one to tease.
When I began my senior year at college, Mom informed me that finances were tight, and I would have to get a part-time job to help with my tuition. After trying my hand at waitressing and retail – and hating both – I remembered an incident at one of my sorority parties from a year ago.
I had gone outside to get some fresh air, and after a minute, a woman named Dana came out and stood with me. She was a sorority alumnus, having graduated three years ago. We chatted amiably for a few minutes, and then she reached into her purse, pulled out a card, and held it out to me.
It read “Deluxe Entertainment” on the front in pink letters. Her name was underneath, next to the words, ‘President.”
“What’s this for?” I asked.
“That’s my company.”
“What do you do?”
“I provide entertainment.”
I gave her a confused look. “Entertainment?”
She smiled. “More precisely, I connect girls who are willing to provide entertainment, with guys who would like to be entertained.”
My eyes opened wide. “Prostitution?”
She smiled. “I don’t use such crass words, but yes, providing escort services for gentlemen is one of the services we offer.”
“Why’d you give it to me?”
“You’re a beautiful girl, Rachael. You should be taking advantage of that fact.”
“I couldn’t be an escort.”
“We also provide other services. Stripping, for example.”
“Stripping?” I felt a flutter in my stomach.
She smiled, knowing she had hit a sweet spot. “Yes. Whether in a club, or at private parties, our girls make top money.”
The idea of being naked in front of a crowd caused a warm wetness to spread through me. But I handed the card back to her.
“Sorry, I just can’t.”
She nodded. “I understand. I don’t want to talk you into anything you’re uncomfortable with. But hold onto the card. You may change your mind someday.”
I doubted I would, but shoved the card into my purse.
A year later, I was searching through my old purses, trying to find it. When I called Dana, she remembered me immediately, and invited me to her office to talk. We decided it would be best if I started in a club, instead of private parties, because the situation is more controlled. The bouncers at the clubs are trained to keep the guys’ hands off the girls, and while a bodyguard accompanies the girl to private parties, being with twenty horny guys in someone’s game room could get out of control.
I was nervous my first night, but a current of anticipation ran through me. Despite the pre-law degree I was eight months away from earning, I felt I was born to be an exhibitionist. The thought that in a few short minutes I would be naked in front of a group of guys, made my pussy quiver wetly.
I messed up a few dance steps, but the crowd didn’t seem to care as they cheered at each piece of clothing I removed. By the time I was done, the guys were rowdy and showering the stage with dollar bills. I was a hit.
When I went back to my dressing room, my pussy was so wet, I had to go into the ladies’ room and do myself with my fingers. My second and third sets were just as popular, and I went home with over $500 in tips my first night.
* * *
I finished my last set of the night, scooped up my money, gave the crowd a smile and a wave, and headed backstage. Just like every other night, my body felt like it had an electrical current runni
ng through it, as my desire pulsed wetly through my loins.
“Great show, Raven,” my friend, Diamond, said, as I sat beside her at the long make-up mirror that lined the wall of the dressing room. We all knew each other only by our stripper names, and after a while, I got used to calling women Kat, Jasmine, Cheyenne, Lexus, and so on. I had picked Raven to match the long black wig I had bought to cover my blonde tresses. The last thing I needed was for someone from my school to come in and recognize me.
“Thanks, Diamond. You did great too.” The truth was, Diamond was one of the few girls who were nice to me. I think most of them were upset about my success, and thought I was getting tips that would be going to them if I wasn’t around. Dana warned me this might happen, and told me just to ignore it.
I was about to take my wig off, when the club manager, Jimmy, came up behind me, giving me his usual stuck-on smile. He was nice enough, but he had the personality of a used-car salesman. He treated the girls with respect, but I had heard he wasn’t above accepting a blowjob in exchange for moving a girl’s set time to a more profitable position. I didn’t have that problem, since I was so popular, but I decided early on that I would never be that hard up for money to suck that guy’s cock.
“Raven,” he said, as he almost put his hands on my shoulders, then seemed to remember at the last moment I had asked him not to touch me.
“Yes, Jimmy?”
“You in the mood to make some extra money?”
“How’s that?”
“I have a private bachelor party happening in the back room, and they’re asking for you.”
“I’m a little tired.” The truth was, I wanted to get back to my apartment and spend some quality time with my vibrator before getting some much-needed sleep.
“The groom looks to be around forty. As are most of his friends with him.”
I gave him a curious look. “Why is that important?”
Diamond interrupted. “Raven, don’t pass it up. Those older guys have lots of money, and love to spread it around.”
“She’s right,” Jimmy said. “There are no guarantees, but I’d be willing to bet you’ll make as much for a half-hour back there as you made all night out on the stage.”
“I’m sold,” I said. “Did they prefer any of my outfits?”
Jimmy grinned. “Yeah. They liked the girl scout one.”
“Perverts,” I muttered, then grinned back.
I retrieved my costume from the rack, and put it on. It consisted of a tight white blouse, a green vest, and a matching green skirt that came down to mid-thigh, with knee-high white socks below. Underneath was a white bra and thong. Diamond gave me a quick look-over to make sure, and then I was off.
I met Chuck at the entrance to the private room. He was one of the bouncers, and a mountain of redneck. At around six-feet-nine, and probably 300 pounds, most of it muscle, just his presence kept the customers in line. And those who didn’t play by the rules soon found out that Chuck was stronger than he looked.
Chuck introduced me to Jeff, a handsome older man in his forties who was the best man, and the one who arranged this party for the groom. Jeff smiled when he saw me, and his slightly-glazed eyes traveled down and up my body.
“Hey, sexy,” he said, “Glad you could make it. I wanted you because you’re the most beautiful girl here.”
“Thanks, that’s nice of you to say. So, my usual routine is to strip for the entire party, then give the groom a lap dance. And then lap dances for anyone else who wants them. It’s going to be one-hundred for stripping, and forty per lap dance. Is that agreeable?”
He smiled and reached for his wallet. “That’s perfect, baby.” After counting off some twenties, he held them out. “There’s a hundred and eighty, which includes a lap dance for me after you’re done with the groom. Everyone else can pay for themselves.” He gave a short laugh, and gave my body another once-over.
Chuck took the money, counted it, and then put it in his jacket pocket. It was the house policy that the club kept half of all the standard fees, but the girls got to keep all of their tips. Which made everyone happy.
“Which one’s the groom?” I asked.
Jeff looked around the room. “I don’t see him. He might be in the bathroom. I’ll point him out when he comes back.”
I took my place on the small stage in the center of the room, and the crowd of around fifteen began to cheer. They all seemed to be a little tipsy, and I guessed they had started this party elsewhere. Chuck took his place next to the stage, standing with arms folded and a glower on his face, letting them know he wouldn’t abide by any funny business.
The music began, and I started to dance, showing them the sexiest damn Girl Scout they had ever seen. The vest went first, and the buttons of my blouse stretched to their breaking point. From my short experience, I had learned that the keys to this costume were the skirt and socks. The guys loved them, so I always left the skirt for last, and the socks stayed on.
I was unbuttoning my blouse when Jeff appeared beside the stage, with his arm around another guy. He caught my eye and pointed to his friend, mouthing, “This is the groom.”
I gave him a nod and a smile, and finished with my blouse, slowly pulling it off to reveal my lacy bra underneath. I moved to my hands and knees, knowing that the guys in front of me were getting a nice cleavage shot. I proceeded to crawl towards the groom, intending on giving him the best view of all.
It was then I looked up and saw his face for the first time. I stopped, frozen in shock.
It was Jeremy, my former stepfather.
He was staring at me with a goofy grin on his face, and I could tell he was pretty drunk. That, combined with my wig, and it was fairly obvious he hadn’t recognized me.
I didn’t know what to do. The proper course would be to stop the show, and have one of the other girls take my place. But I had a feeling this group wasn’t going to enjoy that, and would be upset if I tried it.
I glanced at my stepfather’s face, and all those old feelings came flooding back – all those times I had so much fun teasing him when we lived together. I also felt a surge of desire flow through me. If he didn’t recognize me, what would the harm be? I could have some more fun with him.
I smiled and continued crawling towards him. As I got close, his eyes focused on my cleavage, staring at my breasts with almost reverential awe. Reaching the edge of the stage, I sat up and pressed my breasts up close to him, inches from his face, giving him an eyeful of my creamy skin.
Normally, my bra would stay on until the next song, but I decided to ad lib, and give him a special treat. With my breasts still in his face, I reached between the cups and undid the center clasp. The satin material loosened, but my breasts didn’t sag in the least, held up by their own youthful buoyancy. I slowly slid the bra out of the way, revealing my rounded, full breasts to his gaze. My rosy upturned nipples swelled and stiffened, as my stepfather’s eyes widened with lust.
It’s not like he hadn’t seen them before. After all the times I dropped my towel in front of him, or came out of my room half naked, you would think he would recognize them. But he just kept staring at them with that glazed expression of lust.
He had never looked at me this way when he was my father. He usually became flustered and turned his eyes away whenever I would pull one of my stunts, and then remind me I was underdressed. But now, there was no reluctance in his gaze, as his eyes hungrily took in the sight of my naked flesh.
It was having an effect on me, and my pussy was getting wet. Smiling, I squeezed my nipples and pulled on them, making them even harder. I had to fight the desire to feed one into his mouth and beg him to suck it.
The guys were going wild, and they got even louder when I stood and gave Jeremy a personal view up my skirt. His eyes bore between my legs, taking in the details of my thong-encased mound.
The next song began, and I moved back to the center of the stage. Swaying my hips to the beat, I reached up under my skirt and pulled down my
panties, letting them slide down my legs to my ankles. I kicked them in Jeremy’s direction, and he reached out and grabbed them, bringing them to his nose and inhaling deeply, much to the delight of his buddies. And to me. I felt a wet burst of pleasure in my pussy as I watched him enjoy my scent.
Chuck wasn’t having it though, and walked over and took my panties off of Jeremy and tossed them back to the middle of the stage, and then gave him a warning I couldn’t make out. But Jeremy just kept smiling and watching me.
As the song continued, I made a big show of giving everyone flashes of my smooth pussy up under my skirt. They were cheering, and began to throw money onto the stage. Most were ones, but I noticed a few fives in there too. I watched as Jeff handed Jeremy a ten, who then grinned and waved it in my direction.
I danced over and knelt in front of him, then pulled down the waistband of my skirt until the top of my pussy cleft peeked out. His eyes locked on my smooth flesh as he gingerly placed the ten dollar bill under the elastic band. When he finished, I moved closer to his face, pulled up the waistband, and then draped the front of my skirt over his head, giving him a personal, close-up view of my hairless slit. When I pulled the skirt off, he looked up at me and licked his lips, sending a shudder of pleasure through me.
A few in the crowd responded by waving tens of their own, and I moved to each one, repeating my actions and giving each their own private show.
The last song began, and I move back to the center, and turned my back on the audience. I bent over slightly, keeping my hips moving to the music, and flipped the back of my skirt up on to my back. The guys cheered again, as they got a view of my pussy under the twin swells of my ass. I bent over further, and moved one hand up between my legs, teasing over my slit with my fingers. Then I began to inch my skirt down, until finally it slid down my thighs and puddled at my feet. Another cheer went up from the guys, and the money continued to rain onto the stage.
I turned back and resumed dancing, letting them see my body in all its glory. I went back over to Jeremy and moved to the floor of the stage in front of him, spreading my legs wide to give him a clear view of my cute little cunt, knowing he could see my inner lips glistening between my slightly parted outer labia. His eyes locked onto my spread pussy, and once again he licked his lips, causing my cunt to spasm in delight.
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