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                                   Amateur Night

                                        by

                                   Pamela Lewis

                  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 (atleast not more than you
             could see in my bikini) so I laughed and we changed
             subjects.  It was early on Saturday morning and the strip
             looked gaudy and lifeless in the sunlight.  It needed the
             darkness of the night for its light to come on and bring
             it to life.  All the people were either still home in bed
             or already staking their claims to sections of the beach.
                  Craig and I were staying at a nice place right on
             the beach.  I was a little nervous since this was our
             first weekend together.  We had been only dating about a
             month and a half and were just getting use to each other.
             Sex was just starting to get good as we learned each
             others likes and dislikes.  This weekend was a big step
             for us.  I had been looking forward to it since Craig had
             suggested it two weeks ago.
                  There is something so sensual about the beach...the
             hot sun warming, the pounding of the waves, wearing
             skimpy clothing, the night life of the bars, a strange
             bedroom where you don't have to clean up afterwards.  I
             always over indulge all my appetites at the beach.  I eat
             too much, drink too much...
                  We arrived at the hotel and checked in.  Our room
             was high up in the hotel, overlooking the beach.  As
             Craig set the bags in the room, I opened the sliding
             glass door to the balcony and stepped out.  It was going
             be a beautiful sunny day.  I couldn't wait to sit out on
             the beach.  Craig disappeared into the bathroom and I
             swiftly changed into my bikini.  It was a white strapless
             number cut high on the sides that really set off my tan
             and dark hair well.
                  Craig exited the bathroom as I was collecting my
             things for the beach (lotion, towel, glasses, book, etc).
             He let out a wolf whistle and I just laughed.
                  "That's worth the three hour drive alone!" , he
             said.  He came up behind me as I continued to pack my
             things for the beach.  His hands encircled my waist and I
             leaned back against him.  The beach would still be there
             in another hour (or two?).  His hands slid under the top
             and pulled it over my breasts.  Both hands took a breast
             and started to fondle them.  I purred.  For two minutes
             we just stood there, him slowly fondling my breasts and
             me leaning back against him.  I could feel his bulge
            staring to grow against my backside.  He was kissing my
             neck, and finally I turned around so that I could return
             his kiss.
                  "You definitely have too many clothes on for the
             beach", I said.  "How do you ever expect to get a tan
             like that?"  I started unbuttoning his shirt.  He just
             stood there with his hands on my breasts while I
             unbuttoned his shirt and pants.  I lowered his pants and
             he still did not make any move to let go of my nipples,
             which he was rolling between his fingers.  "If I don't
             get some help, we'll never get you undressed" I told him.
             He reluctantly let go and I pulled the shirt off his
             shoulders and helped him step out of his pants.
                  We hugged, his hairy chest against my bare chest,
             and walked to the bed embracing.  Craig fell back onto
             the bed with me on top.  His hand entered the back of my
             bikini bottom and I lifted momentarily to allow him to
             remove the them.  I reached down and pulled his jockey
             shorts down and off his legs.  We kissed again as his
             hands went over my bottom and I reached for his cock.
                  He gasped into my ear, "Sit on my face."  Not an
             invitation he would have to repeat twice, one of my
             favorite things is to be on top of a man's face, it gives
             me such a feeling of control and power.  I 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 orgasm
             and built to a large one.  After I came back down, I
             rolled off his face (he did need to breath) and curled up
             by his side.  His face was covered by my juices as he
             held me close.
                  Craig got up from the bed and walked to the balcony.
             He closed the door and turned the air conditioner on
             high.  "You are just to hot to handle", he joked.  "We
             have a nice view of the ocean from here.  I hope we get
             to see it eventually up close."  I could see that he
             needed relief from more than the heat.  I got out of the
             bed and joined him in front of the sliding glass door.  I
             put my arm around him and looked out at the ocean.  I
             bent down and took his cock in my mouth.  After a couple
             of licks, I dropped to my knees and started to take him
             into my mouth.  His hands reached into my hair.  After a
             few minutes, Craig said, "I didn't work you up and get
             you all wet for nothing.  I want to take you right here
             on the carpet, where we can both look out at the ocean."
             I knew that this was Craig's way of being nice to me.  He
             knows that I don't like to suck cock to completion.  I
             just have never developed a taste for sperm.  I moved
             forward on my hands and knees to the edge of the glass.
             Craig dropped to his knees and slid his cock into me from
             behind.  He leaned forward over my back and I could feel
             his breath on the back of my neck.  He thrust and I tried
             to match his rhythm.  He had been denied too long, and
             the pace quickly picked up.  Each thrust, I would open my
             eyes out onto the ocean.  When he would withdraw,  I
             would close them again and back up trying to keep him
             inside.  Soon, we both were reaching a crescendo.
                  Coming back to our senses, I shakily got up and
             returned to the bed.  I picked up my discarded swimsuit.
             A quiet afternoon on the beach was a perfect
             prescription.  I started to head to the shower but Craig
             stopped me, "Let's go down now."
                  "But I need to clean up first", I replied.
                  "But you look beautiful with that just fucked look.
             All the men will be so jealous of me.  Besides, we can
             let the ocean clean us."  Craig reached into his bag and
             pulled out his swim trunks.  He looked worse then I did,
             with my dried juices still on visible on his face.  I
             quickly slipped back into my bikini and brushed my hair.
             We grabbed our things and headed for the elevator.  In
             the elevator, I could still smell our sex in the confined
             area.  Part way down, the elevator stopped and a middle-
             aged couple joined us.  The men kept sniffing around, not
             quite able to place the smell.  When we got off, we both
             broke into laughter.
                  Reaching the beach, we set our towels and things
             down.  The beach was already crowded and we ended up
             fairly far up it before finding a suitable spot.  I
             noticed more than one male's head turn (and a couple
             female's as well) as we walked down the beach.  Craig and
             I both ran into the ocean and splashed around.  We swam
             out a little bit and rode a couple waves back in.  I got
             out and toweled myself off and Craig wasn't far behind
             me.  He helped rub the suntan lotion into my body and
             then I returned the favor.  We 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
             a.m., we were still going strong.  The dancing and the
             drinks were making me hot, so I did not object when Craig
             suggested a moonlit walk on the beach.  It was quite
             bright out that night,being near the full moon.  We
             walked arm in arm.  We could see that we weren't the only
             ones with that idea as there were other couples walking
             down the beach.  Craig suggested skinny dipping and I
             punched him (lightly) in the stomach.  I was slightly
             drunk but I wasn't that drunk.
                  Instead we headed for a sand dune.  But once again,
             we had not been alone in the thought.  We heard moaning
             coming from behind some brush.  Craig put his hand over
             my mouth before I could speak and guided me down onto the
             sand.  We crawled to the rise of the dune and looked
             over.  There was a couple in the middle of the act.  She
             was on her back in the sand with her legs spread, he was
             in between them pumping furiously away.  They were not
             far from the point of no return.  She was a cute blond
             who was very young.  She had her dress hiked up to her
             waist.  Her blouse was open and her bra and panties
             rested on the sand next to them.  He was tall, very young
             too, and had a medium size cock.  He had his pants and
             shorts pulled down to his knees and was busy pumping her
             and grabbing her breasts.  She was the one we had heard
             moaning as she continued to "ohh" and "ahh".  Craig had
             lain down next to me and his hand reached into my blouse
             (I hadn't worn a bra that evening).  I was getting quite
             flushed, watching their illicit act.  The boy's groan
             joined the girl's and with one final thrust he came to
             rest upon her.  Craig had unbuttoned my shirt most the
             way down and was working on my pants.  His hand slid into
             my panties and he could tell how excited I was.  I could
             feel him rubbing his bulge against my leg and knew that
             the show had affected him too.  The girl buttoned up her
             blouse and pulled on her panties as the boy pulled his
             pants back on.  She did not bother to replace the
             brassiere, instead slid it into a small bag that was off
             to her side.  They rose and walked off hand in hand.
                  Craig said, "I want you now, right there!"  We slid
             down the dune from our vantage point and took the spot so
             recently vacated.  I lowered my pants and removed my
             already unbuttoned blouse.  Jack had dropped his pants
             and was raising his shirt over his head.  I pressed my
             body against him and our mouths joined as the shirt
             cleared his head.  I pushed him down to the ground on the
             exact spot the couple had lain.  There was no need for
             preliminaries.  I was already soaking.  I grabbed his
             dick and guided it straight into my pussy.  I like being
             on top (especially when it means not getting sand all
             over myself) and was soon riding away.  I tried to keep
             our volume down, considering the noise that had attracted
             us in the first place, but Craig was being no help,
             repeating "Oh yeah" over and over.We did not last long
             and soon I collapsed on top of Craig, both of us spent.
                  Craig whispered in my ear, "I think we have company
             too!"  I heard giggling and looked up the dune.  A couple
             of young (early teens) boys were up there getting an
             eyeful.  I blushed deeply and quickly grabbed my blouse
             and slacks.  I dressed quickly, forgoing my panties as
             they had disappeared in the sand.  Craig dressed and
             tried to comfort me.  The young boys had scurried away,
             realizing they had been found out.  By the time we had
             walked back to the car, I was not really upset about
             having put on a show.  The more I thought of it, the more
             I thought how I had enjoyed the show put on for us.  We
             returned to our room.  After a quick shower, we fell into
             a blissful sleep.
                  I woke Sunday morning to a glorious feeling.  Craig
             was between 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 had stimulation all night,
             now it was my turn." he replied.
                  "I don't want to go in there,  I want to go back to
             the room." I whined.
                  "Why do you want to go back there when the night is
             still young?", he teased.  He wanted me to say it.
                  "I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard and often NOW!"
             I answered.
                  "But what about me?  You've had all night to get hot
             and bothered and I want to have a little fun now." he
             said.
                  "I'll do anything you want as long as you take me
             back to the room NOW!" I was running out of patience.
                  "Anything?" he teased.
                  "Anything!" I replied.
                  "Okay, but I want you to do something special for
             me." he gave me an evil grin.  I was to hot to notice and
             just nodded my head.  He started the car and headed back
             to the hotel.  "I want you to help me live out a fantasy.
             I want you to enter that amateur contest tomorrow night."
             he said.  I was almost shocked back to reality.  But I
             decided to promise him anything, whether I would actually
             do anything was another story.  His hand had once again
             slid up my dress and was stroking me.
                  "Okay, I'll do it, just give me relief." I told him.
             He picked up the pace a bit and I finally came.  But he
             kept working his finger in and out.
                  When we arrived back at the hotel, I was ready to
             come again.  He pulled his hand out though.  We walked to
             the elevator.  I could see a stain on the front of my
             dress.  I couldn't believe how hot and bothered I was,
             especially after having had so much sex that weekend.
             Luckily, we didn't run into anyone.  When we entered the
             elevator, Craig pulled his zipper down and ordered me to
             suck him.  I obediently dropped to my knees and pulled
             his cock out.  I engulfed the head with my mouth,
             unconcerned that it was a glass elevator (the glass was
             smoked so it was unlikely anyone could have seen anything
             anyway).  Craig may have talked a good game, but he was
             not totally unaffected by our night out.  He was rock
             hard.  When we reached our floor, we quickly ran to the
             room (Craig didn't even zip back up).
                  Craig was all over me as soon as the door closed.
             We didn't even remove our clothing.  I just hiked my
             skirt and Craig later untied my halter to get access to
             my breasts.  Craig dropped his pants and undershorts to
             the floor and pulled me down to the carpet.  He entered
             me hurriedly, as I raises my legs over his head onto his
             back.  This was exactly what I needed.  He pumped
             furiously into me.  It reminded me of he couple we had
             witinessed 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, its a
             long walk home" he kidded (atleast 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 tonights 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 ben 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 alright.  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.
                  "Your's 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 velcros so it can adjust
             to most any size.  It also makes it easier to take off."
             Shelly said demonstrating how both sizes could be release
             in the air.  "What size bust are you?" she asked.
                  "34C" I replied.
                  She opened another drawer and started searching
             through bras.  She finally pulled a white one out and
             handed it to me.  "It hooks in the front to make it
             easier.  Now change into this and we'll find something to
             go over it."  I started taking my clothes off.  "When you
             get out there, make sure you smile.  Dance all you want
             and have fun with it.  The crowd picks the winner and
             they can tell if you are just going through the motions.
             Make sure you are at the back of the stage when you take
             anything off.  That way you can throw back to side and it
             won't disappear into the crowd.  Anything you throw to
             the crowd, Gene will make you pay for.  Also, be careful
             you don't get to close to the edge.  We once had a girl
             who fell into the crowd.  Not a pretty sight."
                  I had taken off my blouse and bra and was about to
             put the white bra she had picked out for me on.  "Hang on
             one minute.  A little lip gloss well help highlight your
             nipples."  Shelly handed my a jar from one of the tables.
             I stood in front of a mirror and applied some brown gloss
             to each nipple.  "Let me help you with the bra.  If you
             don't get it on right, it'll rub the gloss all over and
             they would look worse".  She helped line the lacy, semi
             sheer bra up as I put it on.  "Now you are not allowed to
             let anyone touch out there.  We'd lose our liquor
             license."  I was actually relieved to hear that.  I had
             taken my shoes off and was removing my jeans.  I had
             piled the clothes on an empty spot on the dressing table.
                  "You'll have about five minutes so don't go too
             slowly.  But don't take it all off too quickly either.  I
             can't teach you pacing in time but we will have someone
             in the wings who will yell out the time remaining in
             minutes.  Don't count on be able to hear them though.  If
             you are doing it right, the crowd will drown her out."  I
             had slid the g-string on and had adjusted the belt.  I
             slid the white stockings up my legs and connected them.
                  "Stick to the basics.  Don't try anything fancy.
             I'd leave the stockings and garter belt on.  Some girls
             try to take them off too, but it takes up too much time
             and it takes practice to make it look graceful."  I stood
             up.
                  "Okay, lets 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.  Lets 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 Elizbeth.  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 your going on
             last.  After your 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.
             Your 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 (velcros 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 signalled 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 microphoned voice said.  The
             crowd cheered as Lisa took a bow.  The stage lights went
             out and she quickly retrieved her clothes from the stage
             and headed for us.
                  "Great show!" Teri said as Lisa came backstage.
             Lisa took her robe from a hook behind us and put it on.
                  "Thanks, they're ready tonight." she replied.
                  "Hand your robe up and get ready, they are about to
             announce you." Teri told me.  I put the robe on the hook.
                  "Good Luck." Lisa said as she headed back down the
             hall.
                  "Go get them", Teri said as she gave me a small
             boost out on the still dark stage.    I stepped to the
             center.  The moment of truth had arrived.
                  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.  The I
             reached down and unbuttoned the bottom button.  I
             alternated between top and bottom until only one was
             left.  "Four Minutes!", I heard Teri in the wings.  I
             teased the men by alternately opening the bottom and then
             the top of the nightshirt.  They could just get glimpses
             of the white underwear beneath.  I unbuttoned the last
             button and pulled the shirt open.  The men cheered.  I
             danced the length of the runway with the shirt wide open
             and returned to the back of the stage and deposited it on
             the floor.  I was beginning to really get into it.  The
             men cheering and screaming was feeding my ego.  I decided
             it was time to be bold.
                  As I danced down the runway again, I could barely
             hear Teri shout the three minute warning.  I decided to
             forgo Shelly's advice on taking my clothes off at the
             back part of the stage.  In the middle of the runway.  I
             reached to the front of the white, lacy, push-up bra and
             unhooked it.  I held the cups in place as I let the
             straps fall down my arms.  I released the right cup and
             pulled the bra completely off, exposing my breasts.  The
             men were cheering loudly.  I looked in their faces and
             could see their smiles and leers.  Surprisingly, 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 th wings, I could see
             that the other girls had joined Teri.  Shelly was there,
             having changed into a black dress.  There was no sign of
             Ellen though.  I turned and faced the crowd, swaying my
             hips.  I ran my hands under my breasts and pushed them up
             towards the crowd.
                  Heading back down the runway, I heard Teri shout
             "Two minutes!"  In the middle of the runway, I reached to
             both sides of my hips for the velcros fasteners on the g-
             string.  I pulled, being careful to keep the cloth in
             front of me blocking their view.  The string fell off my
             back and I turned, shaking my naked bottom to all the
             men.  I then pulled the g-string high in the air,
             exposing everything to the world.  The men were cheering
             more loudly than before.  I danced and gyrated down the
             runway, waving the g-string wildly overhead.  I returned
             to the back of the stage and threw the g-string with the
             rest of the discarded clothes.  I put my arms behind my
             head and danced down the runway once more.  I could feel
             my pussy juicing and wondered whether that was visible to
             the men.  I did not have to wonder about my chest though,
             as the nipples were quite obviously erect.
                  As I was dancing back up the runway to the stage,
             the music came to an end.  I guess the crowd had drowned
             out Teri's one minute warning.  I walked back to the
             stage quickly.  "The pretty Pamela!  What a show!  Let's
             give her a big round of applause." the announcer said.  I
             turned away from the men and bowed, showing off my
             bottom, then I turned and bowed facing them.  The were
             clapping and shouting.
                  The lights went out and I bent over and picked up
             the clothes.  I walked to the wings where all the girls
             were waiting in their robes.
                  "Great show!" Teri said.
                  "Yeah, you were hot!", Lisa added.
                  "Super!", Karen said.
                  Elizabeth gave me a dirty look.  Shelly came up and
             hugged me, "You did great, are you sure you have never
             done this before?"  It felt funny to be hugged by a woman
             while I was still naked and I didn't want them to see how
             excited I was.  Her dress felt good against my bare
             breasts though.  I reached down through the clothes and
             pulled out the g-string.  I quickly guided it between my
             legs and fastened it on my sides.  Shelly handed me the
             robe.  The stage lights came back on.
                  "We've got the results, now if the ladies will just
             return, we can crown our winner." the announcer said to
             the room.  All four of us filed out back onto the stage.
             I was the last one out.  The crowd cheered loudly.  "Our
             lovely contestants folks!  Contestant number one,
             Elizabeth!"  She dropped the robe and stepped forward to
             the cheers of the crowd.  So much for just opening her
             robe as Shelly had explained to me.  She took a couple of
             bows and fondled her breasts.  She had small but firm
             breasts topped with dark brown nipples.  "Contestant
             number two, Karen!" Karen, not to be outdone by
             Elizabeth, dropped her robe to the floor and stepped
             forward to the delight of the crowd.  Her breasts were
             larger and she had larger pink nipples.  She shook her
             breasts to the men's applause.  Karen's body was
             extremely tight and she looked like she must work out a
             great deal.  "Contestant number four, Lisa!"  (I guess
             they were not going to make any mention of Ellen) Lisa
             dropped her robe too.  She definitely had the biggest
             breasts of the group (I think mine might have come in
             second, but Karen's were awfully close).  She took her
             bows and returned to the line.  I started untying my
             robe.  "And contestant number five, Pamela!"  I stepped
             forward and ran my hands up my breasts as though to
             present them to the men.  I took a couple of bows and
             stepped back into the line.  I had really enjoyed the
             men's enthusiastic response.
                  "I know with such beautiful contestants, its hard
             for tonights judges to make a choice.  All these women
             are winners and will receive prizes.  But we are now
             ready to announce the winners.  Our first runner up,
             winner of a gift certificate for a new swim suit from
             "The Teenie Weenie Bikini Shop", and a cash prize of one
             hundred dollars is.." the announcer paused to build up
             anticipation "Pamela!"
                  I couldn't believe it.  I had come in second!  The
             men cheered and Lisa reached over and hugged me, her bare
             chest rubbing against mine.  Shelly had come out of the
             wings put a sash over me.  She hugged me and gave me a
             kiss on the cheek.
                  "Congratulations!"  She handed me the gift
             certificate, a one hundred dollar bill, and a small batch
             of flowers.  "Walk down the runway and wave", Shelly told
             me.
                  I took the flowers in my hand and walked down,
             waving to the cheering men.  It might not be the Miss
             America pageant, but I felt proud.
                  As I returned to the line the announcer said,  "And
             tonights winner of the grand prize, a gift certificate
             for a new swim suit from "The Teenie 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.  The she hugged Karen.  Shelly
             placed a sash on her and handed her flowers and the
             money.  They hugged too.  Shelly signaled to us to file
             off the stage so I led the way to the wings.  Teri
             congratulated me as Karen and I joined her in the wings.
             Elizabeth stormed off down the hall.  I guess she was a
             bad loser.  Shelly came back stage as the music started
             again.  She had Lisa's flowers and money.  You can't
             dance to well holding on to things.
                  Lisa was already dancing on stage.  We watched her
             move.  Since all she had on were 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, lets 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 velcros 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 alot 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 velcros 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 to
             carried away with an audience.  I agreed.  We work out a
             little bit of a routine and then Shelly returned.  She
             told us that the regular shows were usually longer than
             five minutes, and that she had arranged for us to have
             more time.
                  We walked out to the wings.  I was more excited than
             nervous, having already been out on the stage once.  I
             felt I knew what to expect and was looking forward to
             going out there again.  Teri was on stage, completely
             naked.  The music ended and the crowd applauded.  She
             took a couple quick bows and stage lights were
             extinguished.
                  I followed Karen on stage as Teri came off with her
             leather outfit in her hands.
                  "We have a special treat for you tonight.  A couple
             of the ladies from our contest tonight have agreed to do
             an encore.  Now to help boost your team spirit, Karen and
             Pamela!" the announcer boomed.
                  The lights came up and a drum roll started.  Instead
             of the usual rock & roll music, Shelly had arranged for
             some college fight songs.  Karen and I marched to the
             middle of the runway.  We dig a few jumps and kicks.  The
             men were cheering.  We kicked high so they could see the
             panties under the skirts.  We shook are pom-poms and are
             chests to the music.  I leaned forward and Karen lifted
             my skirt so the men could see my pantie covered bottom.
             She then did the same and I lifted her skirt.  We linked
             arms and did some high kicks.  We threw the pom-poms to
             the back of the stage.
                  Karen stepped behind me and her hands came around
             me.  She slid her hands across my stomach and up toward
             my breasts.  The she slid them back down and took the
             bottom of my sweater.  I raised my hands straight in the
             air.  She slowly slid the sweater up, her hands grazing
             against my bared skin.  She pulled it over my head and
             threw at the back of the stage.  I started to lower my
             arms but she told me to leave them up.  Her hands came
             back to my belly.  She slid them slowly up until they
             were resting on the half cups of the red bra.  Her
             fingers slid up and pinched each nipple.  The room had
             gotten suddenly quiet.  The men were staring, most of
             them open mouthed, as she fondled my breasts on stage.  I
             saw Craig.  He was sitting there, open mouthed, obviously
             amazed and excited by what we were doing.
                  I lowered my arms and Karen stood back.  I could see
             the lust in her eyes. She looked like she had completely
             forgotten she was onstage in front of a roomful of men.
             I was about to repeat what she had done to me but Karen
             reached out and pulled me to her in a hug.  Our lips met.
             Her tongue entered my mouth.  Her hands reached up for my
             breasts .  I reached down and pulled her sweater up.  We
             had to break the kiss as I pulled it over her head.
                  I whispered, "Don't forget we are not alone."  That
             seemed to break her out of her trance.  She released my
             breasts and stood back.
                  She went to one side of the runway as I went to the
             other, letting the men see our near naked chests.  As we
             passed in the middle, Karen's hand reached out and
             grabbed my skirt.  The velcros 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 rehung 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 a sexy teddie that I had packed to impress
             Craig with.  I wondered if it would still excite him
             after having seen me in worse on stage.
                  Craig whistled approvingly as I emerged from the
             bathroom.  I told him that I wanted to hear his side of
             the story first as I joined him in the bed.
                  "Okay, the first dancer, what was her name?"
                  "Elizabeth", I supplied him.
                  "Yeah, she came out all dressed in pink.  She kept
             moving so you never really got a good look at her.  She
             had a bald pussy though!  I thought that was really
             exciting.  Then your friend Karen came out.  All decked
             out in a see through red nightie.  She had matching
             underwear and a garter belt and stockings.  She was
             tight.  She started out a bit slow.  She looked a little
             nervous.  Once she took her panties off, the music
             stopped and she was gone.  It didn't give us much time to
             look."
                  I had begun to run my hand up and down his cock
             lightly and it was responding.  His hand was
             absentmindedly stroking my pussy slowly.
                  "Then 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
             belive you were up there with another women, dressed like
             a cheerleader.  I thought maybe I had too much to drink.
             I shook my head but you two were still both up there.
             Then you started going at each other.  I don't think
             anyone ordered any drinks once she started pawing you.  I
             noticed alot 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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