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                       ABOVE AND BEYOND THE CALL OF DUTY

                            (Another Hot Wife Tale)
                                 By J. BOSWELL
 
      A little over a year ago, I graduated from high school and got a job as a
Dentist's Receptionist.  The pay was terrible and I was living at home with my
parents, brown-bagging my lunches and driving a ten year-old car to work.

      Then, one night at aerobics class, a woman, Sheri, approached me about a
part-time job.  She said she loved my looks and the way I moved to the music,
and asked me to consider coming to work for her as a "party strip-o-gram."

      Of course, my immediate reaction was "no way!  What kind of girl do you
think I am?"  But, I thought about it for a few days and talked to her at the
next class.

      Sheri explained that "her girls" told her the type of strip they wanted
to do -- anywhere from stripping down to a modest bikini to going totally nude.
She said the men would drool at my "innocent young girl" looks and my big
boobs, little waist and tight ass.

      The money she offered was too good to be true, as far as I was concerned,
so I agreed to go out with several girls the following weekend to see what it
was all about.

      On Friday night, I accompanied Tricia (a beautiful tall blonde with a
great figure) to two bachelor parties.  At the first, she dressed as a
schoolteacher (glasses, suit, ruler and pad, etc) and stripped naked to the
beat of every rock song that had the words "school" or "teacher" in it.  She
was great, and the men absolutely loved her.  Included in the price of Sheri's
"Strip-o-grams" is a bottle of <cheap> champagne and a one hour "mingle" with
the guests, and we both had a few drinks with the guys.  I was fully clothed,
but Trish was naked except for her high heels and a G-string!

      After the mingle, we went to the second party.  This time, Trish dressed
as a nurse.  Being later in the night, this party was a lot rowdier than the
first, and the guys were all over Trish during the mingle.  I told her when the
hour was up and that it was time to go.  She was sitting on the groom-to-be's
lap and he was sucking on her right breast.  She smiled and told me to go home,
and that she was sure she could bum a ride, later.

      On Saturday night, I went to three birthday parties with Diane.  Diane
was married and had a kid but still looked great. She had a set routine.  She
arrived, got paid, changed, danced (with no touching), stripped to a modest
bikini and left.  Fast, safe and professional.  The only problem was that
Diane, dancing three times, didn't make close to what Trish did dancing twice,
not counting tips.  The difference was what Sheri charged for each girl,
depending on the clothes she left on.

      I thought about it for a week and decided to go to work for Sheri, but
agreed to strip only to the bikini.  If I was forced to confess, I'd have to
admit I did find the thought of taking my clothes off in front of wildly
approving strangers a thrill.

      I spent the evenings of the next week getting my outfits together and
learning the basics for the routines.

      Needless to say, within three months, I agreed to strip naked.  Dancing
and stripping to the bikini in front of a mixed crowd of men and women and then
virtually running to the next party, two or three times a night was crazy and
no fun at all. Getting lost for five minutes could throw all the appointments
off, and there just was no tipping.  I got jealous of the money the two girls
who did strip nude got, compared to what I got.

      Stripping naked in front of strangers is one thing, but I found the
mingle time the hardest to deal with.  Once I decided to go nude, most of my
parties were all male, or almost all male -- bachelor parties, business
meetings, conventions, and some birthday parties, as opposed to mostly all
couples at birthday parties.  Ninety-nine percent of the time, the men were
absolutely great.  During the mingle, I'd slow dance and sit on laps, and if
their hands roamed, I gently moved them away. Usually, this was enough; but,
sometimes, they would be so persistent or rough, that I'd stand up and loudly
tell them to behave.  In the beginning, I always went out with a companion,
usually a guy supplied by Sheri, but since he had to get paid, it cut into my
profit and I soon learned how to handle myself and the clients.

      At my second bachelor party I was offered $100 to stay and "entertain"
the groom-to-be.  I politely refused, but in the last 11 months, I have
occasionally accepted such offers if the money and the crowd looked okay.  I
know what that makes me, but I can live with that for the time being.  The
money's been good enough and I've been busy enough that I have my own apartment
and I'm driving a new Saab Turbo convertible!

      The first time I let myself be bought was at a bachelor party full of
lawyers.  I was shooting pool in only my string of pearls and high heels with
the groom-to-be when my escort, Dan, called me over.  The "Best Man" had
offered Dan a hundred dollars to go home without me, if I was agreeable to
"earning a few big tips."  Dan was an old pro at the escort game, and told me
that if I ever wanted to make big tips, this was the party to do it.

      I told him I had never done anything like that, but the "big money"
sounded good.  He told me that some of the girls gave a flat fee and then took
on all comers at the party, or that some charged for each guy.  He said that if
it was my first time, I might want to charge by the guy, and then I could stop
whenever I wanted to.  I couldn't believe I was talking to a man about the best
method of selling my ass!

      Dan said it was like selling cars, and that I should start high and be
willing to bargain.  After a few more minutes and another drink, I finally
decided to try it.  I told Dan to tell them my price was $100 per guy, cash, up
front, and to our surprise, there was no bargaining!  The guys agreed to that
immediately.

      I made the easiest $600 of my life that night.  The guys chipped in for
the groom-to-be, and then the rest of the wedding party took their turn.  I
even think the father of the bride was debating it, but he didn't.  We went to
a separate room to get it on and all the men behaved like gentlemen, even
though more than a few of the "non-takers" walked by or even stopped at the
door and watched the action.  It was fun and on the way out I told myself that
it would never happen again, but I knew that it would.  And, it has.

      I have also had some very interesting experiences.  About a month ago, I
performed in one of the most complicated set-ups to surprise a groom-to-be.  By
an accident of timing, the groom was hiring a new secretary and was conducting
interviews.  Several of his fellow workers fabricated a resume for me and
scheduled me for an interview, on the Friday before the wedding.  I arrived
dressed in my best suit and acting nervous.

      The office had gone out to lunch, and only about five guys were left, by
the time I got there.  Doug, the groom-to-be, was interviewing me, when his
boss came over and introduced himself. He just sat and listened until I said
the key words, "I'll do anything to get the chance to start a career with this
firm."

      The boss spoke up, right away, "Would you show us your tits?"

      Doug almost died!  He started to say something to his boss, when I stood
up and said, "If that's what it takes."

      The boss smiled and said, "Well, that would be a start."

      I took off my jacket and started to unbutton my blouse. Doug was no
longer protesting!

      As I pulled my blouse off my shoulders, I said, "I'll do even more for
you!"  With that cue, the co-workers just outside the open door hit the "play"
button on my boom box.  I started my routine, and Doug knew that he had been
had, but good!

      I stripped and mingled until co-workers started returning, and wound up
going out to a late lunch with the boss and two of his office-mates.  I had
another appointment later that night, so they had to settle for three expensive
blow-jobs and good-bye kisses in the boss's Lincoln.

      All this is a little background for what happened last weekend.

      I'm good looking, and I put on a good show.  I work as often as I want
to, at least 3 nights a week.  In eleven months, I've become Sheri's best girl,
often being requested by name, recommended by former clients.

      Last weekend, I was specifically requested for a second show (which means
my second, and last, show of the night) at a birthday party in a private home.
This is unusual, because parties in the home seldom request full-nude
strippers, because of the mixed crowd.  Anyway, the bill was pre-paid by credit
card and included a 35 percent tip for me -- a very heavy tip.

      My first show was a bachelor party, and I stripped from my nurse's
uniform to the buff and mingled.  It was a pretty tame bunch of guys, with only
two or three grabbing ass or boobs when they danced with me.

      I was feeling good.  I had had a couple of wine coolers and had been
poked and squeezed enough to be feeling a little warm inside.  When the hour
was over, I went into a bedroom to change and asked the guy who had set the
thing up to come along.

      Here we were.  I'm naked, and this good-looking guy is nervous and all
eyes.  I guess I was a little horny, because I really began teasing him, giving
him great split beaver shots as I put on my garterbelt and nylons, and asking
him how everybody liked my show.  I heard him groan as I bent over to pick up
my bra, and he was looking at my ass and cunt.  I can be such a cockteaser,
sometimes!

      I walked over to him and planted a big kiss on his lips, "I want to thank
you for the nice tip you collected from the guys."

      He wasn't biting.  I saw his wedding band, and his wife would have been
proud of him.  His hands stayed at his side.  I could feel his cock straining
against his slacks, but he remained a gentleman.  More than a little
disappointed, I finished dressing into my cop outfit and left that party a
little frustrated and a lot horny.

      I drove to the house for my next gig.  It was a nice single house in the
suburbs and it looked too quiet for a party to be going on; especially since my
instructions said I was supposed to be a cop coming to the door to quiet
everybody down. Fortunately, as I approached the front door, I could hear the
stereo blasting inside.  I banged loudly on the door.

      A kid about 15 or 16 opens the door, sees the uniform and pops his
eyeballs open.  I'm surprised to see anyone that young at the party and
double-check the name.  The kid says I have the right house, so I walk in
yelling for them to turn the music down.

      My biggest shock was, when I walked into the den, where the party was, it
was only 3 teenaged boys!  I didn't know what to do.  I know there must be a
law or rule somewhere that says we can't strip in front of anyone under 18 or
something, but I've never seen it, and the question never came up with Sheri.
I also know that with the fee and tip I'm making for this party, it's too much
money to simply turn around, leave, and give a refund.

      I asked the kid who opened the door where his parents were.

      "They're out of town, officer.  We'll turn the stereo down."

      I slapped my nightstick in the palm of my hand and nodded at the Coors
cans all over the room, "And what about the beers?  Am I supposed to ignore
three underage boys sucking down beers?"

      "We each just had one, officer, you know, to celebrate my 16th birthday."

      Sixteen!  I knew I was in a spot.  I looked at these three faces, thought
about the money, and then thought "hell, they are only a couple of years
younger than me.  What the hell!"

      I handed the birthday boy, Jeff, my cassette tape, "Put this in the deck
and turn it up."

      He looked curious, but complied.  The music started playing and I went
into my routine, and read the birthday card, just signed "a friend."

      Once the three of them saw what I was doing, they couldn't believe their
luck, and they really got into it.  They were a great audience, loving
everything I did.  When I was down to garterbelt, stocking and heels, I asked
Jeff if he wanted me to take the rest off.  He said "Just like that is
perfect!"

      When the dance was over, I explained I was paid to mingle for an hour,
and that I'd love one of those beers.  Jeff and Mark loved slow dancing with
me, but we couldn't get Ted off the sofa.

      It was pretty sexy being with these young studs, and I was already horny,
so, I teased them at every opportunity.  Pressing into them as we danced,
spreading my legs as I sat down or stood up, etc.  I knew I was acting like a
teenage boy's wet-dream, and I was loving it.

      Finally, it was time to go and I asked Jeff to point out a spare bedroom
and to get my suitcase from the car.  I was combing my hair in a full length
mirror when Jeff knocked and walked in with my case.

      "You were great tonight, Ginny.  I can't tell you how much I enjoyed your
dance."  On and on he blabbed at machine-gun speed.

      I walked over to him and placed my finger against his lips, "Hush, Jeff."
I took my finger away and kissed him, pushing my tongue between his lips and
teeth.  He responded with unbridled passion.

      I pulled his t-shirt up and over his head and arms, baring his smooth,
hard chest.  I unsnapped his jeans, pulled the zipper down and let them fall to
the floor.  Then, I pulled Jeff to the bed and I lay down, reaching up for him.

      My cunt was soaking wet and ready for his hard cock.  He was deep inside
of me in a second, and began humping me.  "Slower, slower, Dear.  We're in no
hurry."

      We settled into a rhythm, and I began to ride up the crest to an orgasm.
I was almost there as I felt Jeff tighten up and fill me with his hot cum.

      "Oh, I'm sorry, Ginny!  I came too fast."

      "It's okay, Jeff.  It really was great while it lasted."  My problem was
that I had almost gotten there, and that left me hotter than ever.  Jeff rolled
off and, for the first time I noticed Mark standing in the open doorway to
Jeff's room.

      "How long have you been standing there?"

      "Uh, um, I just came up to see what was going on."

      I was on Jeff's bed, on my back.  My legs were spread open and I could
feel some of Jeff's warm cum leaking down into the crack of my ass.  I knew
what I looked like to Mark, because he had a lump in his pants worthy of an
adult-video actor.  I threw caution to the wind, and decided to go with the
moment.  It wouldn't be the first time I got it on with more than one guy at a
party!

      I smiled up at Mark, "Why don't you join me, too?"

      It was all the coaxing he needed.  His jeans and underwear were down at
his ankles and his cock was buried up my cunt in two seconds flat!

      This time, I paced Mark to match me, pumping deeper and deeper into my
cunt.  I was soon rising, again, getting to the climax that had been building
all night.  I wrapped my legs around Mark's waist and slammed my hips up at
his.  It worked, and I was soon in a delirious orgasm, lost to the world and
everybody in it.

      When I came back down, Mark was just beginning to cum, and I made it as
good for him as I could.

      I was in a glow.  Jeff had stayed in the room and watched, and was now
sporting another erection.  I smiled at him and said, "I'll take care of that,
but we have to be fair.  You two go downstairs and bring Ted up."

      Ted was reluctant and very shy, but he performed well for a virgin.  He
was just pulling up his jeans when Mark yelled up that Jeff's parents had just
pulled into the garage!

      Jeff and Ted ran downstairs to hide the beer cans and I rolled out of bed
to dress.  The pounding I had received from my three young studs had taken its
toll on me, and I was moving slowly.  I wasn't finished dressing when Jeff
appeared at the door and begged me to stay where I was until he could sneak me
out.

      I sat on the bed listening to voices downstairs, until I heard Jeff say,
"Goodnight, Mom, Dad.  Sorry your plans didn't work out."

      He opened the door with a pained expression on his face, "Sorry, Ginny,
but they're going to be awake for a while."

      I just smiled and shook my head.  As I opened my blouse I said, "Well, no
sense wasting all this time."

      We quietly fucked and sucked each other for hours.  His young stamina was
fantastic.  We quieted down even more when we heard his parents come upstairs
and enter their bedroom across the hall, but we didn't stop.

      I woke up in Jeff's arms around 3:00 a.m.  He was sleeping like a baby
and I really hated leaving him.  What a cute guy he was.  I began to dress,
again, and looked at his naked body in the bed.  Just so he'd know it hadn't
all been a dream, I draped my tiny bra and panties on his cock.

      I snuck downstairs, unlocked the door and snuck back to my car.  I felt
wonderful, and couldn't remember having a more exciting night in my life.  It
was a great time and I don't regret anything I did.

      It even turned out that Jeff wasn't as innocent as I thought he was.
Just before we fell asleep, he told me that he ordered his own strip-o-gram,
using his Dad's credit card!  His Uncle had seen me at a bachelor party and
Jeff heard him telling his father about me.  What a sly fox.

      What a night!

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                           (c) J. BOSWELL, June, 1989

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