Susie shivered with excitement. Tonight was her big chance withSam. Susie had wanted to go out with the husky jock ever sincehe had transferred to Hoover High. After weeks of paradingaround during cheerleader practice, throwing her sexiest looks athim, he had finally asked her for a date.
And tonight was the night! Susie wondered what to wear. Afterall, Sam hadn't said where they were going or what they weregoing to do. Better to plan for the best. She laid out her newclingy red crepe dress. "Better not wear a bra; he might thinkI'm old-fashioned. And instead of pantyhose, I'll wear a G-string and garter belt with stockings. Just in case things get alittle steamy." She smiled broadly at the thought.
She admired her trim 38-24-35 form in the full-length mirror. Her girlfriends on the cheerleading squad always marveled at thebounciness of her boobs. She held them, and gave her nipples aquick squeeze. Mmm, that felt good. Then she turned herattention to her hair. Her shoulder-length hair was dark brown,with subtle curls. She tossed her head experimentally, to judgethe effect. It was OK, no touchups necessary. Now for the rest. She kept her pubic hair trimmed short because of the white bikinithat she had bought at the beginning of summer. One can't havestray hairs peeking out the sides. Unless that's what one wants,eh? She dressed, knowing that she was a knockout, as always.
When Sam showed up, she was surprised by his clothes. He waswearing blue jeans and a torn tee-shirt with a beat-up leatherjacket tossed over one shoulder. His clothes looked like MarlonBrando's in "The Wild One." "Looks like I'm a little over-dressed" she said.
"Looks great on you" said Sam. "Strange, his eyes look dilated"Susie thought.
"I'll only take a minute to change."
Sam leered a little. "No, don't. I like your outfit. Let's go."
"OK with me" thought Susie.
Instead of the night of dancing and dinner Susie had anticipated,Sam took her on a long drive that ended at a sleazy-lookingroadhouse bar in Trevor, some 30 miles away. The roof sagged atthe far end, and the quality of the cars parked outside bespokethe poverty of the patrons. Susie was mildly scared, but withSam there she was much reassured. After all, what could gowrong?
Inside, the atmosphere was dark and smoky. A slightly overweightstripper gyrated on a low stage at the far end of the room, cladonly in a g-string and boots. Her flabby belly flopped in timeto the music, while her tiny tits were shiny with sweat. "God,I'm glad I don't look like that!"
Sam ambled up to the bar and grabbed a stool. Susie wassurprised again, as Sam merely sat. "The jerk! Why doesn't heact a little more like a gentleman?" She sat on the stool nextto him.
"What'll it be?" asked the bartender.
"Beer for me." said Sam.
The bartender looked Susie appraisingly up and down. "You herefor the contest girlie?"
"What contest was he talking about?" she thought. "No, I'd likea rum and coke, please."
After the bartender had left, Susie asked Sam about the contest. He told her that every Saturday night, this bar had an amateurstrip contest, and that the grand prize was $100. "Big deal, ahundred bucks. I spend more than that every time I go to themall."
Sam turned and gave her a look of fury. "Maybe that's what'swrong with you; you're spoiled rotten! I'll bet you don't havethe nerve to go up there and strip!" he snapped.
"I wouldn't if I were dying of hunger and this was the lasthamburger joint on earth! I have my reputation to think of." Susie was hot with anger. Even the tired girls at the tablesaround the room turned around at that comment.
She grabbed her drink and gulped it down, nervously. Her handwas shaking a little. "Another one bartender." she said a littleunevenly. He served it up, and she drank half of it in a gulp.
Sam was looking at her, expectantly. "What are you looking at?",Susie said.
"I'm looking at the most beautiful girl in the room. It's ashame that she doesn't care enough to do a little thing for heradmirers."
Susie could recognize a come-on when she heard it, but herthinking was a little fuzzy at this point. "He still is kind ofcute. Maybe he's not all that wrong."
Susie looked him straight in the eye. "What's your propositionSam?" She toyed with her empty glass, and then signalled thebartender with a shallow flick of her head.
"I can't tell you right now, but if you go along with me, I'llmake it worth your while." he said. His eyes twinkled, and Susietook this as a good sign.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked coyly.
Sam snorted, "What do you think? I want you to go up on thatstage and strut your stuff like you do when you're cheerleading. You can win the contest easily."
The bartender brought her refill then. She took the time tothink. "Well, it is $100, and nobody here would ever get over toHoover. What the hell?"
"I'll do it." she said.
"Good."
She had three more drinks to loosen up as the night wound slowlyon, and when the contest was about to begin, there were severalnew faces in the crowd. A few other women had shown up, and theyweren't all as ugly as the strippers on the stage.
The bouncer got up on stage as the last stripped flounced off. He began to warm up the crowd for the contest. Then he askedthat all the contestants line up at the end of the bar. A few ofthe girls were asked to leave, but not Susie. The bouncer lookedher over and grinned at her. "You'll do nicely." he said. Whenhe was done, there were only 6 contestants left standing.
The girls drew numbers from a hat to decide the order in whichthey'd perform. Susie drew 6th place. "Not bad, I just hopethat the one in front of me is bad." Susie had gone throughinnumerable tryouts for cheerleading over the years, and thisseemed little different. She wished that her head would clear,though.
The rules were simple. You had one song, about 3 minutes toexcite the audience. The girl who got the most applause was thewinner.
The first amateur stripper was young and slim, with dishwaterblond hair. She wore jeans and a tank top that showed her hardlittle nipples. As the music started, she walked around thestage, dancing a little and rubbing the sides of her breasts. She didn't waste much time, pulling the jeans off over her high-heels and strutting around the stage in the tank top and briefs. After a moment, she pulled off the tank top, and rubbed hersmallish boobs. She spun around and pulled her briefs down,thrusting her ass out seductively. As the song ended, she turnedaround, showing her body completely nude. The audience applaudedsparsely. "I can do better than that." thought Susie.
The second contestant was more mature. She looked to be in herlate thirties. She was well-fleshed and tan. Her routine waspolished. She glided from one end of the small stage to theother, taking off her clothing at a steady clip. When she wasdown to her bra and panties, she turned her back to the crowd. She unfastened her bra with a flourish, but trapped the straps byholding her arms tight against her ribs. Then she turned aroundto face the audience, her hips twitching in a figure-eightpattern in time to the beat of the music. She laid her right armacross the lower edge of the bra, pushing in against her largetits to cause the upper slopes to spill out the top, as well asto pinion the bra against her torso. Then she slipped the leftstrap slowly off her shoulder, and then slowly withdrew her armfrom within the loose loop of fabric. She switched arms at thispoint, replacing the right arm with the left in it's job ofkeeping the bra on her chest. Then she slipped the rightshoulder strap off in similar fashion. Once both of her armswere free, she cupped her breasts through the material of thebra, pinching the nipples and wearing a slight grin. She slowlyleaned over, emphasizing the cleavage and sheer swell of the topsof her breasts. They were obviously her best feature. Sheslowly straightened up and removed her hands from the bra. Itstayed on, as if attached with adhesive. The straps hung downlimply from the sides, and when she shimmied slowly, they whippedfrom side to side. She increased the shimmy, and the bra beganto slide off. Finally, it came free, dropping to the floor withlittle preamble. The crowd roared, because her tits wereperfectly round, with triangular tan lines illustrating thebriefness of her bikini. She didn't stop shimmying; instead sheredoubled her efforts. She slipped her panties down slowly asshe continued to shake her tits. When she was done, the crowdhooted in appreciation.
"My tits are at least that nice. I'll have to work pretty hardto beat her routine, though." mused Susie.
The third contestant chickened out as soon as she got up onstage. She fled sobbing into the lady's room.
The next was a young girl. She started by removing all herclothes on the side of the stage except for a sequined g-string. She did her whole song clad like that. Her routine consisted ofacrobatics and gymnastics. The crowd was uninterested.
Susie thought, "All I have to do is to take off my clothes andshake my tits, show a little of my trimmed little bush and thisplace will go up for grabs." She drained the last of her drink,and waited for the fifth contestant.
This one was in her twenties, and was a looker. Her waist-lengthash blond hair fell in straight cascades over her shoulders, andher body was easily the equal of Susie's. "I hope she falls onher butt." thought Susie.
But instead, she grinned at the audience, and bared her amplechest by ripping the bodice that she wore a' la Hulk Hogan. Sherubbed her breasts and teased the men by tweaking her nipples. They erected to the size of pencil erasers, and she made a small"oh" as if she had a mini-orgasm.
She shrugged out of the now-ruined shirt, and spun in tightcircles. The long skirt she wore rose up and up, showing herlong legs. She began to walk the edge of the stage, lifting theskirt until her g-string showed to every man there. The crowdhowled.
Then she removed the skirt, dropped it on the floor, and laiddown on it at the edge of the stage. Her hips gyrated insimulated masturbation. Then she began in earnest, by slidingthe g-string down imperceptibly, and reaching in with herfingertips. You could see the material move in an up-and-downmotion. The crowd watched expectantly, as the woman masturbatedwith one hand and pinched her nipples with the other. Her moansof pleasure were heard even over the pounding beat of the music.
And then the music was over, and she began to come loudly in thesilence that followed. Her cries echoed off the walls in thesmall bar. At last, she looked up and embarrassedly ran offstage to thunderous applause.
Susie was tempted to throw in the towel at that point, becauseshe had little or no hope of topping that last performance. Butsomething in her wouldn't let her quit.
So she took to the stage. The song she had chosen was "FreewayJam" by Jeff Beck. She hoped it was enough.
Waiting for the music to queue up, she looked out at the crowd. "Shit, there must be a hundred guys in here. They're all waitingto see me take my clothes off." The thought excited her, and ashiver ran through her body.
The music started with a guitar riff, and she walked quicklyaround the stage, grinning at the men at the edge. She had seenthe last contestant do that, and it seemed to make them claplouder. Someone in the back of the bar was chanting "Take itoff! Take it off!"
She began by turning her back to the audience, and unzipping thetight dress. The zipper wound down into the crack of her ass asshe swung her butt from side to side in time with the music. Someone yelled "No bra!", as if it were some kind of cheer.
She turned to face the crowd, and with her hands on her chest,slid the dress down until the tops of her breasts were visible. She rubbed her big boobs and pinched her nipples through thefabric. They responded instantly, and a warm feeling spread fromher nipples down to her crotch.
She turned around again, and slid the dress down until her asswas totally visible through the split halves. She reached downone-handed and rubbed the smooth globe of her ass cheek. Thenshe gave it a sharp slap. The red imprint of her hand stood outin high relief on her butt. She dropped the dress.
Then she began to dance, as she slowly undid the clips holding upher stockings. She paused and slid the right stocking off, thenthe left stocking hit the floor too. She put her high heel backon, since they did such nice things (visually) to her calves.
She dropped the garter belt, too, since it's function was nowgone. She was hot; a sheen of sweat covered the cleavage betweenher breasts. Her nipples were erect as a cool breeze from anopen door chilled them briefly. As she danced around the stage,she reflected on her performance.
She judged that the applause wasn't nearly as loud as the laststripper's had been. She needed something to supercharge herroutine.
She had about 45 seconds of music left. She laid down on thefloor parallel to the edge of the stage. She arched her back andremoved the g-string completely. "Well, here goes." she thought.
She began to masturbate in time to the music. At first, sherubbed her clit just to get things going. Then she spread hercuntlips with one hand as she plunged two fingers in and out ofher hole. It felt so good.
The men were craning their necks to see what she was doing, andshe began to turn slowly to face them. As she rolled on herside, she slowly raised her leg until it was pointed straight upin the air. She held her leg up with one arm. She spread hercuntlips further and further apart, while swiveling her hips in acircle. Her cunt gaped wide open to the crowd. The music wascoming to a close, and as a finale, she slid a quarter turn untilher snatch faced the audience squarely, and lifted her legs in awide "V" shape. Then, as the last bars of music faded away, shegrabbed both of her nipples between her thumb and forefingers andlifted, pulling her nipples and breasts up in the air. There sherolled the buds until an orgasm began to spread throughout hercunt. She moaned and lifted her hips, wishing for a hard cock tofill her empty hole. Waves of orgasm swept over her, blankingher mind to the crowd's cheers.
When she came to, she was still laying on the stage. Her legswere rubbery, and when she stood, she swayed drunkenly. Theannouncer gave her the hundred, saying that there was a clearwinner. After she had stumbled off stage, several men walkedtoward her. She fled to the safety of the ladies john.
She dressed in mortified silence. "Did I really do that? Did Ireally masturbate, and have an orgasm in front of a crowd ofmen?" She shook her head.
Back at the bar, Sam grinned at her. "I told you that you coulddo it." he said triumphantly.
The bartender walked over and handed her a note, saying that itwas from the owner. She looked where he indicated, and a manseated at the front of the stage tipped his hat.
The note said, "If you want to make some easy money, come see metomorrow. I'll be here at noon."
Susie thought to herself, "Not in a million years buddy!"
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