Ellen heard the announcement and it made her jump. She quickly downed the rest of her drink as though the half a glass of tequila would help her through this. Seemingly from out of no where two other girls joined her in the march to dressing room. Every guy focused on the girls and as Ellen weaved her way between the tightly packed tables she felt her ass brush up against some of the boys. She didn’t think it was accidental. A few made comments either to her or to the other members of their tables about her. She couldn’t make any of the comments out over the music but she could sense the leering lusty attitudes of all the guys. After all, they were all heated up from watching the regular girls. She wondered how many hardons there were in the audience.
Stepping into the dressing room she was amazed at how nice if seemed. There was a row of chairs facing mirrors with a couple of couches on the opposite wall. There was even a sink. It was a long narrow room and at the far end there were a few steps that led to a small platform with a curtain to the stage. She looked at the other two amateurs. She was surprised that she had not seen them before but then she was distracted by the twins show. They were both fairly good looking and they both looked very nervous. She asked them if they had ever done this before and both said no. They introduced themselves as they waited for the manager.
When the manager arrived he wasted little time. Each girl would have three songs. Start fully dressed and get down to your underwear by the end of the first song; bra off for the second song; and everything off in the last song. Rough guidelines he said. Does anyone want to back out? The three girls looked at each other but said nothing. The manger: you get to keep your tips and the most popular girl wins $250 and comes out for one additional set of three songs. The guys are not allowed to touch you except to put a dollar in your garter. Absolutely no touching above the garter. You may touch them, but if they touch you and you allow it you will be disqualified. Also, no masturbating on the stage. You may touch your tits and put your hand on your pussy but no penetration and no rubbing your clit. Any questions? A silent pause. Good luck. Then he left.
There was a moment of confusion when the girls decided what order they would go in. Ellen wound up last. She was kind of glad because it gave her more time but then she wondered if she would get more nervous. She was watching through the open curtain to the stage. The first girl was dark, Mediterranean looking and voluptuous without being over weight. The boys responded well to her and cheered when she took off her bra exposing her large plump breasts. She was awkward though. Not really a good dancer. And she left a lot of tips in the audience when she finished. She didn’t seem to have the ability to move around quickly and pick up the money.
Soon it was the second girl’s chance and she was so nervous that she was shaking. She stayed positioned at the back side of the stage up against the full wall mirror that covered the back of the stage. She was wearing a blouse that buttoned down the front and she would slowly open each button and dancing in between. She was ignoring the guys sitting at the rail who were holding dollars for her. By the end of the first song she had opened all of the buttons of her blouse and had flashed a few times but had taken nothing off.
As the second song began the crowd began to encourage her. A chorus of ‘take it off’ started softly and grew in volume and intensity. For some reason Ellen found this very exciting. That all of these guys men and boys wanted to see a naked woman. But the girl on stage continued to tease. She opened her blouse and held her bra covered breasts in her hands. She swayed to the music. The chant continued and as she opened the belt to her jeans and undid the top button, it seemed like everyone in the place was chanting. Take it off. Suddenly Ellen realized that the girl looked terrified and as the chanting continued it seemed to make her feel more scared. She stopped and just stood there for a moment with her blouse open and the top of her jeans undone.
A moan came from the audience and the chant began again but more insistently. The girl suddenly broke into tears and ran off the stage almost falling down the stairs into the dressing room. She slumped into one of the couches and sobbed. Ellen went over put her arms around her comforting her. “I just can’t do it,” she said. Outside the dressing room you could hear another chant rising. “We want tits. We want tits.” The DJ tried to calm them down and announced that the next girl was ready, “so let’s welcome “L” to the stage. It was Ellen’s turn and there was no turning back.
She marched out on to the stage in a deliberate strut. The chant gave way to an overwhelming cheer. She strutted around the perimeter of the stage looking down at each of the guys seated at the edge of the stage. She loved the cheers and the response the boys were giving her. She moved to the center and swayed her hips deliberately with the music, pounding them to each side. More cheers and she could see the money being raised up for her. She marched over to one end of the semicircle where a young man about 22 had a dollar raised in her direction. She turned around right in front of him and bent over so he could clearly see her black panties from behind. Then turning back toward him she reached out taking his money and dipping her breasts in close to him.
She started moving down the line, squatting in front of one man, opening her legs to the next, letting one put his dollar into her garter while she stared down at him, his eyes fixated on her panties. When she got to the middle she turned her back to the audience and began to remove her tube top. A few whistles went up and she changed her mind. She turned back to the audience and with her hands on her hips she bumped a few rhythms with her hips. Afraid that they might have a repeat the crowd quickly went into chant mode: take it off. Ellen crossed her arms in front of her, grabbing the bottom of her tank top and lifted it over her head in one swift movement. A cheer went up.
Ellen realized she had them eating out of her hand. That they liked what they saw. It gave her a warm feeling all over and made her pussy run with her juices. She looked over to Adam’s table and while looking from Adam to Zeke to Jimmy, she slipped her thumbs inside the elastic waistband and lowered her skirt to the floor. Each was encouraging her and she could tell from the lustful look in their eyes that they were all hard. That was exciting she thought.
Now in her black panties, see though black bra and garter she moved to the opposite end of the circle and started to collect her tips. She primarily just put her leg out and let the guys put the dollar into her garter. Moving down the line from guy to guy each seemed to be willing to contribute. As she stood over them she would look lustfully into each boy’s eyes and touch herself somewhere for them. Sometimes she would hold her breast in one hand. Sometimes she would run her finger over her nipple. Sometimes she would run her hand all around her hip and across her belly. And sometimes she would place her hand over her black panties and run it slowly up while she looked deeply into their eyes. The boys were touching her leg and many were caressing it a little. She liked their touches and once she deliberately moved the garter higher up on her leg from a position of mid thigh to a position much closer to her panties.
She could feel the crowd getting closer. Men came up behind those sitting at the stage and offered their dollars in between those who were seated. Ellen was beginning to get very turned on. Her insecurities about how she would do had melted away even as her dancing gave way to some sort of sexual movement around the edge of the stage. Her legs were even shaking a bit. She stepped back from the edge for a minute and removed her high heels. Her legs were still shaking and she knew it was from being excited. Could there be anything hotter than to be surrounded by a bunch of men who all desired her. She knew she would be naked in front of all of them soon and she thought she almost couldn’t wait to have an orgasm.
The song ended. She was amazed how long a song it was. But that was her cue to disappear back behind the curtain to remove her bra. The girl from before was still there and seemed to be calm. “How are you doing?” “Oh I’m fine now. Boy you sure have them eating out of your hand. You are making me hot watching you.”
Her bra was off now and the next song had started. The crowd was chanting, “We want ‘L’.” She came back onto stage with her naked breasts held and covered by her hands. She slowly walked around the edge of the stage looking at all the men who had gathered there. You could almost see their tongues hanging out. She went to her favorite young man. He was handsome and seemed completely in lust with her. She knelt in front of him and took her hands off of her breasts reaching for his hand. She held his hand for a moment in a very tender way and she removed the dollar between his fingers. Then she quickly put the bill under her garter and returned her hands to her breasts. She looked around for next most popular man and repeated this action a few times.
Then she returned to the middle of the stage, let her breasts hang free for everyone to see and danced. Then stopped dancing and rubbed her hands up along her sides continuing until she reached her breasts. She lifted each of her tiny breasts and brought her hands across her nipples. Her nipples which were set in small reddish brown areolas were tight and taut. That they were hard could be seen by people at the far end of the bar. Her tits weren’t much but when her nipples got hard boy did they stand out. And the guys loved them. They cheered and whistled as she touched them. It felt good to Ellen to touch them and so she stood there for a few minutes looking into the audience and touching her naked nipples while they whooped and hollered at her.
She saw Adam and he was smiling and hooting with everyone else. She turned her back on the audience and slipped her panties down revealing her tiny g string. Off course there wasn’t much to reveal of the g string from the back and her cute little ass was now fully exposed. She moved closer to the mirror a bit and leaned into it bending her ass toward the audience. Steadying herself with one hand on the mirror she took the other hand and traced a line from her ass to her clit. Only a few could see her finger touch her clit in the mirror but she did it mostly for herself anyway. A couple of traces, then back to collecting money.
She realized that there was too much money to collect. Too many men holding too many dollars. Almost all the spaces between the seated men were now filled with other guys from the table trying to get her attention. She spotted Zeke. How could you miss his enormous frame towering over a young man seated in front of him? Ellen walked over to where he was took his dollar and thrusting her hips at him with her legs slightly apart, she traced her finger along the front of her g string. She looked at him but he was only looking wide eyed at her fingertip as it spread her swollen lips under the cover of her tiny cloth patch.
People where trying to get her attention and she spotted one man holding up a $10 bill. She quickly left Zeke to his imaginings and walked quite deliberately over to the seated man with the big bill. First she rubbed her breasts and her nipples. She took the bill from him and then sat down on the floor in front of him and spread her legs before him. She took her g string in her hand and moved it aside to show him her clean shaven pussy. He liked that so much he actually threw another ten dollars at her!
Ellen decided that she would simply operate from the floor for a while. By rolling over she could move herself a few seats over and she started to work the collection this way. She would spread her legs and let the boy reach up under her garter while she squeezed and played with her naked nipples. Some of the boys were getting a bit daring in their touches but with the extra crowd around and her lying on the stage, she was sure the manager or the DJ couldn’t see what was going on.
The song ended and she stood up again. It was time to remove her g string. Her garter belt was packed with singles and so she emptied that out as well. As she moved to the middle of the stage, she noticed the other girl was watching her intently from the open curtain to the dressing room. She moved over to her, “Do you want to take this off for me,” Ellen asked her. “Yes,” she replied breathlessly. “Then come out here and do it.” When she came onto the stage there was a smattering of boos and hisses. But Ellen whispered something in her ear and then stood forward facing the audience. The girl got in behind her bent down so her face was near Ellen’s ass. For a moment it looked like she was hiding behind Ellen. Then her hands reached around in front and from Ellen’s hips began rolling the g string off of her.
The crowd went wild. They loved the idea. And Ellen just defiantly stood and looked at her audience. Lots of talking back and forth between them. The girl was slowly pulling the g string off. (It was a bit moist after all. Soaking would be more accurate.) The crowd cheered again as Ellen stepped out of it. The girl behind her stood up and Ellen turned to her, thanked her and then surprised everyone by kissing her fully on the lip. The crowd erupted again. My god, thought Ellen, I am so excited. She turned around again as the girl left the stage. It seemed as though every man in the place was trying to get at the stage. She calmly looked them over gazing from one end to the other while she stood there stark naked in front of them. Inside her heart was pounding and her knees were weak.
She looked over to her rich man and sure enough he was holding another ten. That’s where I will start. She walked over to him wearing only her garter belt and put her hand on her pussy. She slowly ran her hand up over her pussy. She could feel how smooth it was from its afternoon shaving. She stood right in front of him and with both hands she separated her pussy lips for him. He dropped the ten at her feet and put another new one in his hand. Ellen moved her fingertips up and down moving the skin around her clit without actually touching it. She wondered if he knew how good it felt to her. He dropped the second ten and pulled out another one.
She knelt in front of him, and then sat back on her legs. The crowd hid her from the staring eyes of the manager. She took her garter belt and opened it for the man’s ten dollar bill and in doing so deliberately rode the garter up even higher. It was now as high as it could go, the band right up against her crotch. She had one section lifted as if telling him to slip it in under there. Then she moved the opening. She moved it from the top of her leg to the inside of her leg. His hand took the ten and placed it under the band of her garter. His fingers grazed her lips and lightly touched her clit. She continued to show him some patience opening her legs just a little more for him and he slowly pushed his finger down her slit and into her wet hole. There were only a small group of people who could see what he did because of the angle but they screamed in excitement and Ellen realized she might be getting into trouble.
She rose up, adjusted her garter to the original mid thigh position and while she was picking up her money, Mr. Rich dropped a grateful twenty, smiled at her and smelt his finger. She again started moving around the rim collecting all the money before the music ran out. She just placed her leg in between the boys and she had many hands putting the money into her garter. While she did this she continued to look at the donors as she held her breast, played with her nipple or placed her hand on her pussy. She was so wet, she almost thought of just giving in to the temptation to let the boys have their fun with her body but she could see now that the manager was straining himself to see what was happening. All the hoopla had made him suspicious that Ellen was giving out more than she should.
So she kept moving from one group of hands to the next, touching herself as she went. It was easy for her to look lustful because she had a desire like she had never felt before. She was dizzy with the odor of lustful men wanting her. And she was thrilled that they wanted her. It was a high for her. Very good for her ego. At the same time she wanted to be used. Her mind was wondering when she could orgasm as her hand went to her pussy again and she looked into the eyes of an older man who gave her a twenty. She let him slip it into her garter just as the last song ended. Quickly Ellen picked up her clothes and money and left the stage after a quick bow.
The crowd was still cheering when she entered the dressing room. The girl had been watching her from the steps and backed up as Ellen came in. She put an arm around Ellen and kissed her neck. “Sit with me,” she whispered to Ellen. Ellen saw that there were two other regular girls in the dressing room sitting at makeup tables. She followed the other girl to a couch where the girl sat down and instructed Ellen to sit on her lap. When she did the girl kissed her and put her fingers in between her legs. Ellen thought what the hell, even though she had never been with a woman before and she spread her legs, reached down and started playing with her clit. As she did this the other girl put her slid her fingers inside of Ellen’s soaking pussy and found her g spot. She attacked it with two fingers while Ellen played with her own clit.
The two regular girls looked on through their mirrors well aware of what was going on. “Amateurs!” one said huffily to the other. Ellen didn’t care. She was kissing this strange girl and rubbing her clit and feeling her fingers inside of her and coming. And coming. An explosive orgasm that was interrupted by the manager entering the dressing room. Following him was the first Mediterranean girl. He stopped a bit startled at what he saw and as soon as he understood what was happening he just watch as the girls finished. When Ellen looked at him he had a big shit eating grin on his face. “Liked that, did you? Maybe you’d like to work here. You can get off every night with one of the girls if you like.”
He turned to the girl under Ellen. “Last chance deary, do you want to give it another try?” She shook her head no looking down. “Well then let’s all get dressed – that means you ‘L’ and we’ll go onstage to announce the winner. That would also be you “L”. You get to do one more set and after that you get your prize money. Although you look like you did OK on your tips. Perhaps we should deduct your tips,” he joked. “I will let you girls circulate for a while with the customers. If they want you to do a lap dance you take them to the V.I.P. Section along the wall. The cost is $20 a dance for one song and you split that with me. So if I see you in the V.I.P area I expect $10 from you for every song you are there. Same touching rules apply. They can touch you below the garter belt but no where else. You, of course, can touch them but no hands on their cocks. Any questions?”
Ellen would collect her prize money that night after Adam let her do a series of lap dances for Mr. Rich and a couple of other customers and after she fulfilled her obligation of another set later in the evening. All in all she came home with over $700 that night and enjoyed three of the best orgasms of her life but we’ll leave the tale of the other two for another time.
Part 3, A Very Private Dance, can be found HERE. (Don’t forget to comment.)
