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Archive-name: Fetish/susie.txt
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Archive-author: Warlock
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Archive-title: Susie's Coming Out Party
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Susie shivered with excitement. Tonight was her big chance with
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Sam. Susie had wanted to go out with the husky jock ever since
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he had transferred to Hoover High. After weeks of parading
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around during cheerleader practice, throwing her sexiest looks at
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him, he had finally asked her for a date.
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And tonight was the night! Susie wondered what to wear. After
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all, Sam hadn't said where they were going or what they were
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going to do. Better to plan for the best. She laid out her new
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clingy red crepe dress. "Better not wear a bra; he might think
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I'm old-fashioned. And instead of pantyhose, I'll wear a G-
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string and garter belt with stockings. Just in case things get a
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little steamy." She smiled broadly at the thought.
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She admired her trim 38-24-35 form in the full-length mirror.
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Her girlfriends on the cheerleading squad always marveled at the
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bounciness of her boobs. She held them, and gave her nipples a
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quick squeeze. Mmm, that felt good. Then she turned her
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attention to her hair. Her shoulder-length hair was dark brown,
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with subtle curls. She tossed her head experimentally, to judge
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the effect. It was OK, no touchups necessary. Now for the rest.
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She kept her pubic hair trimmed short because of the white bikini
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that she had bought at the beginning of summer. One can't have
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stray hairs peeking out the sides. Unless that's what one wants,
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eh? She dressed, knowing that she was a knockout, as always.
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When Sam showed up, she was surprised by his clothes. He was
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wearing blue jeans and a torn tee-shirt with a beat-up leather
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jacket tossed over one shoulder. His clothes looked like Marlon
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Brando's in "The Wild One." "Looks like I'm a little over-
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dressed" she said.
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"Looks great on you" said Sam. "Strange, his eyes look dilated"
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Susie thought.
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"I'll only take a minute to change."
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Sam leered a little. "No, don't. I like your outfit. Let's go."
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"OK with me" thought Susie.
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Instead of the night of dancing and dinner Susie had anticipated,
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Sam took her on a long drive that ended at a sleazy-looking
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roadhouse bar in Trevor, some 30 miles away. The roof sagged at
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the far end, and the quality of the cars parked outside bespoke
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the poverty of the patrons. Susie was mildly scared, but with
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Sam there she was much reassured. After all, what could go
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wrong?
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Inside, the atmosphere was dark and smoky. A slightly overweight
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stripper gyrated on a low stage at the far end of the room, clad
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only in a g-string and boots. Her flabby belly flopped in time
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to the music, while her tiny tits were shiny with sweat. "God,
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I'm glad I don't look like that!"
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Sam ambled up to the bar and grabbed a stool. Susie was
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surprised again, as Sam merely sat. "The jerk! Why doesn't he
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act a little more like a gentleman?" She sat on the stool next
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to him.
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"What'll it be?" asked the bartender.
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"Beer for me." said Sam.
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The bartender looked Susie appraisingly up and down. "You here
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for the contest girlie?"
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"What contest was he talking about?" she thought. "No, I'd like
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a rum and coke, please."
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After the bartender had left, Susie asked Sam about the contest.
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He told her that every Saturday night, this bar had an amateur
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strip contest, and that the grand prize was $100. "Big deal, a
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hundred bucks. I spend more than that every time I go to the
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mall."
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Sam turned and gave her a look of fury. "Maybe that's what's
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wrong with you; you're spoiled rotten! I'll bet you don't have
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the nerve to go up there and strip!" he snapped.
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"I wouldn't if I were dying of hunger and this was the last
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hamburger joint on earth! I have my reputation to think of."
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Susie was hot with anger. Even the tired girls at the tables
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around the room turned around at that comment.
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She grabbed her drink and gulped it down, nervously. Her hand
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was shaking a little. "Another one bartender." she said a little
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unevenly. He served it up, and she drank half of it in a gulp.
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Sam was looking at her, expectantly. "What are you looking at?",
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Susie said.
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"I'm looking at the most beautiful girl in the room. It's a
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shame that she doesn't care enough to do a little thing for her
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admirers."
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Susie could recognize a come-on when she heard it, but her
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thinking was a little fuzzy at this point. "He still is kind of
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cute. Maybe he's not all that wrong."
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Susie looked him straight in the eye. "What's your proposition
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Sam?" She toyed with her empty glass, and then signalled the
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bartender with a shallow flick of her head.
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"I can't tell you right now, but if you go along with me, I'll
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make it worth your while." he said. His eyes twinkled, and Susie
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took this as a good sign.
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"What do you want me to do?" she asked coyly.
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Sam snorted, "What do you think? I want you to go up on that
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stage and strut your stuff like you do when you're cheerleading.
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You can win the contest easily."
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The bartender brought her refill then. She took the time to
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think. "Well, it is $100, and nobody here would ever get over to
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Hoover. What the hell?"
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"I'll do it." she said.
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"Good."
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She had three more drinks to loosen up as the night wound slowly
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on, and when the contest was about to begin, there were several
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new faces in the crowd. A few other women had shown up, and they
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weren't all as ugly as the strippers on the stage.
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The bouncer got up on stage as the last stripped flounced off.
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He began to warm up the crowd for the contest. Then he asked
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that all the contestants line up at the end of the bar. A few of
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the girls were asked to leave, but not Susie. The bouncer looked
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her over and grinned at her. "You'll do nicely." he said. When
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he was done, there were only 6 contestants left standing.
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The girls drew numbers from a hat to decide the order in which
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they'd perform. Susie drew 6th place. "Not bad, I just hope
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that the one in front of me is bad." Susie had gone through
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innumerable tryouts for cheerleading over the years, and this
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seemed little different. She wished that her head would clear,
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though.
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The rules were simple. You had one song, about 3 minutes to
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excite the audience. The girl who got the most applause was the
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winner.
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The first amateur stripper was young and slim, with dishwater
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blond hair. She wore jeans and a tank top that showed her hard
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little nipples. As the music started, she walked around the
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stage, dancing a little and rubbing the sides of her breasts.
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She didn't waste much time, pulling the jeans off over her high-
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heels and strutting around the stage in the tank top and briefs.
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After a moment, she pulled off the tank top, and rubbed her
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smallish boobs. She spun around and pulled her briefs down,
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thrusting her ass out seductively. As the song ended, she turned
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around, showing her body completely nude. The audience applauded
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sparsely. "I can do better than that." thought Susie.
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The second contestant was more mature. She looked to be in her
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late thirties. She was well-fleshed and tan. Her routine was
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polished. She glided from one end of the small stage to the
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other, taking off her clothing at a steady clip. When she was
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down to her bra and panties, she turned her back to the crowd.
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She unfastened her bra with a flourish, but trapped the straps by
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holding her arms tight against her ribs. Then she turned around
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to face the audience, her hips twitching in a figure-eight
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pattern in time to the beat of the music. She laid her right arm
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across the lower edge of the bra, pushing in against her large
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tits to cause the upper slopes to spill out the top, as well as
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to pinion the bra against her torso. Then she slipped the left
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strap slowly off her shoulder, and then slowly withdrew her arm
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from within the loose loop of fabric. She switched arms at this
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point, replacing the right arm with the left in it's job of
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keeping the bra on her chest. Then she slipped the right
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shoulder strap off in similar fashion. Once both of her arms
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were free, she cupped her breasts through the material of the
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bra, pinching the nipples and wearing a slight grin. She slowly
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leaned over, emphasizing the cleavage and sheer swell of the tops
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of her breasts. They were obviously her best feature. She
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slowly straightened up and removed her hands from the bra. It
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stayed on, as if attached with adhesive. The straps hung down
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limply from the sides, and when she shimmied slowly, they whipped
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from side to side. She increased the shimmy, and the bra began
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to slide off. Finally, it came free, dropping to the floor with
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little preamble. The crowd roared, because her tits were
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perfectly round, with triangular tan lines illustrating the
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briefness of her bikini. She didn't stop shimmying; instead she
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redoubled her efforts. She slipped her panties down slowly as
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she continued to shake her tits. When she was done, the crowd
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hooted in appreciation.
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"My tits are at least that nice. I'll have to work pretty hard
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to beat her routine, though." mused Susie.
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The third contestant chickened out as soon as she got up on
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stage. She fled sobbing into the lady's room.
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The next was a young girl. She started by removing all her
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clothes on the side of the stage except for a sequined g-string.
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She did her whole song clad like that. Her routine consisted of
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acrobatics and gymnastics. The crowd was uninterested.
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Susie thought, "All I have to do is to take off my clothes and
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shake my tits, show a little of my trimmed little bush and this
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place will go up for grabs." She drained the last of her drink,
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and waited for the fifth contestant.
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This one was in her twenties, and was a looker. Her waist-length
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ash blond hair fell in straight cascades over her shoulders, and
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her body was easily the equal of Susie's. "I hope she falls on
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her butt." thought Susie.
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But instead, she grinned at the audience, and bared her ample
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chest by ripping the bodice that she wore a' la Hulk Hogan. She
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rubbed her breasts and teased the men by tweaking her nipples.
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They erected to the size of pencil erasers, and she made a small
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"oh" as if she had a mini-orgasm.
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She shrugged out of the now-ruined shirt, and spun in tight
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circles. The long skirt she wore rose up and up, showing her
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long legs. She began to walk the edge of the stage, lifting the
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skirt until her g-string showed to every man there. The crowd
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howled.
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Then she removed the skirt, dropped it on the floor, and laid
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down on it at the edge of the stage. Her hips gyrated in
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simulated masturbation. Then she began in earnest, by sliding
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the g-string down imperceptibly, and reaching in with her
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fingertips. You could see the material move in an up-and-down
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motion. The crowd watched expectantly, as the woman masturbated
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with one hand and pinched her nipples with the other. Her moans
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of pleasure were heard even over the pounding beat of the music.
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And then the music was over, and she began to come loudly in the
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silence that followed. Her cries echoed off the walls in the
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small bar. At last, she looked up and embarrassedly ran off
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stage to thunderous applause.
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Susie was tempted to throw in the towel at that point, because
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she had little or no hope of topping that last performance. But
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something in her wouldn't let her quit.
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So she took to the stage. The song she had chosen was "Freeway
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Jam" by Jeff Beck. She hoped it was enough.
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Waiting for the music to queue up, she looked out at the crowd.
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"Shit, there must be a hundred guys in here. They're all waiting
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to see me take my clothes off." The thought excited her, and a
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shiver ran through her body.
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The music started with a guitar riff, and she walked quickly
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around the stage, grinning at the men at the edge. She had seen
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the last contestant do that, and it seemed to make them clap
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louder. Someone in the back of the bar was chanting "Take it
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off! Take it off!"
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She began by turning her back to the audience, and unzipping the
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tight dress. The zipper wound down into the crack of her ass as
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she swung her butt from side to side in time with the music.
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Someone yelled "No bra!", as if it were some kind of cheer.
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She turned to face the crowd, and with her hands on her chest,
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slid the dress down until the tops of her breasts were visible.
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She rubbed her big boobs and pinched her nipples through the
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fabric. They responded instantly, and a warm feeling spread from
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her nipples down to her crotch.
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She turned around again, and slid the dress down until her ass
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was totally visible through the split halves. She reached down
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one-handed and rubbed the smooth globe of her ass cheek. Then
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she gave it a sharp slap. The red imprint of her hand stood out
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in high relief on her butt. She dropped the dress.
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Then she began to dance, as she slowly undid the clips holding up
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her stockings. She paused and slid the right stocking off, then
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the left stocking hit the floor too. She put her high heel back
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on, since they did such nice things (visually) to her calves.
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She dropped the garter belt, too, since it's function was now
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gone. She was hot; a sheen of sweat covered the cleavage between
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her breasts. Her nipples were erect as a cool breeze from an
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open door chilled them briefly. As she danced around the stage,
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she reflected on her performance.
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She judged that the applause wasn't nearly as loud as the last
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stripper's had been. She needed something to supercharge her
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routine.
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She had about 45 seconds of music left. She laid down on the
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floor parallel to the edge of the stage. She arched her back and
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removed the g-string completely. "Well, here goes." she thought.
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She began to masturbate in time to the music. At first, she
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rubbed her clit just to get things going. Then she spread her
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cuntlips with one hand as she plunged two fingers in and out of
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her hole. It felt so good.
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The men were craning their necks to see what she was doing, and
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she began to turn slowly to face them. As she rolled on her
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side, she slowly raised her leg until it was pointed straight up
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in the air. She held her leg up with one arm. She spread her
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cuntlips further and further apart, while swiveling her hips in a
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circle. Her cunt gaped wide open to the crowd. The music was
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coming to a close, and as a finale, she slid a quarter turn until
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her snatch faced the audience squarely, and lifted her legs in a
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wide "V" shape. Then, as the last bars of music faded away, she
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grabbed both of her nipples between her thumb and forefingers and
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lifted, pulling her nipples and breasts up in the air. There she
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rolled the buds until an orgasm began to spread throughout her
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cunt. She moaned and lifted her hips, wishing for a hard cock to
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fill her empty hole. Waves of orgasm swept over her, blanking
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her mind to the crowd's cheers.
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When she came to, she was still laying on the stage. Her legs
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were rubbery, and when she stood, she swayed drunkenly. The
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announcer gave her the hundred, saying that there was a clear
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winner. After she had stumbled off stage, several men walked
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toward her. She fled to the safety of the ladies john.
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She dressed in mortified silence. "Did I really do that? Did I
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really masturbate, and have an orgasm in front of a crowd of
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men?" She shook her head.
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Back at the bar, Sam grinned at her. "I told you that you could
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do it." he said triumphantly.
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The bartender walked over and handed her a note, saying that it
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was from the owner. She looked where he indicated, and a man
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seated at the front of the stage tipped his hat.
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The note said, "If you want to make some easy money, come see me
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tomorrow. I'll be here at noon."
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Susie thought to herself, "Not in a million years buddy!"
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