Car Show Slut Ch. 07

Work was becoming busier. That was good; the firm was doing well, and gaining some new and substantial contracts. But the flipside of that was that I could see a few heavy weeks in the office on the horizon. This day was rather frenetic, and I ended up stuck there long after everyone else had left the building tying up a myriad of loose ends. It was almost 7pm by the time I left, which meant I would have to go directly to the strip club from work. God, how surreal it felt: a 10-hour day in the office, and then jump into the car and head off to a strip joint...

I knew the club. It was a bar, really; I didn't know it as a strip club. But then what strip clubs did I know? I found a park close by and headed inside, past two big black security guys on the door. They nodded approvingly as they held open the door and ushered me inside, playing quite the gentlemen. They probably think I'm one of the amateur strippers, I chuckled to myself. Inside, the place was packed. Mostly men, but a few women, and some couples. And there were more of those security guys there as well, just standing around in corners. To be honest, I wouldn't have known what sort of atmosphere to expect from a strip club except for what I'd seen in movies, but this place certainly didn't seem seedy or sleazy. It just seemed like a happy, boisterous crowd.

I saw Sarah over to one side. She waved and came over, giving me a big kiss.

"Hey Anne," thanks for coming!"

"No problem. I think this will be fun. What are you going to wear?"

Right now she was wearing a big overcoat. I guessed her 'stage gear' was what she was wearing underneath.

"Pretty much what I was wearing that night we did the drinks girl thing."

"Oh, God, don't remind me of that," I said. "But you certainly looked hot that night. So, what's the go here – when are you on? God, I can't believe you're actually doing this!"

"Me neither! I'm nervous, a bit scared, but it's making me hot too!"

We both had a little giggle at that.

"Well, I think you're going to make a few people here hot, as well," I said. "Anyway, so what time are you on?"

"I'm on second. There are only three of us. I'm on in about 20 minutes. The first girl is up real soon. I was back stage before and saw her getting ready. She looks pretty hot."

"So, is this a competition?"

"Well, yeah," she said, "there's $500 for the winner tonight, but I'm not really trying to compete or anything. Actually, that 500 would be pretty handy!"

After a while we went to the bar to grab a drink. They were on the house, apparently, on account of Sarah being a contestant. Then I heard some music pumping as the crowd began to roar. A man came out on stage. He was dressed in a ridiculous red suit, with white shirt and red bowtie. He was a young guy, probably late-20s. He looked an unlikely MC of a strip club.

"That's my friend, Stuart," said Sarah, pointing to red suit man on the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" he said. "Welcome to tonight's inaugural Vauxhall Tavern Amateur Stripping Competition!"

The crowd roared again.

"In a moment we will be welcoming to the stage contestant number one. But in the meantime I would just like to remind everyone that these ladies have never done this kind of thing before."

"Yeaahhh!!" screamed some man in the crowd.

"So I ask you to be respectful, and to observe the house rule that strictly forbids the taking of photographs here tonight. Now I know all you good folk will abide by the house rules, so I shouldn't need to remind anyone that our friendly security folk have been instructed to have a 'quiet' chat with anyone they see taking any happy snaps. Alright, the formalities out of the way - are y'all ready?!"

The crowd responded with an enormous cheer. They were ready.

"Alright! I guess you've all had about enough of looking at my ugly face up here, so now let me introduce to you our first contestant of the night, the lovely Virginia!!"

The music cranked up and the crowd roared. The lights flashed brightly and out onto the stage came Virginia. She was wearing a short nurses' uniform with a red cross across one of her breasts, and one of those little medical caps on her head. She pranced up to the front of the stage and threw off her hat, releasing her long red hair as she turned and wiggled her hips back down the little catwalk.

"God, she's hot!" Sarah yelled in my ear. She did look good. She danced around the stage for a while and then started fiddling with the zipper on the front of her dress. The guys in the audience screamed in approval as the zipper slid down, exposing a lacy white bra and a generous cleavage.

Soon she was wiggling her way out of the dress. It fell to the floor, leaving her there in front of everyone in just a white bra and g-string, and big pumps.

She started dancing again, but it was clear to see that she wasn't very coordinated. Still, I thought to myself, this isn't a dance comp, and the guys certainly seemed to be approving the performance. She turned her back to the audience as she unclasped her bra. The whistling from the guys was almost deafening as she swung round to show off her tits.

She came back to the front edge of the stage, not far from where we were standing, and started fiddling with the elastic of her g-string. The crowd responded instantly. She started swaying her hips as the g-string seemed to glide its way down. When it was just about off, but not yet exposing anything, she whipped it back up and blew a big kiss to the audience. Then she turned on her heels and strode back off the stage. The crowd roared in approval.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's have another big hand for Virginia!" the red suit man cried, now back on stage, and the crowd fired up again.

"Now don't y'all go anywhere. Grab another drink from our friendly bar personnel, because we'll be right back soon with our second contestant!"

Soon the noise subsided, so that you could have a conversation without yelling.

"She was pretty good," Sarah said.

"Yeah," I said. "Nice tits, but she wasn't a very good dancer. When do you need to go back stage?"

"In about 10 minutes," she said. "Oh Anne, I'm so nervous!"

"You'll be fine. You're hotter than that Virginia, and you heard how the crowd reacted to her."

"Yeah, it's pretty wild here!"

We chatted for a while, but it was too noisy to really carry on a decent conversation. We grabbed another round of free drinks and headed off backstage so Sarah could get ready. There were more of those security dudes there. They made for an imposing presence, but at least you knew that nothing was going to happen to you with those thuggish types around. Obviously the venue was out to ensure that whatever happened, no one was going to come anywhere near to laying a finger on any of the contestants.

We ended up in a kind of changing room out the back, where Virginia was pulling on an old pair of jeans and t-shirt.

"Hey, you were great!" Sarah said to her.

"Gee thanks!" she said. "You up next?"

"Yeah."

"Nervous?"

"Very!"

"Honey, don't be. I was, but once you get out there, it's fine. Wow, I couldn't believe how loudly they were cheering – like, that was a total buzz!"

Sarah by now had slipped off her overcoat to reveal that same red skirt she'd worn at the buck's night. She was wearing a white shirt, tied together under her breasts, and those big black boots. She looked hot. She pulled a bottle of oil out of her bag.

"Anne, can you oil me up? I'll look better that way under the lights."

"Sure."

She handed me the bottle. I knelt down and began rubbing the oil into her thighs (her calves were concealed by the boots). She lifted her skirt to aid my access as my hands reached her bum. Good, she had a great body! I was rubbing it in but couldn't help but massage her a little as well; her soft, smooth skin just felt so sexy... I rubbed it into her ass slowly but firmly, feeling her tight little butt in my palms. Virginia was sitting off to the side watching. My fingers lingered around the tops of her inner thighs, and she spread her legs a little to aid my access. My fingers licked around the top of her inner thighs and I couldn't help but let them stray up onto her pussy. Ooh, touching her like that, to feel those soft, sexy folds!

"Mmmm, feels good," she said. "You're getting me nicely ready for this."

I started on her tummy as she undid the shirt. She reached down and pulled her bra up, letting her breasts spring free.

"Don't forget my tits, Anne. Make sure they're nicely oiled, please."

I rubbed the oil all over her stomach, and then up into her breasts. I remembered that night in the hallway of her apartment block when we fondled each other; oh yes, she had fantastic tits. I lovingly massaged them through my hands, pulling gently on her hardening nipples with my fingers. God, I was getting wet, I wanted wrap my mouth around her cute little nipples. I was so worked up now that I wasn't even worried about Virginia being in the room.

As for Sarah, she was loving it. I concentrated on her beautiful orbs for a bit longer before finishing off with her shoulders and arms.

"Sarah, you ready?" a voice beckoned from just outside.

"Give me a couple of minutes."

"OK."

The oil job done, I gave her a kiss for luck.

"Go get 'em, girl," I said, as I prepared to make my way back into the audience so I could watch the show.

"OK, here I go!" she said.

I went back out into the bar, grabbing another drink, and found a nice spot to watch. There I was, ostensibly alone in the kind of establishment I never dreamed I'd ever go into, but I wasn't feeling scared or intimidated. There were a few guys who gave me the odd strange look, but with all those security guys here I felt in complete safety. And in any case, while it was a sexually charged atmosphere in the crowded bar, and there probably was the odd weirdo here, all round it seemed like a pretty happy, lively gathering.

The lights dimmed and Stuart came back out to announce 'contestant number two'. Again the crowd roared. Then the lights flashed and a Macy Gray song came blasting out of the sound system. And on came Sarah.

God, I thought to myself, she's actually going to do it, as if that hadn't already been apparent. But here she was, up on stage, and about to bare all for a bunch of wildly cheering guys. I was so excited for her!

She strutted up to the front of the stage in a kind of a skip, her hands playing with the hem of her skirt, as is she was about to pull it up and reveal what was underneath. The guys roared in approval. She danced around, bending over to reveal her taught ass and g-string to the crowd. Yep, she was certainly a bold one, that Sarah.

Now the tease really began. I felt myself starting to sway to the cool, sexy music as she undid the bottom of her shirt, so that it fell loose by her sides. She held the sides with her hands, firmly, then she flashed it open to expose those lovely tits. More cheering. She was smiling; if she was nervous, it didn't show. She looked in total control. Then in one swift movement, off came the shirt. She held her tits in her hand and thrust her torso out towards the audience, squeezing her tits and even pulling on her nipples. Her hips began to shake to the music as one hand slid down her body, down to her pussy. She grabbed at her pussy through her little skirt, and then lifted the dress up at front. The roar from the crowd was almost deafening.

Everyone knew what was coming next – the skirt. I found myself caught up in the whirlwind of sexual energy – I too was eagerly waiting for her to shed that little skirt, so that she would be dressed only in this big sexy boots, and that sexy bra and g-string. God, practically naked in front of, God, how many people were here? Hundreds, at least.

She turned her back to the audience and fiddled with the zipper on the skirt. The crowd fell a little silent for a second, as if in anticipation, and then as she turned her head and smiled at them, they broke out into a roar once more – and they only got louder as the zipper slid down, and Sarah started to wiggle her hips as the skirt slowly slipped over her hips. Once the skirt was over the curve of her hips, there was nothing to stop gravity doing its thing. The skirt simply fell to the floor, and Sarah turned to the crowd with one hand covering her pussy and the other on her mouth, her face in a mock expression as if she was saying something like 'oops!' God, she really knew how to turn it on; she must have really practiced this a lot.

And she was beaming, smiling wildly as she danced around the stage almost naked, her body swaying seductively to the music. God, she looked so hot! Like some ancient Goddess. I found myself imagining she was Ayesha, the ageless queen in that H Rider Haggard novel whose beauty was so profound that any man who gazed on her even for an instant would remain locked in hopeless unrequited love with her until his death. Her skin was shimmering against the lights – the oil really made for a great effect. For a moment I pondered on the fact that it was my hands that had applied the oil – and how any of the hundreds of guys here leering and cheering at her would have so loved to have done that themselves!

Now she was sliding the straps of her bra over her shoulders. The crowd roared. She was facing them as her hands went around behind her as she unclasped her bra. She let it fall a little loose, her tits almost springing free as the cheering built to a crescendo. Then she whipped it off her body and tossed it into the crowd. They went wild as two guys battled one another to claim the prize. She started rotating her hips, clutching her naked breasts. She seemed consumed by the sexuality of the music, moving with it in almost perfect time, her lips parting as she almost seemed to moan. God, it was such a sexy display! I was almost dancing along with her, as were most of the people there. If the guys here were getting worked up, she was making me hot too!

All that remained was her tiny g-string. She was thrusting her pelvis at the audience, arms raised and her fists in a kind of clench. Then she changed pace, her hips slowly gyrating now as her hands glided almost like wings down to rest on her hips. They slid under the material of her g-string and she tugged it hard. The guys yelled again. God, she was going to do it! And the look on her face; total sexuality – she looked almost like she was about to cum. As for myself, she had been making me wetter and wetter with this unbridled display of sexuality. And then I thought, God, it might be me who ends up in bed later on with this sexy Goddess!

Just as she looked about to expose everything, she stopped. She was gesturing to the crowd with her hands, as if to say 'come on, show me how much you want to see my pussy!'. I couldn't believe how bold she was, how she could be in such control of this room of hundreds of sexed up guys. She had them hanging off her finger.

And they roared. Seemingly satisfied with the response, her hands went back to her hips. This time she didn't disappoint. She grabbed the little string and pulled it straight down, straight down to her knees. They roared again, louder. She stood there, slouching to one side, g-string around her knees, legs apart, completely naked, her hands now up on her head, running through her hair, as if to highlight the fact that her pussy was completely on show. The crowd seemed to have gone completely mad, the whistling almost deafening. Then she straightened up, took a bow and pulled up her string. She blew them a kiss and left the stage to more deafening applause.

The show now over, I hurriedly made my way back stage, grabbing another couple of drinks as I passed the bar. I found Sarah just off to the side of the stage. She looked exhausted. She looked, well she had the look of someone who had just been fucked hard. I rushed up and embraced her.

"Oh Sarah, that was so hot! Did you enjoy it?" She was panting hard.

"Oooh yeah! That was... amazing! God, before I went on I almost had a panic attack, I thought I would back out, but, oh God, when I heard them all cheering, cheering for me, I just felt, Yes! Let's do this!"

I was so happy for her. I was in awe of her, in fact. And she looked just so euphoric! Which was more than could be said for what was going on around us. There was some kind of drama here with Stuart, the guy with the red suit. He was frantically pacing up and down, carrying on an urgent conversation with the guy operating the sound gear. He looked worried. They both did.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Sarah said. "Oh, Stuart, this is my friend, Anne."

"Oh, hi Anne," he mumbled. His mind was clearly on things other than socializing.

"Shit!" he said, turning to Sarah. "The third girl, Roni – she's pulled out! She's had second thoughts – she's not coming."

"Well, that's not a big problem is it?" Sarah said.

"It is a big problem! My contract with the Vauxhall says that I have to have a minimum of three girls. If she doesn't show, I'm gonna dump about two thousand on this!"

"Have you called her?" said Sarah.

"Jesus, don't you think I've tried calling? She's stopped answering her phone. Oh Christ, this was a bad idea!"

"Well, I don't know, but it's not my fault!"

"Hey, I'm sorry Sarah," he said. "I didn't mean to take it out on you. Sorry babe. And you were great out there, unbelievably sexy – you wowed them big time. I'm sorry, I just don't know what to do!"

The poor guy was beside himself, almost in tears. Actually, yes, he was crying. I felt very sorry for him. After the rapture of Sarah's performance, all of a sudden the place felt like a morgue. I took another swig of my wine, as if to drown the collective sorrows of the room. Just outside there was a pack of alcohol-fueled horny guys having the time of their lives, waiting for the next girl, who wasn't going to show.

It was one of those situations where you just want to help, like when someone's relationship has broken up, or someone's had some kind of really bad news, but even though you know there's nothing you can do, you still try to help them out. And that's how I came to say: "Gee, I wish there was something I could do to help."

Sarah looked at me.

"You could do it."

"Do what?" I said.

"You could be the third girl."

"Sarah!"

"Why not?" She was suddenly becoming animated again. "Oh Anne, you have no idea what a charge that was! It was unbelievable, nothing like what I expected. Go on, I dare you."

I suddenly felt scared, under the spotlight.

"No, you're not going to dare me. I can't go out there!"

Stuart seemed to be coming alive now.

"Yes, yes, you could, you could do it! Oh, look, you don't have to do much – just prance around and just flash your bra at them. You don't have to strip. All I need is three girls; if any of them chose not to go all the way, or even a little of the way, that doesn't matter – I'm still in the clear."

"Go on," said Sarah. "Just give them a little flash – what's the harm in that? And there's no one taking photos out there, remember."

I looked at Stuart. His eyes were pleading. I felt cornered. They were all waiting for an answer. I couldn't do it. Go out there as a stripper, even if I didn't strip? But the more they waited, the more I found it hard to refuse them outright.

"I can't do this. I just can't, and anyway - look at what I'm wearing? You can't be a stripper dressed like this."

Stuart looked me up and down. I had come straight from work, so I was still in my work wear – short gray skirt and suit jacket, white blouse and black heels.

"Honey, you're perfect dressed like that. You look totally sexy! You're a classy lady, totally hot!"