Chapter 2

Roger, Dan, and Peter had moved to the front row of seats to watch Brenda’s performance.

Bobbie followed Brenda onto the stage. “Remember what I showed you, and you’ll do fine.” She gave her an encouraging kiss on the cheek, then moved aside.

Roger took a remote control from his pants pocket, pressing a button to begin a song with a good stripper’s beat.

Brenda seemed to have a different look as she began to strut around the stage to the hard beat. She’d move her hands up and down her sides, across her stomach, and up her breasts to fluff and tussle her long brunette hair.

She moved to a corner of the stage, leaning over to show better cleavage and being able to move her hair in a circle. Next, she went in front of the men, doing a stripper’s squat, the material of her thong separating her pussy lips. She moved her arms, lifting up and down as if fucking. She gave them front, side, and back views, shaking her small ass.

“Very nice-looking ass!” Roger commented.

Brenda resumed moving to the beat, reaching behind, unclasping her bra, and taking it off.

Bobbie stepped from the stage, and, going to Dan, made his lap her seat. Her arm went around his shoulder, her tit pressing against him.

“Don’t be so quick to take off your bra; hold it in place and tease the men by showing one tit, then the other,” Roger said over the music.

She went to another corner of the stage and turned, bending over as far as she could and running her hands up and down her legs. She wasn’t used to the exercise and was breathing faster. She faced what would be the crowd and fondled her tits.

“She’s certainly getting me hot,” Peter remarked, adjusting his growing cock.

Now in front of them, she went to her knees, leaning back and smoothing her hand over her stomach, ever closer to her pussy mound. She rubbed her pussy, then slipped her hand inside to touch her pussy lips.

“Is she allowed to touch herself and finger her pussy?” Dan asked.

“No, and I wouldn’t stop her, and neither would the customers. While you’re there, finger your pussy, let us see you really moving your hand, then pull your hand out. Find one guy in the audience and look at him as you coyly lick your fingers.”

Brenda looked directly at Peter, licking her finger, then back inside her thong to enter her pussy and licked it again.

“Fuck! Fuck, does she ever look hot!” Peter muttered.

She pointed her legs straight up, moving them crisscross, then down and stood. She pranced around, her firm breasts jiggling slightly with her step, and tussled her hair again. She went to them, making a defiant pose with a hand on her hip, the other pointing up as the song ended.

Her small audience of four, plus several others she didn’t know were watching, applauded her performance.

Brenda was breathing heavily, not used to such strenuous exercise. She remained topless as she stepped from the stage, with Peter standing to greet her. They watched them embrace, her tits flattening to his chest.

“You were fantastic! You sure had my cock getting hard!”

Peter sat, and she made his leg her seat. They looked at her bare tits and nipples hard with excitement. Her arm went around his shoulder, and he playfully kissed her tit.

“How did I do?”

“You were very good for your first time. As I said, when you undo your bra, wait a little longer to show your tits. You aren’t supposed to finger your pussy, but we weren’t going to stop you, and likely none of your male customers will either.”

“You sure made me want to whip out my cock and jerk off,” Dan admitted.

“Okay, Daddy, I’ll watch you,” she teased.

“Bobbie can help you to smooth out your routine and add a few other moves; otherwise, you’ve got yourself a job as our newest stripper.”

Brenda was so enthused that she leapt from Pete’s lap, hugged, and kissed Roger, pressing her bare tits to his chest.

“We have to come up with a stage name for you. Candy and Sweets are taken. I don’t think many know that Bobbie’s stage name is her real one.”

“My parents were expecting a boy, so they changed the spelling of Bobby.”

“You look very alluring, how about Allure?”

“I like that; it sounds sexy.”

“Allure it is. You have a car to get to and from here?” Roger asked.

“Yes.”

“I’d like to start you off this evening, say for seven. The Super Bowl playoffs are starting, which will draw a crowd to our giant TV screen. We’ll show you how to use the beverage tablet and make up a few orders that we can delete, then you can serve a few customers. Don’t worry if you make a mistake; it’s just part of learning. You’ll do your first strip at about eight thirty, then an hour later, then about ten thirty.”

“If you’ll come with me backstage, we’ll do some paperwork, and I’ll hand you several T shirts and see how you look in them.”

Brenda picked up her discarded bra, carrying it with her, following Roger.

“I wonder how many times that futon has been used for fucking,” Brenda joked, noticing it in Roger’s office.

“Quite a few, I’ll admit, but not my girls as much as a number of very appreciative women customers.”

“You don’t have to put on your bra,” Roger said, touching her hand. She liked him looking at her hard nipples as he recorded her vital information, including her measurements of 34-23-34.

“Try this shirt on, it’s a size small,” he said, handing it to her. She put it on over her head, smoothing it down over her breasts. “Fucking nice! Your nipples are almost showing. Flashing some tit will get you better tips. Now bend over, as if placing down a glass.” He observed her breasts filling in the edge of her shirt.

“Try on the medium, and we’ll compare the difference.”

He eyed her bare breasts as she took it off, replaced by the other. The medium looks just as good. Now lean over.” He looked down at the low opening of her top. “Yes, very nice. That lets me see one nipple or the other. Never wear a bra, and you’ll get lots of tips.”