Chapter 26

Tuesday night, October 26, 2021

Tuesday night turned out to be both what I was afraid of and what I’d hoped for. For my last dance, I wore the Nude Flow Mini Dress again, slowly unbuttoning it down the front. I had no bra, just naked tits under it, and I slid my g-string down over my stockings and heels. I closed my eyes for a moment, lost in the memory and completely turned on.

And then after ... I strolled out onto the floor, looking for my last ‘victim’ of the night, wearing the cupless negligee, the tiny g-string, and a pair of nipple pasties barely big enough to cover my nipples, marginally legal, black stockings, and my six-inch heels.

I knew exactly who I wanted, she looked to be in her thirties, thirty-seven, to be exact, I guessed, sophisticated, wearing a gold-colored, just above the knees skirt, and a silver blouse that shimmered when she moved, like a beautiful office manager, maybe even one of the attorneys in a law firm might wear. Several of the girls, even Katie, had approached her and her date during the evening, all of them turned away. She’d sat drinking and watching alongside her husband (I assumed), a brown-haired man maybe a few years older, forty-two, in a suit jacket, who was the image of a much younger Mark, our sixty-three-year-old financial consultant in Seattle, the man I’d spent a night with re-awakening his senses to the pleasure of femininity after his wife had passed years before.

He would be a bonus, but my goal was the raven-haired, elegant beauty he was with. I could envision Bindi, my Australian Goddess-model, being her in a few years. I had an almost uncontrollable urge to kiss her, to unbutton that blouse and press my tits against hers, wrap my lips around her nipples, feel hers on mine.

I was wishing that her hair was down, not in a bun.

I’d forgone the slingshotting of the g-string that night, deciding instead to go for broke, her or no one.

I approached their table, noticing right away, wedding rings, they were married, which I’d already suspected, they didn’t look like a ‘dating’ couple.

“Hi,” I said, “my name’s, Tara, mind if I sit?”

The gentleman stood and pulled out a chair for me, something I’m not accustomed to in the club, “Travis,” he said as I sat.

“Jamie,” the lady responded, her voice soft and sweet.

“I haven’t seen you before, you from out of town?” I asked, just as Elaina, one of the new waitresses stopped and asked if I wanted anything to drink.

“Please, tell Jeff that I’d love my regular ... and make it strong,” I told her. No more dances, last customer, and I hoped I’d need something strong, not the watery, non-alcoholic stuff we girls usually got. “Oh, and have him put Travis and Jamie’s tab on mine,” I told her.

She left, and I followed her with my eyes, remembering when I was her, wearing nothing except the tiny g-string and pasties that adorned her body. Now, I’ve graduated to, and I chuckled, an even tinier g-string, cupless lingerie and smaller pasties ... which I hated having to wear. I wanted to be naked on top.

And those, I desperately wanted this woman to take them off of me, very shortly.

“Sorry, none of my business, I was just wondering...”

“No, it’s fine,” Travis said, “we are from out of town, I’m from Utah, Jamie’s from...”

“Arkansas,” she cut in, “we’re accountants, met yesterday at a conference,” she added, taking me by surprise – accountants? Just met?

She laughed, “I see that that surprises you a little bit, it’s just ... today was a horribly boring day, Travis and I went to dinner earlier and thought it’d be fun ... You know, neither of us had ever been to a place like this, and tomorrow’s going to be long and boring too.”

I chuckled, “Well, yeah, you did surprise me, but it shouldn’t have, I’m here for much the same reason, a boring life, I’m a teacher ... or was, high school math and science, wanted to do something a bit more ... exciting.”

I realized they were the first customers I’d admitted my real profession to, other than Brandon. I looked around, no one else was paying attention, especially none of the girls.

We spent the next several minutes just visiting, I learned that they were both happily married, just not to each other, interesting. I wondered if they’d discussed sleeping arrangements or if ‘whatever’ was just going to happen, or maybe not. Maybe this was no more than a new friendship away from home, two people that had decided something outlandish on a lark, a break from a couple of normal, boring lives.

“Since you’ve never been to a club before, I’d love to show you a little more of the club experience, care to find somewhere a little more private?” I asked, trying hard to act nonchalant. I was even more intrigued by this couple and wanted them in the back more than ever.

Jamie blushed at my suggestion, I was sure she wanted to, but even coming here was a bit much for her. Travis cleared his throat, “I ... uhh, didn’t plan on anything like that, I didn’t bring any cash, and I know...”

I shushed him, “Some, most of the girls here are here for the money they can earn, I’m not. Like I said, I’m here for the excitement, I enjoy it, I don’t really care about the money. It’s nice sometimes, especially with some people, but you two ... you don’t need a penny to spend a little time in the back with me. I wouldn’t even want it.”

It seemed funny to say that, after those first few weeks...

I saw the skepticism in his eyes, hers, too. “Really, I mean it, all we need to do is talk if you want, but I really would love to have a little privacy with you,” and I put my hand on Travis’s arm, rubbing my bare tit against his shoulder, just ... you know, a little enticement, “please,” I added.

He and Jamie looked at each other and a silent agreement seemed to have been reached, “Okay,” she finally said.

I got up and took her hand, “Bring your drinks,” I told them, and led both of them to room number three.

Inside, Jamie and Travis sat on the couch, and I pushed the loveseat a little closer, feeling the thrill of both sets of eyes on my near-naked tits. How I wanted one or both of them to take off the pasties and to feel a set of lips sucking them in!

But ... first things first, “You’re a beautiful woman,” I told Jamie, and glanced back and forth between them, “I find it fascinating...”

“That we’re accountants ... and here?” she said, her face blushing, “and thank you.”

I laughed, “Well, you have to admit it isn’t exactly that accountants have a huge reputation for strip clubs,” I suggested.

“And high school math teachers commonly sideline in stripping?” she asked.

I couldn’t help but smile, “Touche, I guess we can put our biases aside and just enjoy the rest of the evening. We have ... the club closes at one, so we have forty-five minutes. What would you like to do?” I asked.

“First, I have a question,” Jamie began, “how exactly, does a math teacher become a stripper, if you don’t mind me asking? I know what you said, but I still don’t get it. And what’s it like, doing ... you know, then dressing like...” and she motioned toward me, looking me up and down.

I chuckled, “No, perfectly fair question, and there is a story behind it,” deciding right then to discard my canned answer that I’d prepared and tell the real story, at least a very condensed version, the three minute one that actually came closer to two-and-a-half; the meeting in Tampa, the upcoming movie, the one month morphing into three ... I skipped over sooo much, but they got the drift of how and why I was here.

Both Jamie and Travis sat there, mouths gaping when they realized... “I knew you looked like someone ... I just couldn’t place,” she said when I’d finished.

“Yes, it’s me, Daniella Shore, high school math teacher turned actress turned stripper, but I’m going by Tara here,” I confirmed.

“So ... how ... what’s it like, doing ... this?” she asked once again.

I smiled at them, “I was terrified, both when I realized what the waitress costume was, that’s how I started my first few nights, then on my third night when the manager suddenly told me I was on stage in ten minutes, I nearly ran away, I was terror-stricken. Once I started dancing and was down to my g-string and pasties, I realized what a gigantic difference there is between those and nothing. But by the time I was sliding the g-string down, I was so turned on, and it’s been that way ever since.

“I know that to a lot of the girls, it’s just a job, a way to earn good money, they have to act like they like it, but I really do love it, that excitement when I get naked on stage hasn’t dimmed even a tiny bit. Whatever panties I’m wearing, usually a g-string, are always soaked by the time I take them off.

“And the after, these back-room visits, I wasn’t misleading. I’d been noticing the two of you since you walked in, hoping I’d get the chance to invite you back here. Matter of fact, I wore this especially for you ... hoping you’d take it off of me.”

And we sat, quietly watching each other. Finally, after three or four minutes, I stood in front of Travis and took his hand, pulling him to his feet, and looked down at myself. “Travis, would you...” I asked, letting him fill in the blanks of my request.

I saw the desire in his eyes, but his arms stayed by his side, his hands opening and closing in nervousness. “The ... no touching rule?” his quivering voice asked.

I smiled, “Not in here, in here it’s up to the girl, and I want ... I want to feel your hands on me,” and I took his right hand in my left, and placed it on my left tit, looking down at it. “Please ... take it off.”

I felt the vibration of his shaking fingers, my pussy gushing, soaking my g-string, as he gripped the edge of the pastie, his eyes glued to my tit, and peeled it away, freeing my stone-hard nipple.

He dropped the pastie, and an instant later, I felt his fingers return, still shaking, caressing my tit, squeezing my nipple. I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan ... eight weeks, and after the night I’d just had with Taylor and Austin, the night earlier in the club...

“Ooh, your fingers feel so, so good, the other too, please,” I heard myself say, so softly it was barely audible. My libido was sky-high, soaring above the clouds. I hoped that both Travis and Jamie were there with me.