Chapter 2

A week went by before the same three girls came back. As they arrived at the bar, I smiled at them, but noticed that Loren was hanging back a little. When I saw her shake her head slightly, I could tell that she had kept our night together secret from her friends, so I didn't say anything that would give it away. I looked the girls over as I poured them coffee, and asked, "So, have you decided on something? I assume you have since you're back."

The one I had previously labelled as 'the brains of the outfit' spoke up. "Yes ... I think we're good to go. The bride liked the idea, and is willing to strip as long as her husband doesn't know. The rest of us have talked it over, and are willing to do it. Loren has been the most enthusiastic, so she's helped to talk the rest of us into it." I flashed a look at Loren, who was trying hard not to meet my eyes. She finally relented, and smiled shyly at me. I wondered if she had told the other girls about actually dancing, and how it had made her feel.

"So, since you've decided, is there anything else you need to know, and when do you want to do it?"

"We thought we might do it this Friday, if that's all right with you, and I guess we'll need to know how much it will cost."

"Well, Friday night shouldn't be a problem, although you will be in front of a bigger crowd, since Friday seems to be our biggest night. As far as cost goes..." I did some fast thinking, and said, "Tell you what ... if you let me run some ads to say that there will be special entertainment on Friday, then I'll let anyone who strips drink for free, and I'll throw in a couple of platters of munchies for your table. Does that work for you?"

Heads nodded all around, and a couple of smiles were evident. The one girl who hadn't spoken yet asked, "So taking off your clothes gets you free food and booze ... does this offer stand all the time?"

I grinned at her and said, "Darlin' if you're willing to come in and strip on the stage on a regular basis, I'll see to it that you drink free whenever you come in." The three girls all laughed at that, but I could see the gears turning in one or two heads, and I was beginning to think that I might have a new source of cheap entertainment available to me.

We started talking about other issues, such as the best kind of clothes and shoes to wear, since being able to gracefully take them off was going to be key. I also mentioned that they might make money in tips, and that anything they did make was theirs to keep. "You're not part of my staff, so there's no need to kick into the tip pot for the rest of the staff."

"This is pretty good—not only do we get free food and booze, but we can also make money, and all we have to do is take our clothes off and dance." There was a round of laughter after that comment. I let the conversation swirl around for a moment, then decided that there was an important issue I should raise.

"Before you get too deep into this, I want to make sure that you understand the risks that you will be taking. You will be naked in a bar full of bikers and rednecks, at least on the other side, and you will be naked in a lounge full of lesbians, who can be like hungry sharks. At the very least, you will have plenty of crude comments made about you. If you come down off the stage, you will be felt up, groped, and poked by any number of people. It can be overwhelming, and you will not be able to count on me or my staff to keep that from happening."

There was silence for a moment, before the 'brains' quietly asked, "Are you telling us we'll get raped if we do this?"

I thought for a second about how to approach this. "As I said the last time we met, I can guarantee that you won't end up pulling a train. However, on the men's side, I can't absolutely guarantee that you won't get fucked, but I can say that no one will use any amount of force to do it." I could see that there was still a lack of understanding about what I was trying to say.

"Let me give you a scenario ... and this is the kind of thing that happens all the time ... you're wandering through the crowd, naked. You get to a table, and some guy has his pants undone and his dick is hanging out. He pulls you down onto his lap, so you're sitting on his cock. If you move around a bit, that cock will go into you, and technically you're now getting fucked. Or, maybe he pulls you down into his lap and starts rubbing your pussy. You have an orgasm while you're sitting there, entertaining everyone at his table."

"What about on this side?"

"Over here there's actually a higher likelihood of you having a very public orgasm. Many of the lesbians who come here are quite aggressive, especially when it involves naked straight women. You could get groped while you're on stage dancing, and if you wander through the crowd afterward, I can pretty much guarantee that you will have one or more orgasms. I wouldn't be surprised to see one woman behind you holding your boobs, and another in front chowing down on your pussy until you come screaming, maybe even more than once." After a second, I added a thought. "If you've never been with a woman before, it will be your chance to see if you swing both ways."

Two of the faces were now quite flushed, although Loren seemed very serene, and was sitting with her eyes closed. I was fairly sure she was reliving her own experience, both at the hands of the spectators that evening, and later, in my bed. I thought that I might have been a bit harsh, so I decided that some clarification was needed.

"Look, I'm not saying that if you dance you will get raped, whether it's by a man, or a woman. I'm just trying to point out that events can't always be controlled, and you may get to experience some things that go beyond what your sheltered view of life has been to this point. I want to make sure that you go into this with your eyes wide open. I don't want you coming back at me because some big hairy ape stuck a finger in your pussy, or some lesbian sat you on a table and licked your clit. More than likely, you'll all get to experience something you've never done, and you'll be able to tell your granddaughters about the time you stripped in a biker bar, and you'll be laughing your ass off when you do."

There was silence for another moment or two while they all looked at each other with questioning expressions on their faces. They seemed to come to some kind of silent agreement, then the 'brains' looked at me and nodded. "We're in. Friday night it is. Any particular time we should arrive?"

"For what you're going to do, you don't want to be here at six. I'd say any time after ten would be good to start things off. You might want to think about whether to perform on the men's side first, or the women's. It's your choice, but you might want to do the men's first, since that will be a little more familiar, before you tackle getting naked with a group of lesbians."

I saw a couple of them nodding, then they gathered up their belongings and headed for the door. A moment later I saw Loren come running back in. She flowed into my arms, and said, "I told them I dropped my keys in here, so I've only got a second." She gave me a quick kiss, filled with promises, and I felt her tongue slide across my lower lip. "Thanks for not saying anything to them, you know ... about us."

"My lips are sealed ... at least until they're on part of your body." She rolled her eyes at the comment. "Are you going to stay after you dance on Friday?"

"I don't know. Do you think I need another lesson on how to eat pussy?"

"I don't know about that, but here's something to think about until Friday gets here ... imagine yourself on the stage, naked. Your hands are tied behind the stripper pole, and every woman in the place is lined up, waiting for their chance to come up on stage and lick your pussy until you scream." I kissed her as she moaned in her throat, and squeezed one of her breasts, then released her. "You better get going before they come looking for you."

"Or before I come, period." She grinned at me impishly, then spun toward the door, saying, "Seeya Friday," over her shoulder.

Friday night arrived, and both sides of the 'house were crowded, and a little rowdy. The waitresses all reported that they were selling drinks as fast as the bartenders could pour them, and all of the customers seemed to be a little free with their hands. There also seemed to be a number of questions about when the entertainment would start, as the advertising seemed to have spread the news around even better than I had thought.

At about 9:30, a group of ten young women came in through the women's side, and made their way to the bar. They asked for me, so one of the bartenders came to my office to tell me that it looked like the entertainment had arrived. I came out to greet them, and saw that they were all in skirts and blouses, and fairly high heels. They all seemed to be wearing stockings, and I hoped they weren't pantyhose of any kind.

The bride was wearing a mock veil on her head, while several of the girls were wearing colour-matched outfits. I assumed that they must be the bridesmaids; two of them were part of the group that had originally met with me. There were two more that I hadn't met so we exchanged greetings and introductions all around. When I shook Loren's hand, I held it a little longer than the others, and I saw her blush a little, but I resisted pulling her into my arms and helping her out of her clothes.

I decided that the best thing would be to take all of the women into the back, rather than having them out front where they might get hit on a little prematurely. We had a couple of rooms in the back that were used for staff meetings, or the occasional private function, so I turned one of those over to the women. Once they were settled in, I let them know that their stuff would be safe there, then decided that a review of the plan wouldn't be a bad idea.

"Just to be on the safe side, I think I should go over the arrangements one more time. My apologies if this is too much repetition for those of you who have already met with me, but most of you will have only received this information secondhand. For you, this is how it's going to be." I looked around to make sure that everyone was listening to me, and I saw Loren give me a little smile.

"You should start out on the men's side, and do the women's side later on. Whichever stage you're using will be lit so you'll be quite visible, and we'll have rock music playing for you to dance to. I don't know how many of you are actually going to strip, but you may want to have one person who is looking after the clothes that each dancer takes off. If you just toss them into the crowd, you likely won't get them back. Speaking of clothes—I notice that all of you are wearing stockings. If they are proper stockings, then you're good to go, 'cause stockings are sexy. You likely won't even need to take them off. If any of you are wearing pantyhose, get rid of them before you go out there. It is impossible to take pantyhose off while you're dancing."

I didn't see any of the girls looking guilty, so I continued. "When you go up on the stage, you can go by yourself, or you can go up as pairs or triplets. I would suggest not taking more than three at a time because the stages aren't that big, and there's only one pole."

Since I was now getting to the heart of things, I decided to try a little experiment. I looked over the group, and picked out the girl who seemed to be the most nervous. I pointed at her, and asked, "What's your name, honey?"

She looked a little startled. "L-Lisa."

"Stand up, please." She stared for a second, then slowly stood. "Are you going to dance, or are you here just for moral support?"

She looked a little scared, but said, "I-I'm g-going to dance. We all agreed to do this, and we made a pact that we all have to strip."

"Okay. Take your blouse off."

Her eyes got very wide, and some of the colour left her face. "Wh-what?"

"Take your blouse off." I crossed my arms in front of me and looked at her impatiently. She made no move to undo any buttons. After a few more seconds, I said, "If you can't take your blouse off in here with just your friends watching, how do you expect to go out there and strip naked?"

I picked out another one of the girls. "You ... same thing. Stand up and take your blouse off."

I was a little surprised when she did exactly that. She looked a little mousey, but didn't hesitate to undo the buttons and slip the blouse down her arms. I moved over to stand in front of her, and held my hand out for her blouse. When she gave it to me, I said, "Now the bra." Her eyes never left my face as she popped the front catch and slipped the bra off, then gave it to me.

"Do you want the rest of my clothes, too?" Her expression didn't give much away.

I smirked at her, and looked down at her breasts for the first time. They were very pretty B-cups with nice nipples. "No, you've proved yourself." As I handed her clothes back to her, I said, "Those are quite nice, by the way."

"Thank you ... I guess."

I stepped in front of the first girl, who still had made no move to undo even a single button. I didn't say anything at first, but when she still didn't react, I said, "I guess you're not dancing tonight." I looked over at the rest of the group. "If you get out on the stage, and you can't get your clothes off, then you had better get off and run for this room. If you get on that stage, everyone in that room will be expecting to see you naked. If you freeze up, there's a good chance that they will help you get naked, and you probably won't get your clothes back. If you're not prepared to be naked, then don't leave this room."

"I'm going to dance."

The voice came from behind me, and I turned around. I couldn't tell who had spoken. "Who said that?"

"I did. I'm going to dance."

It was Lisa, who still hadn't taken her blouse off. I gave her an intimidating glare, and asked, "You're going to go out there, climb up on the stage, and strip for everyone?"

"Yes." She didn't flinch from my gaze, but I still didn't think she could do it.

"All right. Last chance. Get naked. You can keep your shoes and stockings, but I want everything else." Once again, I folded my arms and waited for her to react, fully expecting that her primary reaction would be to burst into tears.

Her eyes stayed locked on mine as she actually started undoing buttons and clips and zippers, handing me each piece of clothing in turn. When she was done, she put her hands on her hips and waited for my reaction. She had a very nice trim figure with firm breasts and a small waist. Her pubic hair was mostly shaved, except for a little soul patch high up on her mons. The stockings nicely framed her pussy, with their black lace tops setting off the lighter colour of her pelvic area.

I decided to make a bit of an example of her, so I put my hands on her shoulders and turned her to face away from me. I walked her up to one of the other girls, and said, "Play with her nipples." As I expected, she didn't do it, but gave me a very strange look. I brought my hands down to Lisa's breasts, and cupped them, giving them a little squeeze while I was at it.

"Getting your boobs felt up while you're naked is probably the least thing that will happen to you. My waitresses get groped worse than this every time they work a shift. Since you'll be completely naked, you can expect that people will reach up to the stage to touch you, and as soon as you come down off the stage, you will be in the middle of the crowd. You will definitely get touched at that point." While I was talking, I had been playing with Lisa's nipples, and they were now standing very erect. I gave them a final tug, then released them and told her to get dressed.

"Now, final instructions. When you dance, don't take too long to get your clothes off. At proper strip clubs, the general plan is to lose your blouse and skirt during the first song, your underwear during the second song, and then to dance naked for the third song. You can take a little longer than that, but if you're too slow the crowd will get upset.

"After your dance, my advice is to wander through the crowd for a minute or two. You could even stay out while the next girl does her entire set, then you can leave the floor when she comes off the stage. While you're out there on the floor, you will get groped and you will likely get fingers put into wet places. Don't freak about it, but try not to stand still for too long, unless you don't mind having an orgasm that a lot of people will see.

"You will be asked to have sex while you're naked. Whether or not you do is up to you, but I would advise against it. Don't bend over in front of anyone, and don't offer to suck or fuck anyone while you're out there. If you make an offer, you will get taken up on it, and that means you'll get fucked. At the very least, you can expect to find fingers in your pussy, or even a tongue in there, especially on the women's side. To avoid problems, you may just want to go with the flow; the worst that will happen is an orgasm or two, and an experience to talk about over drinks at some future date."

I looked around the room, and saw a group of pretty, but slightly scared young women. "One final point—the bartenders and waitresses have been instructed that anyone who strips gets to drink for free, and there will be some snacks set up for you in this room. I would advise you not to drink too much; a shot or two of liquid courage is fine, but you can't dance if you're drunk, and you won't be able to stop someone from trying to fuck you. Save the heavy drinking until later, after you've finished your show."

I took one more look around. "Any final questions?" When no one said anything, I said, "Okay. I'm going to go out and announce you, so who's going to go first?" I wasn't surprised when Loren stood up and moved to my side. She was followed by another girl. Neither of them were dressed like the bridesmaids, so I thought they might have planned to have the main wedding party dance last, while the other girls worked as the warm-up acts.

I led the two women out to the bar, and then through to the men's side. As we approached the stage, I pulled out the remote control, and turned on the lights, and the music, kicking its volume up high just to attract attention. I told the two women to wait for their introduction, and I climbed the stage with a microphone in my hand.

Once I was centred in the lights, I lowered the music volume, and turned on my microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, and I use the term loosely for both groups." There was laughter and a few catcalls from the crowd. "Tonight, we have a special treat for you. There is a young woman who is getting married, and she wants to have a last wild night before she does. She and her friends have decided to entertain you, so we're going to have a parade of pretty women coming up here to dance, and take their clothes off."

There was prolonged cheering and foot-stomping, including some loud whistling, and I waited for the noise to die down. "Now, keep in mind that they've never done this before, so they're probably scared to death. Try to be nice to them, and let them have some fun. If this works out well, we might even do it again some time."

I killed my microphone, and raised the level of the music, then turned to see who was going first. Loren climbed up onto the stage, and I smiled at her. "How did I just know that you would be first?"

"Somebody has to show them how it's done." She grinned, and blew me a kiss, then strutted into the centre of the stage, putting her back against the pole as she looked over the crowd.

Her entrance was perfectly timed with the start of a new song, and she started swaying and dancing to the beat of the music, quickly getting into a rhythm. No one had moved up to the stage yet, so she strutted around it, right out to the edge, not worrying about any hands reaching out to her. After one circuit, she started undoing her blouse buttons, and I noticed that a few people around the room had started watching her.

With her blouse undone, she went to work on her bra, and removed it through the armholes of her blouse. She handed the bra off to the other girl, and then started to flash people around the room, quickly opening and closing her blouse, and holding her breasts in her hands, but not actually going topless yet. A moment later, she popped the catch on her skirt, and let it drop to the floor. She was wearing a thong, and danced around the stage to flash her ass at different people. There were a few people gathered around the stage by this time, and a couple of hands made contact with her legs, but only briefly as she kept moving around.

As the next song started, Loren changed her strut to put more bounce in her walk, and to bend over to show her ass to the crowd. She played with her breasts, and flashed them to the crowd, but was still wearing the blouse, so she was still somewhat covered. After one more circuit, she worked her arms out of the blouse, then covered a breast in each hand, and shrugged the blouse off onto the floor.

She started another strut around the stage, bending over and shaking her breasts in her hands, but not actually showing them off. At one point, she stopped in front of one of the biker chicks, and asked, "Want to touch them?" She knelt down in front of the woman, and waited for her hands to come up, then quickly moved them to cover her breasts as she pulled her own hands away. A roar went up in the crowd as it was obvious that the chick was squeezing the breasts, but nothing was visible to anyone.

Loren slid her own hands back under the chick's, winking at her, and then stood back up just as a few hands started to touch her legs. She laughed as she shook her breasts at the crowd, and moved to a different part of the stage where one of the bikers had his hands out, and a five-dollar bill between his fingers. Loren knelt in front of him, waited until his hands were properly positioned, then pulled her hands away and plucked the bill out of his fingers. He gave them a firm massage, and then she slid her hands back to cover her breasts once more. As she stood up, he made a fast grab for her thong, but she twisted out of his reach, and released one breast to wag a finger at him.

She put a surprised expression on her face, making it look like she hadn't meant to uncover the breast as she shifted her gaze back and forth from the breast to her finger. Finally she shrugged her shoulders, and uncovered the other one to the laughter of the crowd. After another circuit of the stage, she started leaning over and letting people touch her breasts, and collecting money while she was at it. A few hands tried to grab her thong, but she managed to retain it until the second song was ending.

As the third song started, she flashed her rear at various people in the crowd, and started running her hands over her ass and then playing with the thong, flashing her pussy at a few people. When she saw a hand with a twenty-dollar bill in it, she danced over to its owner, and allowed him to pull her thong down, baring her shaved pussy to the crowd. The hand returned to slide over her mound, but she pulled back when one of its fingers tried to enter her.