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Administrator — Fri, 29 Feb 2008 19:07:59 +0000

The manager was late thirties, early forties, with a
slightly receding hair line. “Great, now do you want to
join the contest?” I shook my head yes. “Okay, now I
need to double check your I.D. again (we had been carded
as we entered). I showed him my driver’s license.
“Looks okay, now here is an application. Fill it out and
I’ll take you back stage. You won’t be allowed back
stage (he had turned to Craig) though. One of the girls
will help you get set. We have extra costumes and
they’ll explain the rules and tricks. There are five
other girls tonight and they are already back there
getting ready. You’ll go on last to give you time to
complete the form and get ready. I’ll be back in a
minute to pick this up and take you back there.” He left
the table and talked with the bartender.
The application was pretty straight forward. It
just wanted basic information (name, address, etc.).
Most of it was taken up with a disclaimer relieving the
bar of any responsibility for about anything that might
happen. My hand shook as I signed it.
The manager returned and I handed him the form. I
left Craig and followed the manager back stage. Some of
the men turned and looked as we walked to the door.
Another girl was on so they didn’t look long. Backstage
were a couple of small rooms. The first, he called it
the costume room, had three racks of exotic looking
clothes. The tall brunette (with the heart shaped hair)
we had watched earlier put her head in the door. She was
wearing a plain white robe.
“Shelly, I want you to meet Pamela, she’s going to
be in the contest tonight. Do you think you can get her
set up?” the manager asked.
“Okay Gene, when does she go on?” she replied.
“She’ll be last so you’ll have a little time.” the
manager said as he headed out the door.
“Hi, you a little bit nervous?” Shelly asked. I
nodded. “Don’t worry, you’ll do alright. They will like
you.” she said looking me up and down. “Let’s find
something good for you to wear. What’s your best color?”
I replied, “White” as we stepped in front of the
racks.
“I thought so, its one of my favorites too. It
highlights a tan so well.”, she said.
“Your’s is certainly nice . It must come from
living at the beach.”, I said.
“Yes, I know a nice little private beach.”, Shelly
commented.
“I’d love to go there sometime. Where is it?” I
asked.
“Sorry, its tough to find and you have to have
permission to go there.”, she replied. ” Now we have to
get started. We start at the end and work backwards.”
she said as she opened a drawer on a chest. “Here’s a
garter belt, some stockings a g-string. The belts
adjustable and the g-string has velcros so it can adjust
to most any size. It also makes it easier to take off.”
Shelly said demonstrating how both sizes could be release
in the air. “What size bust are you?” she asked.
“34C” I replied.
She opened another drawer and started searching
through bras. She finally pulled a white one out and
handed it to me. “It hooks in the front to make it
easier. Now change into this and we’ll find something to
go over it.” I started taking my clothes off. “When you
get out there, make sure you smile. Dance all you want
and have fun with it. The crowd picks the winner and
they can tell if you are just going through the motions.
Make sure you are at the back of the stage when you take
anything off. That way you can throw back to side and it
won’t disappear into the crowd. Anything you throw to
the crowd, Gene will make you pay for. Also, be careful
you don’t get to close to the edge. We once had a girl
who fell into the crowd. Not a pretty sight.”
I had taken off my blouse and bra and was about to
put the white bra she had picked out for me on. “Hang on
one minute. A little lip gloss well help highlight your
nipples.” Shelly handed my a jar from one of the tables.
I stood in front of a mirror and applied some brown gloss
to each nipple. “Let me help you with the bra. If you
don’t get it on right, it’ll rub the gloss all over and
they would look worse”. She helped line the lacy, semi
sheer bra up as I put it on. “Now you are not allowed to
let anyone touch out there. We’d lose our liquor
license.” I was actually relieved to hear that. I had
taken my shoes off and was removing my jeans. I had
piled the clothes on an empty spot on the dressing table.
“You’ll have about five minutes so don’t go too
slowly. But don’t take it all off too quickly either. I
can’t teach you pacing in time but we will have someone
in the wings who will yell out the time remaining in
minutes. Don’t count on be able to hear them though. If
you are doing it right, the crowd will drown her out.” I
had slid the g-string on and had adjusted the belt. I
slid the white stockings up my legs and connected them.
“Stick to the basics. Don’t try anything fancy.
I’d leave the stockings and garter belt on. Some girls
try to take them off too, but it takes up too much time
and it takes practice to make it look graceful.” I stood
up.
“Okay, lets find something to go over that. I know
just the thing.” Shelly disappeared behind one of the
racks and came back with a silk white night shirt. “The
lights work so well on this. All you have to do is
unbutton it down too. No muse your hair taking something
over your head.”
Suddenly, an especially loud roar came from the
crowd. “They must be starting.” Shelly said looking
over her shoulder into the hall. I had been a little
self conscious of the open door as I changed, but had
only seen an occasional women pass by (including the girl
who had been on stage when I came back stage. She had
passed by still naked, carrying her clothes.). I put the
silk night shirt on and buttoned it up. The music
resumed outside so the first contestant was probably on
stage. My stomach flip flopped.
Shelly must have noticed my tenseness. “Relax,
you’ll do great. If you feel yourself freezing on stage,
just look up into the lights. Then you won’t be able to
see anyone. No one is going to force you to do anything
you are uncomfortable with. Lets go to the dancer’s
lounge and wait.”
Shelly handed me a short robe which I rapped around
myself. We exited the room (I was glad I had left my
purse with Craig). As we walked down the hall Shelly
said, “Don’t let the other girls intimidate you. A
couple of them do this fairly regularly, trying to win
the money. Its actually tougher for them as the men like
new faces.”
We entered another room. It had mirrors and
dressing tables along one side and a couple of old
couches. There was also a small wet bar to one side.
Shelly took me there and poured me a glass of white wine.
There were four other girls in the room, all wearing
robes. The girl who had been on stage and that I had
seen walking down the hall naked, was now robed and
sipping a drink and smoking a cigarette at one of the
dressing tables.
Three girls were sitting on a couch. Shelly took me
to the couch and said, “Hey girls, we got another
entrant. This is Pamela.”
I said hello to each of my three competitors (the
other was already on stage). The first, an unbelievable
good looking blonde with a big chest introduced herself
as Lisa. They must have had to check her I.D. twice as
she looked no more than eighteen. She had on a black
wraparound skirt and a silk blouse. It was obvious that
she had a black bra underneath. The second girl was a
mid thirtyish brunette who looked a little out of place.
Her name was Ellen. She was not particular well built
and was a bit hippy. She looked really nervous and her
drink shook in her hand. I was willing to bet she was a
housewife on vacation whose husband had put her up to
this. She was dressed in a blue dress that had a zipper
down the front. The third girl looked to be in her mid
twenties. Her name was Karen. She had light brown hair
and a tight body. She had a red teddy on and red
stockings.
Shelly took me over to the remaining dressing table
and helped me with my make-up. The blonde that Craig and
I had seen first, popped her head in the door. “Okay
Karen, your up.” Karen rose and followed the blonde out
of the room.
A minute latter the crowd noise rose. The first
contestant must have finished. A moment later, a petite
blond entered the room, wearing a robe and carrying her
clothes. She set the clothes down (some sort of pink
dress) and grabbed a drink. She said “hi” to Shelly but
ignored me.
Shelly whispered, “That’s Elizabeth, she one of the
regulars I told you about. The other one is Lisa. Lisa
nice but stay away from Elizbeth. She likes to play mind
games.”
Ellen was looking more nervous. She was to go on
next. She had put down her drink and was tightly holding
her hands together.
Shelly finished up with my make up and stood back to
admire the results. “Beautiful! Okay your going on
last. After your done, pick up your clothes and come
back stage. All the girls will be waiting for the
judging. We will give you a minute to put the panties
back on. Then put the robe back on and all of you will
go back on stage. They will hold the judging. Usually,
when they call your name, you step forward and open your
robe. You don’t have to because the judging will already
be over, but most everyone still dose it. Take a bow and
return to the line. They then announce the runner ups
and the winner. The winner is expected to dance for
another couple of minutes, and then gets presented the
check. The other contestants move back stage. Any prize
money for runners up is presented when they are
announced. Only the winner waits until after her encore.
Once back stage, everyone is free to dress and leave.
Your welcome to hang out back here if you want but no men
are allowed back stage. We’ll be at it until two.
Sometimes, if someone been really good, and they want to
do it again, Gene lets them dance a regular set with us.”
Shelly said.

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Administrator — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 20:38:38 +0000

As the sun began to set, I knew I was running out of
time. Craig joined me in the shower and immediately
dropped to his knees and buried his face in my mound. He
certainly was not going to make it easy for me. I
dressed for dinner in blue jeans and a blouse (I wasn’t
going to make it as easy as the night before for him
either. I even wore a bra!). We ate at a nice seafood
place. Craig tried to keep pouring liquor into me but I
paced myself. I had been thinking about what he had
said. I had a fantasy about being a stripper, but I
wasn’t sure I wanted to turn it into reality. I figured
that the lounge would be dingy, the women slutty, and the
men would all have beer guts.
After dinner, Craig looked at me expectantly. “I’ll
go look, but I won’t decide till later.” I said. He
grinned and hurriedly drove us to the lounge. At the
entrance, a bouncer told us about the cover charge. He
asked if I was interested in competing for the $500.00
prize. Craig said that I might be but we wanted to check
it out. He said that we needed to check in with the
manager at the bar by 10:00 if I wanted to enter. He
explained that the competition did not start till 10:30,
and that the regular girls worked before that.
The room was semi dark and the music was loud. I
clung to Craig instinctively as we entered the room
filled with men. I could see just a couple of women in
the crowd. It was not dirty or seedy. The men were
mostly young, and only a few looked like they should be
driving around in pickup trucks with gun racks. We
worked our way to the bar and I could just barely see the
stage area between all the men (there must have been over
300 of them!). The stage was well lit from track lights
that hung down similar to the disco we had ben to on
Saturday night. No one was on the stage and most of the
men were milling about. Waitresses scurried about (fully
clothed, but in short cocktail outfits). We found a
small table for two at the bar when two men got up and
left. We could see the stage. Although not the best
sits in the house, they would certainly be adequate for
our needs. A waitress came to our table almost
immediately and took our order. This wasn’t too bad but
I didn’t want to be too clear headed if I was going to go
through with this. The waitress swiftly returned with
the drinks and Craig ordered another round.

Sun Tan And Sex

Administrator — Wed, 15 Aug 2007 10:10:17 +0000

There is something so sensual about the beach…the
hot sun warming, the pounding of the waves, wearing
skimpy clothing, the night life of the bars, a strange
bedroom where you don’t have to clean up afterwards. I
always over indulge all my appetites at the beach. I eat
too much, drink too much…
We arrived at the hotel and checked in. Our room
was high up in the hotel, overlooking the beach. As
Craig set the bags in the room, I opened the sliding
glass door to the balcony and stepped out. It was going
be a beautiful sunny day. I couldn’t wait to sit out on
the beach. Craig disappeared into the bathroom and I
swiftly changed into my bikini. It was a white strapless
number cut high on the sides that really set off my tan
and dark hair well.

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