Amateur night recce

[Post 10]

I wanted to check out the scene at an amateur strip night before I took the plunge. So when Matthew, a good friend of mine, told me that he was going to a club with a couple of other guys, I asked if I could tag along. He was a little surprized, but agreed.

The amateur show was quite late, so by the time the MC introduced the five contestants we'd all had a bit to drink already. The girls ranged in age from early twenties to thirties, with a couple of them on the overweight size. Then the show started. Each girl had different music, with each strip lasting about five minutes. All of them except one stripped totally naked, and paraded around without any embarrassment. They even leaned over the edge of the stage and allowed the men nearest them to fondle and lick their boobs! Three of them finished their act by sitting back on the edge of the stage and opening their legs wide.

It was a bit much for me. I couldn't see myself doing any of what those girls did. And tons of people were videoing the shows on the phones, so there was no chance of privacy. I realized that I'd have to shelve the live strip idea of mine.

When we were driving home, Matthew and I talked about the show, and eventually he asked me if I would ever consider taking part in amateur night. "I did think about," I admitted. "And that's why I wanted to go - to check it out. But there's no way I'm ready for that."

He looked at me in surprize. I guess that wasn't the answer he was expecting. "Wow, I'm amazed." He was silent for a while. "So if there was a more discreet opportunity, maybe a private party with no photography, would you do it then?"

That threw me. What was he thinking? "Maybe," I replied cautiously. "I'd have to be sure no pictures got out. And that nobody knew me."

"Except me, of course." Matthew laughed.

We didn't say any more about it, but the fact that Matthew was thinking about me stripping naked was a turn-on. We'd had a few dates but it hadn't really worked out. Now I wondered what would happen when he dropped me off. A kiss at the door? Should I invite him in? For coffee, or something more?

As it happened, it all fizzled out. Matthew's phone rang as we were getting out of the car, and he took so long that I just waved goodnight and went inside.

But two days later, while I was at work, Matthew phoned. "Remember what we spoke about last night? The private strip show?"

"Yes?"

"Well, a guy I know is having his bachelor's party next week, and we've arranged a stripper for him. When I suggested I could get an amateur stripper as a curtain-raiser he was very keen. So how about it? I don't think you'll know anybody there. And we can be very strict about photography. The party is at his house so we control it. I can even fetch you and take you home straight afterwards if you don't want to hang around with a room full of drunken men."

I was so taken aback that I couldn't answer. Was I up for this? Go for it! an inner voice urged. "Why not?" I heard myself saying.

"Great! I'll tell the guys and send you the details."

I was in a daze for the rest of the day. I'd agreed to do a strip show for a bunch of men! Was I mad? But I was also so turned on that I went into the loo, took off my panties and worked naked under my skirt for the rest of the day. I was even tempted to take my bra off, but with the blouse I was wearing that would have looked too obvious. Last thing I wanted was for the HR department to come down on me like a ton of bricks.