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[Post 12]

Even while Matthew and I were driving to the bachelor's party I still wasn't sure whether I would have the courage to go through with it. I was dressed in an old sweat shirt and jeans, with my stripper gear in a bag. Could I do it? I was nervous and excited at the same time.

The house turned out to be quite an exclusive pad. The lounge was big and the furniture had been cleared away to make space. About fifteen people were scattered about, drinking and talking, as Matthew and I walked in. All of them seemed to be men in their thirties and forties.

A good-looking chap came over. "I'm Steven," he said. "You must be the first-time stripper? Jenny, right?"

"Yes." I shook his hand. "Amateur actually. I've never done anything like this before."

Steven grinned. "I'm sure you'll do fine. Let me show you where you can change and get ready. Can we start in about fifteen minutes?" I nodded and followed him through the lounge and down a short corridor. "Have you got music?"

I handed him my USB drive. "Yes. There's only one track on there."

"Thanks. I'll call you when we're ready to start." He stopped at a closed door. "This is the change room. The other girl is already in there. She'll perform after you."

The changing room was a spare bedroom. The professional stripper was sitting at a desk doing her makeup. She was a brunette, tall and very pretty. She was wearing a simple red dress with a plunging neckline that showed every contour of what was obviously a fantastic figure. My nervousness increased. "Hi." She smiled at me. "I'm Pam. First time, huh?"

"Jenny. And yes. I'm so nervous you won't believe it."

She laughed. "Don't be. Just think of it as a job. Go out there, take off your clothes and go home with a wad of cash. Simple."

"Easy for you to say. I've never done anything like this before."

"What will you be wearing?"

I took out my skirt, blouse and undies and showed them to her. "And these heels."

"Put them on and let me see."

It was a little awkward getting undressed with Pam watching me. But I told myself I'd better get used to it. I slipped off my clothes and put on my stripping outfit as casually as I could. Pam looked me up and down. "Nice," she said. "But I think you should lose the heels. They get in the way when you're trying to get your clothes off elegantly. Rather go barefoot. Have you practiced?"

"Yes, quite a lot."

She nodded. "OK. Just remember to go slow. And don't show them everything at once. Keep the bastards guessing. Are you going fully nude, or just topless?"

I smiled nervously. "I still haven't decided yet."

"Not a problem. You can see how things are going and how you feel, then decide. I didn't take my panties off until my third of fourth strip." She stood up and gestured at the seat in front of the mirror. "OK, time to get ready."

I sat down, combed my hair and put on my makeup. My hands were shaking and part of me was screaming "Get out now! Run!" But I stayed put, finished up and took off the high heels. What she said about the shoes made sense. A minute later there was a knock on the door and Steven poked his head inside. "Are you ready, Jenny?" I nodded. "OK, come into the corridor and I'll start the music as soon as you give me the thumbs-up."

I followed him outside and stood hidden from view. I went over my routine in my head, my stomach churning. Was I up for this? Would I mess it up? Would I run out in panic? Or worse, would the guys think I was terrible and a waste of time?

I heard Steven talking. He quietened everybody down, then announced that there would an amateur stripper first who had never done anything like this before. "No funny business," he said sternly. "You can clap or cheer, but be respectful. And no touching. Is everybody clear?"

There was a ragged "Yes" from the assembled crowd and I felt slightly better. Steven stepped into view and looked at me. I gave him a thumbs-up, my hand shaking. I didn't trust myself to speak. A few seconds later I heard the raunchy sound of Shania Twain's "Man, I feel like a woman" blast out of the loudspeakers.

This is it, I said to myself. Now or never. I took a deep breath and minced out into the lounge area, putting on what I thought was my most provocative smile. The guys were sitting on assorted chairs or standing, and they clapped and cheered. I sashayed around the area that had been cleared of furniture, letting my skirt twirl around and flare up. Then I loosened the knot holding my blouse together and let it fall open. There was more cheering as they caught a glimpse of my bra and I started to feel better. They were enjoying it! My hands were still shaking as I slid one shoulder of the shirt off, then the other. I grabbed it as it fell off and threw it aside. I danced some more as Shania continued singing. Soon it was time for the skirt, and I panicked briefly as the zipper caught, but then it rolled down. I kept my back to the audience and wriggled my hips to get my skirt off.

[to be continued]