Strip practice

[Post 11]

I still wasn't sure whether I would go through with the strip show, but in case I did decide to do it I made sure I practiced my routine. I chose a raunchy song and picked out clothes I could take off easily without fiddling with buttons and hooks. In the end I went with a short black skirt and a red shirt that I could wear tied together at the bottom and the buttons undone. That mean I only had to undo one slip knot. The zipper of the skirt was smooth.

Panties were easy - I had several thongs. But the bra was a bit more difficult. All my bras fastened at the back, so I spent quite a long time practicing how to unhook the bra smoothly and easily. I'd seen how strippers take their bra off slowly, one strap at a time, and only revealed their breasts after a lot of teasing.

Matthew phoned one evening while I was in the middle of my routine. "Are you still up for it?" he asked.

"Maybe. In fact, I'm practicing now. I'll be ready, I hope."

"Practicing? You mean you're doing a strip while we're talking?"

I decided to tease him a little. "Yes. I'm down to my undies, and I'm just about to take off my bra."

"Can I see?"

I laughed. "No, I don't think so. You'll get a peek at the strip show." I paused. "If I do it."

"What? Are you having second thoughts?"

"Well, I'm not sure I can go through with this. Stripping in front of a bunch of drunken men? That's a big step."

Matthew was silent for a while. "All I can do is make it as easy as possible for you. I'll make sure they know you're a first-timer. And there'll be no funny business, no touching and definitely no videos or pictures."

"Thanks. I'll let you know next week."

"C'mon Jenny, you'll be great! Live a little! I'm sure you'll enjoy it. And if you pull out now when will you get another chance like this? You saw what it was like at the strip club - our private show will be nothing like that."

I was already pretty sure I would go through with it, but there was no harm in keeping him in suspense. "Ok. But let me decide next week, ok?"

For the next several days I vacillated between cancelling the whole thing and going ahead as planned. And if I did the strip, how much would I take off? I'd have to show my breasts at least, but could I keep my panties on? By the Friday morning of the big night I was still undecided. I went to work as usual and at about 10 am Matthew phoned. "Is it a go?"

I took a deep breath. "Yes. But only if I can stop anytime I want to, or even decide not to go ahead when we're there."

"Sure. I'll be there to keep everybody in line. Shall I pick you up at eight?"

"Ok. See you later." And with that I was committed.