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Strip Tease Ch. 01

By: ladyellen



I looked up surprised as Tom, my husband, swore and brushed the papers he was working on onto the floor. "There's no way I can work this out." He sat back in his chair holding his head in his hands.

I went over and put my arms around his shoulders. "Surely it's not as bad as all that."

He shook his head. "I'm afraid it's very bad and it's going to get worse. We are two payments behind with the mortgage, the credit cards are at their limit, and the car insurance is due at the end of next week." 

I hugged him. "I will just have to try and get more hours at the supermarket." 

He smiled and squeezed my hand. "For what you earn an hour, you would need to work twelve hours a day, seven days a week to make a difference, but thanks for the offer." 

The latest global recession had hit us particularly hard, especially when Tom had lost his job, and although he tried to find another position, it was always the same. Firms were cutting down on staff, not hiring them. 

Probably we were to blame. We had gone into debt never thinking that Tom would ever lose his job. 

Jobs with banks were always said to be secure for life. Not any more; well, not in 2009 at least. 

The mortgage on the new house had stretched us so I had gone back to work three days a week at our local supermarket. It fit in well with the children, and I got a discount on my food shopping. 

But now we were in a mess; not only a financial mess, but also a personal mess. Tom was stressed out, grumpy, and always tired because of so many sleepless nights, and it was reflecting on our relationship. It was at least three months since we had made love, and this was affecting me. 

Before the trouble, we had always been a loving couple. Maybe we didn't make love every night like we used to when we first got together, but we still did it, maybe more like every other night. But now nothing. I tried to encourage him, but he would shrug me off and turn away. "I'm sorry, I can't," was all I got from him. 

It was a few days later. I was having a coffee with Rachel, another mother I had met at the school gates. We had become good friends, and I often called in on the way back home after picking up the children. Our children played together in her garden while we had coffee. That afternoon she had commented that I was looking down and had asked me in for a chat. I didn't really want to tell other people of our predicament, but once I had started the whole thing came out. When I had finished, tears were running down my cheeks. Rachel handed me a tissue just as Ralph, her husband, came in from work. 

He smiled at Rachel and kissed her, then turned and looked at me. "You don't look a happy bunny," he said. 

"She's not. Tom has had no success getting another job, and things are getting tight for them." 

Ralph shook his head. "Things are getting bad for everyone." 

I smiled and wiped my eyes. "I know; that's the problem, so if you can find me a job that pays me £300 a week for a few hours a night, I will be indebted to you forever." 

Ralph grinned. "You would have to strip or go on the game for that sort of money." 

Rachel looked at him. "Ralph, how could you!" 

"Well, it's correct. You women are sitting on a goldmine." With that, he smiled, picked up the evening paper, and went through to the lounge. I heard the TV come on. 

Rachel and I continued to chat. I told her that I was going to ask for some extra work at the supermarket, and she kindly offered to mind the kids for me if I needed it. 

Just then Ralph returned to the kitchen smiling. He held the paper out. "Here you are; read this," he said, dropping the paper on the table in front of me and pointing to an advert for Cinderellas, a local night club. It read: Amateur Strip Tease Competition, £500 in prize money. It went on to say that there would be four local heats and a final. The heat prizes were £250 £150 and £100 and the first prize for the final would be £1,000. 

I read the advert and passed it back. I shook my head. "I couldn't do that; take my clothes off in front of a room full of men." 

He smiled. "With a figure like yours, you'd win easily." 

I felt myself blushing. It was nice to feel somebody thought of me that way, 

Ralph picked up the paper and returned to the TV. I finished my coffee, thanked Rachel for listening to my problems, and calling the kids in, made my way home. 

Tom was in a mood when I got home. He had had a letter from the building society saying that if we didn't pay something on our mortgage, steps would be taken to repossess the house. I made tea for the kids, but Tom said he could not eat anything. He was now beginning to worry me. I could see he was sinking into depression. 

That night in bed I lay awake, wondering just what we were going to do. Then suddenly I remembered the advert in the paper. Was Ralph right? Could I win? More to the point, could I do it: get up on stage and strip naked in front of all those guys? But desperate times need desperate actions. More to the point, what would Tom say, or should I tell him? I hardly slept that night thinking about it, and was thankful when Tom said he would take the kids into school as he needed to go into town to look at the job situation. 

After they had left, I got up and made myself some breakfast. Then I went up for a shower. I was just soaping down my body when I remembered last night. I held my breasts; yes, they were still firm. I fingered the nipples always ready to rise to the occasion. I moved my hand down over my flat stomach and down into the soft hair of my pussy. The thought of stripping had excited me. I ran my finger down my pussy lips, easing them apart; then I could not resist slipping one finger inside. I groaned as my finger touched my G spot, and I squeezed my thighs together trapping my hand. I felt my body responding as I worked my fingers harder inside me. Then I gasped, clutching onto the shower rail as I suddenly orgasmed for the first time in weeks. 

I stepped out and dried myself, then went through to the bedroom. I looked at myself in the long wardrobe mirror. Yes, I had a good body: long legs, firm high breasts. I stood there in front of the mirror looking at myself; then I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what it would be like to stand there totally naked on the stage in front of all those men and display everything to them. 

All day I thought about the pros and cons. If I won the money, great, it would help out, but could I do it without telling Tom? But need he know? If I didn't win, there would be no need to tell him. I had tried and failed and he would never know. Then there was the actual performance. I had never seen a strip show. I had seen some on TV, but I had never seen one for real. One thing in my favor was I had been a dancer when I was younger. That should stand me in good stead. But I realised that I needed to see a show to know just what went on and how good the competition was. I could not see me going to a place like that alone, and I couldn't really ask Tom to take me. 

It was Rachel who came to my aid again. We had just dropped the kids of at school and I asked her if she would like to go for a coffee on the way home. I said I needed to talk to her. In the coffee bar over steaming coffees, I told her much to her surprise that I had decided to go in for the strip tease competition. 

She looked at me aghast. "Really?" she said. "Have you told Tom?" 

I shook my head. "No, I've decided to do it and then tell him. Well, I'll tell him if I win, but If I don't, he won't need to know." 

Rachel looked at me and shook her head slowly. "Well, you are a very brave girl. I don't think I could do it however badly we needed the money." 

I smiled. "I'm not keen myself, but I have to do something. If we lose the house, I think I will lose Tom as well. I don't think he can take much more." 

Then I went on to tell her that I needed someone to go to see the first show with. Like me, Rachel had never seen a live strip show before, and she was a little reluctant. "Give me some time to think about it," she said, "and I will let you know." 

The following morning I was pleased when she told me that she would come along, but Ralph would also be coming as she didn't fancy just the two of us on our own in a place like that. I didn't really have any objections, and I could see her point. 

The first heat was on the following Wednesday, and I told Tom that I was going over to Rachel's to baby sit. He didn't seem to mind. He wasn't very good company at the moment. Ralph drove us down to Cinderellas, and I was surprised by the number of cars in the parking lot. I was even more surprised at the numbers of people that were inside. Ralph found us a spot where we could see the action and went to get some drinks. He had only been gone a couple of minutes when two guys came up to us and started chatting us up. One inquired if we were competing tonight. We shook our heads. The other who had been eying me up nodded. "You ought to get yourself up there, lady. With what you've got, you could steal the show." 

I smiled at Rachel. She nodded and shrugged her shoulders. "Well, you have got two fans already." she said with a smile. 

Ralph returned with our drinks and the two guys lost interest as the compère (master of ceremonies) came on stage and announced the start of the show. "We have eight lovely ladies for you to choose from tonight, guys. The top three get the money and go through to the grand final in four weeks time. So with no more ado, let's give a big Cinderellas welcome to our first competitor, Mandy" 

The music started up and a tall blond came on stage. I watched her performance with interest as she slowly shed her clothes. At the end of the first two tracks, she was naked. Then the third track started, a slower number, and she began a slow sensuous dance, moving around the front of the stage giving everyone a blatant display of her most intimate parts. She toyed with her breasts, stroked her hands over her pussy, which I noticed was totally shaven, and even lay down on the stage and spread her legs wide.

I was now feeling hot. Was this what I would have to do? Anyway, the crowd seemed to like it and cheered wildly when she finished her act. 

The others followed in quick succession. Some were good, some were poor, and a couple were awful. One, a woman in her mid to late forties, was booed and jeered. She might have done better keeping her clothes on. Another, a young girl of around eighteen, seemed nervous from the start. She was even hesitant about removing her bra, and panicked totally, running off stage amid loud laughter from the crowd rather than remove her panties. 

The compère came back on and said there would be a short intermission. Then the girls would come back on for the voting. Ralph, who seemed to have been enjoying the show, went off to the bar for more drinks. 

"Well, what do you think?" Rachel asked. 

I shrugged. "It was certainly an eye opener. I didn't realise that I was going to have to show so much. But from the reaction of the crowd, the more you show, the more they like you." 

Rachel smiled and nodded. "There's no way I could get up there and do it," she said. 

Ralph was back in time for the voting. The compère introduced each girl as she walked on stage. This time they were all wearing Cinderellas T shirts with their numbers on. And by the look of it, very little else. Then the girls took their positions in line. 

The compère explained that he would bring each girl forward and the applause of the crowd would be monitored by the sound engineer. The girl who got the loudest applause would be the winner, and so it would be for the second and third places. 

He brought the first girl forward and there was loud applause which got louder when she suddenly pulled off her T shirt and displayed herself naked again. Yes, I was right; they were not wearing anything under the T shirts as they all showed when they followed suit with the blond and displayed themselves naked again. Well, that was apart from the youngest of them, the one who had run off. She still had her panties on. In the end, the tall blond, number one, won the night and was presented with her cheque and the compère took pleasure in placing a winner's sash around her naked body. 

The second and third place winners joined her and they, too, received sashes. Then after the other girls had left, the three winners were kept on stage for a photo opportunity. When the girls had finally left the stage, the compère thanked everyone for their support, and said that any ladies wanting to take part in the next few weeks should pick up entry forms from reception. 

On the way home in the car, I was deep in thought. I was glad we had been there. I had learned a lot, not just about what I needed to do, but about costumes and music. I needed things that would come off easily; maybe alter some and make Velcro fasteners instead of clips and hooks, and the music: a good beat for the first two numbers and something smooth and sexy for the last one.

They dropped me off at home and I thanked them. 

Ralph smiled. "It's been a very interesting evening. I'm looking forward to next week already." I was a little surprised by this. Had Rachel told him I would be competing, and did I really want my best friend's husband to see me naked? 

For the next six days, every time Tom was out and I was alone in the house, I worked on my routine. I made a disk for my music and worked on my costume, and as each day passed, I got more nervous, and on Tuesday night, I never slept a wink. Rachel had been very helpful. We chatted a lot, and although she had said that she could never do what I was going to do, she helped me to feel more confident about my ability. 

On Tuesday I was again having coffee with her while the children played. Ralph suddenly appeared. He smiled. "How are you feeling?" 

"Very nervous," I said with a grin. 

You'll be okay. Don't know what the competition will be tomorrow, but you would have done well last week." He smiled. "Anyway, we'll be cheering for you." He made his way through to the lounge. 

After he had gone, I looked at Rachel. She shook her head. "I told him I didn't think he should come, but he's set his mind on it." 

I smiled. "Well, I guess one more seeing me naked won't make a lot of difference." 

Again on Wednesday I told Tom I was baby sitting. I had already hidden my costume and music in a large shopping bag telling him it was clothes for Rachel's kids. Ralph was waiting for me, and we were soon on our way. The nearer we got to Cinderellas, the more nervous I became. I was now wondering if I could really go through with it, but I knew I had to. There was no turning back. 

I showed my form to the doorman and he directed me to a door that led back stage. Rachel kissed me and wished me good luck. I knew I was going to need it. Backstage, most of the other competitors had arrived and were chatting together. They were a mixed bunch, much like last week, some older, some younger, some looking confident, some looking extremely nervous like me. 

The compère made himself known to us. He was accompanied by another man who he introduced as Grant Power, the owner-manager of Cinderellas. He welcomed the girls and told them to put on a good show. Then the compère asked us to draw numbers for position. I drew number five. At least I was in the middle. I had dreaded having to go on first. 

Then the DJ came down and collected our music. For those who had not done any, he took their selections promising he would do what he could, but could not promise them that he had all the tracks. 

We sat around getting changed. The club had laid on some wine, and a large glass made me feel a little more at ease. Then the compère came down and said that they would be starting in ten minutes. At that moment, I was panic stricken. What had I gotten myself into? At last the music started, and the first girl went up on stage. We could not see what was going on, but we could hear the cheers, whistles, and shouts of the audience. 

Just before the first girl came off, Grant reappeared with a box of T shirts, and when she came down off stage, I saw him eying her naked body before he handed her a T shirt. Grant hung around in the dressing room chatting to the girls. Just before it was my turn, he came over and wished me luck. "You are a very attractive woman," he said in a quiet voice so that the others did not hear him. "You should do well." 

At last I heard the cheers and whistles as number four completed her act. I was waiting at the bottom of the stairs when she came down, her naked body glistened with perspiration. She grinned at me. "Best of luck, and keep away from the front of the stage; there are a few gropers." 

I went up the stairs and stood behind the curtain. My legs were shaking as the compère announced me. "Number five tonight is a local girl. Let's have a big cheer for Terry." I took a grip of myself; this was it; I was going to win. I stepped out on the stage smiling, although inside my tummy was churning. I began to move around the stage, now feeling a little more confident and actually enjoying the applause. By the end of the first track, I was on schedule. I had lost my top and skirt, and as the second track started, I stood legs slightly apart facing the audience which was a mass of hungry male faces. I was now wearing spiky high heels, lacy topped hold ups, a black thong, and a lacy black bra. 

I started to tease them, cupping my breasts, running my hands down over my thong, easing the sides down, and then pulling them back up again. I was working them well, but now it was time to show them something. I turned my back on them and undid my bra. I eased it off and cupped my breasts in my hands. As I turned, there was wild cheering when I dropped my hands and displayed my breasts. I licked my finger and rubbed it around my already hard nipples. 

Suddenly, I was beginning to enjoy myself. My lack of sex over the last three months was making me feel horny now that I was displaying myself. I could feel the warm sensation deep between my thighs as my juices started to flow. I gripped the thin strap of my thong, and amid loud applause, eased it slowly over my hips. 

There were more whistles and shouts as my pussy came into view, smooth and clean shaven. I tossed the damp thong into the crowd, and smiled as I saw them fight over it. 

Now I was naked in front of hundreds of men. I could feel the lust in the air, and as the last track started, I went into a slow acrobatic routine I had learned in my dance school days. I knew it was extremely revealing in some positions with my legs spread wide, and I knew my pussy lips were open and the pink wetness would be visible to everyone. I finished the routine with a back flip and went into an eye watering splits. The audience went wild as I slowly got to my feet, and I smiled and waved as I left the stage. 

I wished the waiting girl luck as I passed her at the bottom of the stairs. Grant was still there. He smiled at me, his eyes wandering over my naked body. Reluctantly he passed me a T shirt. I pulled it over my head. I walked over to the table and found there was still some wine. I filled my glass, gulping it down greedily. 

We sat around waiting for the rest of the girls to perform. At last all of them had completed their act. Now we had to wait to go up for the vote. Grant had suddenly disappeared from the dressing room. The compère came in and came over to me. "Mr. Power wants to see you in his office; It's down the corridor, first door on the left." 

Puzzled, I made my way down the corridor feeling a little venerable in just my T shirt. I knocked on the door and voice told me to come in. 

Inside, Grant was sitting behind his desk. He smiled at me. "I think you did well tonight," he said. "I have heard some good comments about you. According to my sources, you could be in line for the big prize." 


Strip Tease Ch. 01



I looked at him; how would he know that? There were still two more weeks to go. He got up from his desk and came around to where I was standing. He stood close to me. I could smell the heady scent of his after shave; Aramis, I thought to myself. 

"You are a very attractive woman and a great dancer. You have a great body and you could go a long way in this business with the right contacts." 

I thanked him, still wondering why he had sent for me. Then I jumped slightly as I felt his hand on my thigh. It slid gently over the firm swell of my bottom; I didn't dare move. I know I should have objected, but I was still feeling horny, and I had only this thin T shirt covering my nakedness. 

Then his fingers were moving over my pussy. I felt the lips being eased apart and a finger slipping inside; I groaned slightly. "My, you are rather wet," he said in a low voice. "I would like you to come back here after the presentation." I nodded slowly. He withdrew his probing finger. "Go now and collect your prize." He walked around his desk and sat down. I didn't say anything, just turned and left the room. 

Back in the dressing room, the compère was getting the girls organized. "Come up as I call you and stand in line," he told them. "Then step forward when I call your name and number." One at a time we walked out onto the stage amid cheers and whistles. Then as the names were called, each one of us stepped forward. Numbers two and three flashed their bodies, pulling up their T shirts, and when I was called, I could hear the applause was louder than ever. It went even higher when I pulled the T shirt up over my head and tossed it into the crowd, and again there was a brief fight for it. I moved back into line now naked apart from my stockings and shoes. 

A couple of the remaining five stripped for the crowd, but I was crowned the winner. I stepped forward to receive my sash from the compère. His hand gently brushed across my hard nipples as he adjusted it into place. I smiled at him. After the second and third places had been announced, we had to pose for pictures, and at last we were allowed to leave. 

Back in the dressing room I wondered what Grant was expecting of me. Should I just go in wearing my sash? Well, why not? I guess that was what he wanted. 

I made my way to his office and tapped on the door before going in. He smiled when he saw I was naked. "You made a wonderful winner," he said. "Congratulations." 

He looked me up and down slowly. "Now I am going to get my prize." I did not say a thing. He came around, gripped my arms, and turned me around so my back was to the desk. Then he eased me backwards until I felt the desk against my legs. I guessed what he wanted and eased myself up onto it, spreading my legs as I did so. I knew this was wrong, but I was horny and hot. Three months of deprivation welled up inside me. I needed to feel a man inside me again. I needed to feel like a woman. 

He unzipped his pants and eased out an interesting weapon, already erect, its large purple head already glistening. He held it with his hand and rubbed it over my slightly open pussy. My juices covered it. What a wonderful feeling as it slowly slid inside me. Oh, how I needed to feel that. 

He gripped my breasts as he began fucking me, caressing them roughly and pulling on my nipples. I cried out, but still pressed my body urgently up against him. Soon I was pleading with him to fuck me harder. He willingly obliged, and moments later I came with a cry. I felt his cock swell and felt the sensation of his juices flooding into me. I felt the warm wetness as the escaping juices ran down my thighs. I clung to him, kissing and thanking him. 

Afterwards he told me to call him after lunch the following day. "I might have something that will interest you." I made my way back to the dressing room. Everyone else had gone. I cleaned myself up as best I could and dressed. Outside in the club, a few stragglers were left, including Rachel and Ralph. They congratulated me on my winning. I saw Ralph looking at me. I guessed he was still imagining me naked. I smiled at him. 

As we drove home, Rachel inquired if I were going to tell Tom as I would now have to explain the winnings. I smiled. "Might leave it till the morning," I said. She smiled and wished me the best of luck as I got out of the car.



Strip Tease Ch. 02



Tom was dozing off in a chair when I got in, watching something on telly. He looked up and smiled. "You had a good night?" he asked. 

"It's not been bad at all. The kids were very good," I lied. I could still feel Grant's juices in my pussy seeping out and making my panties damp. The £250 cheque was burning a hole in my purse, and I was at some stage going to have to tell him how I had come by it. 

I made an excuse to go up to bed early, and I was happy to be undressed and make the shower before Tom came up. 

I lay in bed watching him undress, and then slip into bed beside me. I gripped his hand "No luck with any jobs today?" I asked. 

He shook his head. "No, nothing. I just don't know what we are going to do." 

He was so worried I felt no matter what problem would be caused, I needed to tell him about tonight. Well, at least some of it. I guess at this stage I needed to leave the part out about Grant fucking me. 

I took a deep breath. "I made some money tonight." 

He looked at me. "Why, did Rachel pay you?" 

"No, I won a competition." 

"What competition was that and how much did you win?" 

"£250, and I'm going through to the final and a chance to win £1,000." 

"My God," he said, suddenly sitting up in bed. "What did you have to do for that?" 

"I don't want you to get upset darling, but I knew things were getting bad." 

"Please tell me—what did you do?" he pleaded. 

"I went in for a strip tease competition." 

He looked stunned for a moment. "You did what?" 

"I won a strip tease competition at Cinderellas." 

For a moment he didn't seem to know what to say. I didn't know if he were going to blow his top. He just looked down at me with a disbelieving expression on his face. 

"Fuck me," he said. "I can't believe it. I didn't know you had it in you, and you actually won?" 

I slipped out of bed and got the cheque from my bag. I passed it to him. He looked at it in disbelief still not really believing that I was not having him on. 

"I hope you are not angry with me." 

He looked at me. "Well, I know we said that something had to be done, but this...." He looked again at the check. "And you say you are in the final for £1,000?" 

I nodded slowly. "What do you think?" I was a little surprised by his actions. I had expected him to be angry, but he seemed strangely unconcerned. 

He lay back down in bed. "I think you need to tell me all about it." 

I told him the whole story, but I did leave out the bit about Grant. I thought that might be going too far. He was a little surprised that Rachel and Ralph had been involved. 

"How did you feel undressing in front of all those guys?" he asked. 

I told him I had been a nervous wreck at first, but once I got out there and the crowd applauded and cheered me on, I had quite enjoyed the whole experience. Again, I didn't go into the details of the act, especially the rather lewd conclusion. 

I was surprised when I suddenly felt his hand on my thigh. It was weeks since he had touched me. 

I responded by moving my hand down across his stomach, and I was surprised to find he had a semi erection. I wrapped my hand around it and felt the excitement as it swelled in my hand. He turned on his side and began to massage my breasts. I was amazed by his reaction; even more so when he raised himself and lowered his body between my open legs. His cock, now rock hard, slipped easily into my pussy that had already been lubricated earlier by Grant, and for the first time in three months he fucked me, and he fucked me with an urgency that I had not known for a long while. 

Afterwards, we lay in each other's arms and he wanted to know more about my experience. How did I feel appearing naked in front of so many people? Did it make me wet? We talked well into the night, and we even fucked again before finally we fell asleep. 

I slept well that night. I was exhausted with the lack of sleep the night before and all the action I had been involved in. I was awakened around 10.30 by Tom bringing me a cup of tea. He had gotten up earlier leaving me to sleep and took the kids off to school. "I deposited that cheque into the bank while I was out," he said. "At least it will keep the building society off our backs for a while." 

After breakfast in bed, I lay chatting with Tom who suddenly today seemed more cheerful. I got out of bed and went for a shower. When I came out, he was still there sitting on the edge of the bed. I saw him watching me as I dried myself. 

"I see you removed your pussy hair," he commented. 

I looked down at my shaven pussy and nodded. "I went to see the show the week before to see what it was all about, and I noticed than that most of the girls were shaven." 

"I guess the guys there don't like anything to be hidden from them," he said with a slight smile. 

I couldn't believe it when I saw that an erection was tenting his pants. This whole thing was really having an effect on him. I walked over and sat beside him. I reached across and ran my hand over his hardened tool. "Do you need me to do something about that, darling?" I asked, squeezing him gently. He nodded. Putting his arm around me, he pulled me towards him, kissing me tenderly. 

I eased myself down onto the floor between his legs, unzipped his pants, and with a slight struggle, managed to extricate his cock. I ran my hand slowly up and down the length of it. 

Then I leaned forward and placed my lips wetly around the head. He groaned and gripped my shoulders. 

I let him slide deep into my throat before I started sucking and running my tongue along his length. I couldn't remember the last time we had done this. His hands reached down and cupped my breasts. He massaged them tenderly as my head bobbed to and fro. Suddenly he seemed to swell up, and with a gush, he came, flooding my throat with his cum. I almost gagged as I tried to quickly swallow as much as I could, but I could still feel it running down my chin and dripping onto my body. Damn! I thought to myself, I'm going to have to shower again. 

I remembered afterwards that I had an appointment with Grant, and so we had a light lunch together. I said I needed to go do some shopping. He offered to come along with me, but I knew how he hated shopping, so it was not a problem to get him to stay home. Anyway, I might need someone to collect the kids from school as I didn't know how long I was going to be.. 

The club was closed up when I arrived. I tried the door; it was locked. I saw a small bell and rang it. A spotty youth in a white Cinderellas T shirt like the ones we had been given last night answered. I told him I was here to see Grant. He stood aside and let me in. 

Grant smiled when I entered his office. He offered me a coffee and asked me to sit down. I looked at the desk where we had fucked last night. There still seemed to be a wet stain on the wood. I shivered slightly and felt a surge of warmth between my thighs. 

"How did you like it last night?" he asked. Then he smiled. "The show I'm talking about, not what happened after." 

I felt myself blushing slightly. "Actually, I quite enjoyed it, and that goes for both," I said with a slight grin. 

"I see you are married. Does your husband know about you stripping?" 

"He didn't before, but he does now. I told him when I got home." 

"And how did he take it?" 

"Surprisingly well." Then I went on to tell him some details of our financial problems. He listened intently and then he smiled. 

"Well, I think what I have to tell you might make you both very happy." I looked at him, waiting. "I have spoken to a friend, Mike Reed, about you. I was really impressed with your performance last night. He runs a big club in Manchester, and he's always on the lookout for new, exciting talent." 

I was quite surprised by this turn of events. 

"He's coming over this afternoon and I want him to meet you." 

I smiled. "That's great. I can't thank you enough." 

Grant smiled. "I'm sure we can think of something you can do for me." 

Again, I felt myself blushing slightly. 

While we waited, he told me about Mike's club. Apparently it was very up market. And the earnings were high. "Depends on how far you are willing to go," he said with a smile. "After last night, I can't see you having any problems." 

Mike arrived about forty minutes later. He was a tall, good looking guy with a deep tan and immaculately dressed in a dark pin striped suit. 

He shook hands with Grant and smiled at me. "So this is the lady who has got you all heated up." He looked me up and down, then nodded. "Yes, I can see where you are coming from." 

He sat in a chair and took the offered glass of Brandy. He asked me about my dance experience and was surprised when I told him that last night was the first time I had stripped in public. 

He told me about his club in Manchester, a haven for tired businessmen and the more affluent people in the community. Restricted membership made it a safe place to work as everyone who came in through the door was known to them, or a personal friend of the accompanying member. What was on offer at the club was strip tease, pole dancing, and table dancing. If the girls wanted to take things further, and he assured me that it is up to the girl concerned, "We have rooms to rent to members on an hourly basis. Some members are just happy sitting drinking with an attractive lady," he said. "It's up to you what happens. There's no pressure put on you from me." 

I asked him how often I would be expected to work. 

"Two, three nights a week at the most. You could easily earn up to £300 per night." 

I looked at him amazed. "£300?" I gasped, 

"And it could be more. It's up to you; the more you are willing to give, the more you can earn." 

We discussed other things, like getting there; it was over forty miles to Manchester. And then the hours I would be expected to work. 

"We are open from 6pm until 3am. I would expect you to be there on selected nights at opening time, but you don't have to stay until closing." 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing; it was like a present from the gods, the answer to our prayers: three days a week and earning nearly a grand a week. I could spend time with the children as I could give up my supermarket job. All I had to do was convince Tom. 

Mike smiled at me. "Well, you have heard my terms. Now I think I need to see yours." 

I looked at him a little puzzled; then I realised where he was coming from. "You want me to dance?" I asked. 

He shook his head. "No, Grant has convinced me of that and I trust his opinion. I'd just like to see what you have to offer my members." 

I realised he wanted me to undress. I slowly got up from my seat. Grant smiled at me. I guess he was going to enjoy this as well. As I eased up my top, I was glad that I had put on some of my better undies. I had thought maybe I was in for another session with Grant so I had dressed accordingly. 

I pulled the top over my head and shook my hair out, and then placed the top on my chair. I looked at Mike as I unclipped my skirt, pushing it down over my hips. I stepped out of it and laid it with my top. He nodded approvingly as I stood there in my brief undies and dark hold ups. He twirled his finger indicating that I should turn around. I did as requested. 

He smiled "Very nice so far. Now let's see the important bits." I smiled as I unclasped my bra. It was strange; I did not feel any concern about undressing in front of Mike and Grant. In fact, I was feeling a little excited about it. I slipped off my bra and Mike let out a low whistle. 

"It's a nice rack you have got there, Mandy." 

I felt myself blushing slightly from his comment knowing that my nipples had risen to the occasion. With just one item left, I was now feeling really naughty, and wondered just what Tom would say if he could see me now preparing to remove my last item of clothing in front of two complete strangers. Well, Mike was a stranger; Grant was more of an intimate friend. 

I eased the brief panties down and stepped out of them, and then I stood before them naked. I felt quite warm as Mike slowly surveyed my naked body from head to toes and back up again. He smiled. "Well, Mandy, I think you have got everything I'm looking for. The job is there for you if you want it." 

I smiled. "Thank you, but I will have to clear things with Tom, my husband, first." 

"You're married!" Mike said, somewhat surprised "What does your husband think about doing this?" 

Grant turned and looked over at Mike. "She only told him last night after she had won the competition." 

"Is that right?" Mike asked, 

I nodded. 

He smiled. 

Grant leaned over and said something to Mike that I couldn't catch. He looked at me and nodded. Grant smiled. "I think you ought to come over here and thank Mike, don't you, Mandy?" 

I caught the insinuation in his voice. Thank him, I thought? That could be interesting. I was already beginning to feel horny, standing there naked with the two of them looking at me. I walked over to where the two of them were sitting. I stood in front of Mike and caressed my breasts. "How would you like me to thank you?" I asked coyly. 

Mike smiled and pulled down the zip on his pants. His hand went inside and he pulled out his semi-hard cock, and began rubbing his hand along its length. "Could you do something with this?" he asked. 

I smiled and bent over, resting my hands on the arm of his chair. I swung my head and brushed my hair across his erection, my breasts swinging invitingly. He reached out and took one in each hand, squeezing them. I smiled at him and groaned softly. 

His cock was now standing at attention. I lowered my head until I could rub my lips lightly across the large bell end. I felt him shudder. Then I opened my mouth and slowly sank my lips around his erection. As he continued to massage my breasts, my head started bobbing. I took him deep into my throat and then almost allowed him to slip out. He groaned and I enveloped him again, sucking and working my tongue around the full exciting length. 

I was concentrating on what I was doing and I didn't realise that Grant had moved until I felt his hands on my bottom smoothing across my cheeks, and then easing my legs apart. His fingers probed into the wetness of my pussy, and then they were replaced with something harder and longer. I groaned, taking Mike deep into my throat as Grant eased himself into me from the rear. I had never experienced a threesome; it was incredible. With Mike fucking my face and Grant my pussy, how could any hot blooded girl not be on ecstasy? 

Mike was the first to cum, shooting large amounts of his thick creamy juice into my throat. I hungrily swallowed it down, and seconds later, Grant was erupting, pumping his juices into my abused body. When I stood up watching them redress, I must have looked a horny slut with cum dripping from my lips and running down my face, and down below I could feel it seeping out from between my pussy lips and running down my thighs. 

"I'd better get you something to clean you up with. You can't go home to hubby like that," Grant said with a smile. He picked up the phone and spoke to someone. "Greg's bringing you some clean towels," he said as he put the phone down. 

I stood and chatted with Mike while I waited, not feeling any concern about being naked. He said that I had to let him know what nights I wanted to work and he would arrange transport for me. 

Just then there was a knock on the door, and the spotty youth who had let me in came into the office. He didn't seem surprised to see a naked woman in there with the two guys. Maybe it wasn't an unusual occurrence, although I could not help but notice that he did take a good look at me as he handed me the towels. After he had left, I attempted to clean myself up and get dressed. Mike thanked me for the interesting interview and said that he would be waiting to hear from me. Grant walked me to the door and wished me luck with my new job. "Don't forget," he said as I was leaving, "you are expected back here for the final in two week's time." 

I smiled and kissed him lightly on the cheek and told him not to fear, I would be there,