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The Price of Underwear Ch. 01

By: ebin439



It was back in my humble college years. I was sipping a beer with my good friend on the patio of Churchill's pub soaking up the last few rays of the sinking summer sun and listening intently to her recount the details of the previous evening's bachelorette party. 

She smiled each time I interrupted to probe her for more, both mocking my enthusiasm for particulars and relishing her hold on my complete attention. Of course, being a 22 year-old male, who could blame me. She was the first woman I knew who had ever attended a bachelorette party. In fact, she was the first person I knew to attend any wedding related party. No one I was friends with was even close to marriage. I had a clear image in my mind of the Bachelor party - I had been to enough strip clubs in my life - but I could not wrap my head around the bachelorette party. The idea of a bunch of guys getting drunk and letting loose is hardly news and while I had, even then, seen my fair share of girls "gone wild", there was something about the idea of a bachelorette party the grabbed my curiosity. 

No doubt some of my interest can be attributed to simple hormones - what straight young man wouldn't be interested in the drunken escapades of a sexually charged mob of women. But there is more to it for me. First, I love the idea of a group of uninhibited and empowered women. Second, being a bit of an exhibitionist myself, I was very intrigued by the public nature of the whole thing, particularly the various tasks the bride-to-be was required to do. But getting the details was like pulling teeth. My friend basically just put the subject out there like she had gone to the grocery store yesterday, fully aware that half the reason we were sitting together over these beers was because I was more than curious. I'm sure she was purposefully being vague. Forcing me to ask questions and enjoying the deliberate revelation of each detail. 

"Wait, wait, wait! Go back to the list. Jenny did all of those things?"

"Every one."

"Come on, everything?" I stared at her in disbelief.

"Everything." She replied as she leaned back in her chair folding her arms across her chest and smiling smugly at me.

"Topless body shots?"

"Everything."

"Holy shit! Man, I would have loved to see that. Was the bar crowded?"

"Yup."

"And she just laid down on the bar and raised her shirt or did she take it off?" I was leaning so far forward I was almost halfway across the table. Her smile grew and her eyes twinkled.

"Honestly, Jenny was awesome," she said leaning forward again and dropping her voice slightly. "The guy forked over the twenty bucks and Jenny grabbed him by the collar and lead him through the crowd to the bar. All of us jumped up to follow them. By the time I had pushed through all the people, Jenny had jumped up on the bar and was leaning over talking to the bartender. As he dipped into the speed rack to make the shots, Jenny turned back to the crowd, smiling at us and surveying the landscape. Then in one motion she just whipped her top over her head."

"Fuck off!"

"I'm serious. The best part was that no one really noticed at first. There was a guy so intent at peering around her torso to get the bartender's attention that he didn't even notice the hot girl sitting on the bar had just stripped down to nothing but a bra and a mini-skirt. Then again, when she reached back to unclasp the bra, he must of noticed something, because he forgot all about ordering drinks."

"She took off her bra? On the bar?" My jaw was on the floor. I could not imagine little Jenny Ableman perched on a bar in a crowded club and casually removing her bra.

"I know right. Crazy." My friend's eyes danced with mischief. She looked like the cat who ate the canary. "It gets better," she continued, "Jenny grabs the salt in her right hand and lifts it high above her head and then cups her left boob in her other hand and licks her own nipple and douses it with salt." She paused for good measure. I'm sure it was clear from my facial expression that my brain had just exploded, but I know she was enjoying herself.

"OK, OK, more. More!"

"She leaned back on the bar arching her back and tilting her head to the side. Jenny's guy got his money's worth, but pure pandemonium broke loose. I am sure at least five other guys got a good feel in, before the bouncers escorted us from the club. Ironically, the guy who was right next to her never did a thing. He looked like a deer in headlights," she paused and looked me square in the eyes, "a little like you right now."

"No doubt," I said falling back into my chair shaking my head and reaching for my beer. "That is fucking insane. Insane. . . Girls are fucking crazy."

We sat in silence for a while as I went over the story in my head. It was hard enough to reconcile the woman in the story with Jenny, who I knew to be a quiet, studious girl. I was trying to imagine whether I could go through with something like that and just thinking about it I could feel the adrenaline begin to flow. The idea was also really turning me on, when my thoughts were interrupted.

"We got a guy naked in the street." Again she made this statement as casually as a comment about the weather. Shattering my little erotic introspection and at the same time almost reading my mind, she sat back and smiled waiting for me to take the bait. 

"Naked? How?"

"Well not fully naked, but we bought his underwear."

"What do you mean?"

"Jenny needed to get a guys underwear. It was one of the things on the list. This cute guy was walking by as we came out of the club (she was dressed again at this point) and she asked him if he wanted to give her his underwear. He said he liked them and did not want to part with them and kept walking. That's when another guy piped up saying he would sell her his underwear. He was also pretty cute and next thing I know we are standing on a street corner negotiating price. All the girls are egging him on. Eventually we agree to pay him ten bucks if he'll give them to us in the alley - you know the one right on the other side of Whiskey Bar."

"Yeah yeah. And he did?"

"Sure did. But he was very nervous. There were eight of us so no one could really see him from the street, but he was still dropping trou in front of eight strange ladies. A pretty vocal group of ladies. Shirley kept saying 'get 'em off'. I was nearly on the ground I was laughing so hard. Anyway, we gave him the money and the guy was shaking, but he took off his pants, hesitated for a second, and then pulled down his boxers and handed them to Jenny."

"And?" I said smiling motioning with my chin.

"And what? . . . Oh . . . yeah, not bad. He was actually a bit hard. The best was as he reached for his pants, Shirley stepped on them saying 'not so fast' and ordering him to stand back up."

"Did he?"

"He sure did. I think people are much more compliant when they are naked in the middle of a crowded street. He just stood there. She looked him up and down for a good minute. We were all laughing hysterically, but looking also. After what I am sure felt like an eternity to him, Shirley just lifted her foot and walked off. We all followed howling and leaving the poor guy scrambling to get his trousers back on."

"That is too much," I said again laughing in disbelief. She was laughing too. We both reached for our drinks and after a couple of seconds it just came out. A tiny little innocuous sentence that change the course of the entire night.

"I can't believe he did that for ten bucks."

She looked up from her beer with a puzzled look on her face. "Seriously? That's the part you can't believe?"

"No. . . I know. . . but think about it. You can't even buy a pair of boxers for ten bucks. Fucking Calvin Kleins are like twenty dollars." I looked at her and her face was totally serious and then she burst out laughing.

"You are too much," she said in between giggles. I sat back smiling as she recovered her breath. When she regained her composure, she said, "So how about thirty bucks?"

"To get naked in the middle of the street? No way." I said shaking my head.

"OK how about just for your underwear?" She was smiling, but her voice was serious.

"For a pair of my underwear?"

"Not not any pair. The ones you are wearing." She said tapping her index finger on the table to emphasize each syllable.

"What?"

If there was any uncertainty left she reached into her purse and put three ten dollar bills on the table.

"You're serous?"

"What's the matter Colonel Sanders, chicken?" she said now tapping the bills. Some people know exactly how to push your buttons. She was one such person.

"OK, but I am not taking them off here or you are paying a lot more money." I said still uncertain if I was actually going to go through with this.

"No problem," she said, "just take them off in the bathroom and bring them back to me. It's worth thirty bucks just to know that you'll be walking around for the rest of the night with no underwear on." And then just to give me one more little push she said, "it's no big deal. Girls do it all the time."

"Fine. Fine. I'll be back. I expect to be paid when I return."

She sat back smiling ear to ear and fanning herself with the bills as I walked away. I went into the bathroom stall and locked the door. I was shaking a bit as I undid my jeans, not because I was nervous, but the adrenaline was kicking in. I stepped out of my shoes and then out of my jeans. With no where to hang them, I just put the waistband in my mouth as I lowered my black boxer briefs to the floor. I stepped out of them and draped them on my shoulder. I trembled for a second from the exhilaration and felt myself start to harden. At this point I was acutely aware of the other people in the bathroom and the fact that I was standing in nothing but a black t-shirt, with my underwear over my shoulder, my jeans in my mouth and a burgeoning hard-on. Some guy pulled on the stall door and that shocked me back to reality and I quickly put my jeans back on, stuffing my underwear into my front pocket. Nothing like the thought of getting caught standing naked in a pub bathroom with a semi-erection to get you moving. 

I flushed the toilet for appearance sake - as if anyone was paying attention to me - and washed my hands. As I walked back through the bar I felt every move of the jeans. Now I realize that for some people this is really no big deal. But if you have never done it, let me tell you, it's something. In fact, even if you rarely wear undergarments, I imagine that handing over your underwear in a business transaction in the middle of a crowded pub on a lovely summer evening, would make even the most seasoned "commando" notice the absence a whole lot more.

I returned to the table and sat down. She sat up and leaned forward, "Well?"

I slid the folded up underwear across the table under my palm. She pushed the money across the table and pulled my boxer-briefs out from under my palm. 

She held them up in front of her face pretending to examine them. "Nice," she said.

"HEY! " I shouted in a shrill whisper, my voice cracking slightly, as I reached across the table to pull them down.

"What? I am just examining my purchase," she said smiling and feigning like she was going to raise them up again before turning and tucking them into her purse.

"So you have my underwear, what now?"

"Now we order more drinks. How about some shots?". . .

The Price of Underwear Ch. 02



Continued...

A couple of rounds later and I was feeling no pain. I had been trying, to no avail, to convince my friend that she should take a page from Jenny's book and do some body shots on the bar. I even offered her twenty bucks - not that generous, I know, considering she had paid me thirty for my underwear. We were both just observing the crowd and the people passing by on the street outside the terrace. I was lost in thought, my mind mixing and matching various aspects of the tale of Jenny's bachelorette party, trying to imagine what it would be like to strip in front of eight girls on a street corner and getting naked in the middle of a crowded bar. My mind was really starting to get into the details, the feel of my button fly between my fingers, the cool night air caressing my legs as my jeans slid down to my ankles, the deep demanding stares of the girls as my thumbs slip into the waistband of my Calvins. . . Once again my thoughts were interrupted, this time by giggles and screams of joy.

"Shirley!" my friend exclaimed jumping out of her chair to hug the tall athletic brunette approaching our table. The two embraced and immediately both were talking over each other drunkenly relating their nights thus far.

"And I was telling Ebin all about Jenny's bachelorette party." 

"Oh really?" Shirley said, first smiling at my friend and then turning to raise an eyebrow at me.

"Hi Shirley." I said waiving meekly from my chair. There was something about Shirley and the way she looked at you that often made you feel completely naked. She had a smile and a gaze that pierced right into the depths of your imagination like she was reading your mind and could see your most intimate thoughts, which at that moment for me felt like I had just been caught, Judge Reinhold style, masturbating in the bathroom.

"I bet he liked the one about Jenny's body shot." She said with another knowing glance.

"I think Ebin liked the one about our little street show even more." my friend replied, giving me her own mischievous look. I could feel where this was going, but before I could stop her from spilling my beans, my friend continued, "He liked it so much he sold me his underwear." She was smiling ear to ear. By this time Shirley had pulled up a chair in the middle of the two of us.

"You got naked in the middle of the street?" Shirley said again with her eyebrow raised and reaching for the waistband of my jeans. 

"No," my friend replied like I wasn't even there, "he went to the bathroom to do it. Only took thirty bucks."

"Oh honey, you didn't do enough negotiating," Shirley said with a sympathetic glance to my friend, "I'm sure he would have done it for free." Shirley locked eyes with me. I felt myself blushing. "Boys are so pliable, I bet if you asked nicely he would get naked right here. Aren't I right?" she said never taking her eyes off mine and snaking her finger down my shirt. 

Then in a deep whisper, "Deep down you want to do it." 

She dragged out "want" while tugging gently at my shirt. I could feel the flush in my face and the heat coming off me. It's not that what she was saying was so embarassing, it was that she was right. Not that I had known before that moment. How she had known I'll never know. Although I was fending off her playful pulls at my clothes, I knew at that moment if she had been a little more forceful about it, I would have acquiesced. She could have stripped me naked on the patio of Churchill's Pub and I wouldn't have done a thing. I could feel myself hardening. Despite this revelation, I was shaking my head no. 

"No. . . I wouldn't. . ." I sputtered.

Shirley was just smiling at me, because she knew that was not true. My friend was smiling also.

"Seriously, I would not just get naked in the middle of a crowded bar." I said regaining my composure a little.

"Not just," my friend retorted, "I'm sure you would do a whole lot more." They both burst out laughing.

"No I wouldn't," I muttered, my eyes cast down at the table searching for safety in my glass of beer.

"We'll see," my friend said first with a conspiratory glance at Shirley and then with a twinkle to me, "We'll see. . ."

Just then the waitress came by to see if we wanted another round. It was enough to break the tension. For the next couple of hours our conversation stayed with more mundane topics. And despite a few sly looks from the girls and the fact that I was very aware of my lack of undergarments, I relaxed as it seemed that the night was back on a normal course. Boy, was I wrong.

It was nearing 1am and all three of us were nicely buzzed and engaged in a raucous debate about the politics of dating. 

". . .I don't care what you say, bottom line, it's always about sex for guys," Shirley said capping her drunken diatribe on dating with a defiant smile and downing the last of her cocktail. Then after a cat-like stretch, she turned to my friend and said, "I need a change of scenery. Let's do something."

"What do you have in mind?" my friend asked her.

"I don't know, but I definitely do not want to go trolling clubs. Let's do something different." Shirley replied.

"How about a strip club? I bet Ebin here would be game," my friend suggested.

"Are you serious?" I asked shocked at the suggestion. Not that I wasn't into the idea; certainly after a night filled with teasing from these two girls a strip club sounded like just the ticket. "Of course, I am game!"

"I'm sure," Shirley replied ignoring me, "but he's just going to disappear with some stripper for hours at a time," then looking me square in the eye, "and where is the fun in that? The most interesting part of going to a strip club with a boy," she emphasized boy by ruffling my hair, "is watching him get all turned inside out by the strippers."

"You are totally right, "my friend agreed, "and so allow me to suggest some rules for this excursion." I could tell by her smile that whatever rules were about to follow did not just occur to her; I wouldn't have been surprised if she had pulled out a written document.

"Oh Goody, I love rules!" Shirley exclaimed clapping her hands together and grinning like a schoolgirl.

My friend leaned in, she was smiling, but again her voice was all business, "So, to avoid a disappearing act from Mr. Enthusiasm here, we are going to set the following rules." She gave me a stern look and added, "No negotiating."

I was a little hesitant, "OK, but let me hear what I am getting myself into first."

"You will hand over your wallet, keys, etc. and most importantly all of your money to us. We will then be in total control of your spending habits in the club. So if you want to get a lap dance you will have to ask."

"Beg!" Shirley interjected, practically frothing at the mouth. My friend shot her a cool glance and continued,

"Begging will not be necessary, although we can refuse your request, if we decide. We will use your money to cover anything you do, but as a bonus, and in trade for your good behaviour, we will each spend $50 on you in the strip club."

"What?!?" Now it was Shirley's turn to be surprised.

"Just relax. It'll be worth it." My friend said conspiratorially. "So what do you think?" she said turning to me. 

Now remember we are talking about college days and so $100 is no small amount for a student and certainly more than I would have spent on my own in a strip club. And yet the fact that her face betrayed no emotion, gave me pause. It felt like she had just raised and was calling my bluff, the only problem was I had no idea what the stakes were. Nevertheless, having two cute girls pay for your fun at a strip club seemed too good to pass up, so I agreed, emptied my pockets and dumped everything into my friend's waiting purse.

"One more thing," she said, "we're going to look at tits and ass and spend our hard-earned dollars on you, so I want to see a little male flesh before we go. Ah, ah, ah. Before you get your panties in a bunch, I'm just looking for a quick moon."

"He's not wearing any panties." Shirley added with a giggle.

"Right here?"

"Yeah. Just for a second. A little eye candy for us girls. It's no big deal." she added again trying to push my buttons.

"Fine, but literally just for a second and no funny stuff." I said looking sternly at Shirley, who raised her arms in mock innocence. "Also you guys better be ready to leave. I would prefer to not linger after."

"No problem. We're ready to go. Let's see some skin." my friend said with a growing smile. 

It was at that moment that I paused to look around and realized exactly what I had just agreed to. I was about to expose my ass on a crowded street-side patio in the middle of a crowded downtown street. My hands were already sweating. I undid my jeans under the table and then let my t-shirt fall back covering my fly. I triple checked to make sure that no one was really paying attention to us. The two girls had moved their chairs side by side like theatre seating and we're looking on expectantly. I rose slowly from my chair, my hands clenching my waistband underneath my t-shirt. I turned away from the girls, trying to be casual, like I was surveying the area. I took a deep breath.

I didn't have to do much. This sort of thing is made that much easier when you are not wearing any undewear. Just lowering my arms slightly I could feel the night air kiss my skin as I exposed my ass to the girls and anyone else who happened to glance in my direction. My jeans were down and back up in a flash, but somehow there was still enough time for Shirley to get a good swat on my bare backside before I hurried off the patio and out of the pub fumbling to do up my pants and remain inconspicuous.

I waited outside the pub my heart still pounding. The girls followed and casually walked by me. 

"Nice buns." Shirley whispered as they passed by me and continued down the street. 

"Mm-hmmm." said another woman who was a total stranger, standing a few feet away with a group of girlfriends before they all busted out laughing. I could feel myself flush a deep crimson as I took a few quick steps to catch up as we set out for the strip club. 

The girls walked ahead of me, arm in arm, my friend whispering into Shirley's ear and occasionally glancing back, her eyes sparkling. I was feeling considerably lighter than when I had started the evening having now been relieved of my phone, wallet, house keys and my underwear. Then suddenly, Shirley threw her head back and let out a laugh that was so filled with evil mischief that the hair on the back of my neck stood at attention and I could feel another part of me strain against my jeans trying to stand up. They both looked back at me like I was a dead man walking and then exploded into a bout of laughter.

"What? What?" I asked stopping in the middle of the sidewalk feeling like my fly was undone or something, but they continued walking. "What is so damn funny?" They were already at the door and walking up the steps to the strip club. I shook my head and jogged to catch up. As I went through the door, I wondered out loud what the hell I was getting myself into.

to be continued. . .



The Price of Underwear Ch. 03



Continued...

I walked through the door and up the stairs to Uptown, a very popular strip club. Uptown is known for its beautiful dancers, outrageous stage shows and aggressive lap dances. Consequently it is almost always full.

When I got to the little teller booth, the bouncer there just waved me through. Shirley and my friend were already seated inside about one row away from the center stage and they had left a the seat between them open for me. Uptown is a relatively small club. It has only one stage and a relatively intimate floor. There is also a hidden area with individual stalls that is used for lap dances.

Within minutes of sitting down at the table a beer and a shot arrived for me and a couple of clear drinks for the girls.

"No shots for you guys?" I asked.

"No we're sticking with our vodka sodas." my friend replied with a quick side glance to Shirley. I'm sure if I had been a little less drunk, I would have given more thought to that glance and the fact that I had been the only one doing shots for the last hour and that the girls had been drinking "Vodka" and sodas. Unfortunately, aside from being really buzzed, I was also really enjoying my deal. Mooning the girls on the Churchill's Pub patio and emptying my pockets into my friend's purse already seemed like a small price to have paid to have the girls basically pick up the tab at the strip club. I was enjoying myself so much, I even forgot for the moment that I had nothing on under my jeans.

I drained my shot, took a sip of my beer and started to survey the room. The girls had promised to spend $100 on me and I was certainly going to get my money's worth. Little did I know that it was the girls who were really going to get their money's worth. 

I spotted a beautiful brunette working the tables across the room wearing a black flack jacket, a tiny black thong and a police officer-type cap and immediately began trying to catch her eye. All of a sudden I felt hands caress my shoulders from behind my chair and then slink down my chest to my legs. The hands were caressing my thighs when a sultry voice whispered in my ear, "Mmmm nice legs." I turned to see the face of an angel standing behind me. She smiled and said, "My name is Amanda. How about a dance?"

Before I had a chance to answer, Shirley spoke up, "Oh yes, definitely. I think he will take two dances." 

Then from the other side of me, my friend handed Amanda the dancer, two crisp twenty dollar bills. "Take good care of our boy," she said winking at Shirley, "but don't break him."

"I can do that, "Amanda replied and then added,"You guys are welcome to join in if you like."

"That's OK. Ebin here needs a little attention and we are happy to stay and watch the stage show." my friend said with another wink to Shirley.

"Yes we love the stage show." Shirley said with a stifled giggle.

Before I had time to consider this strange exchange, Amanda had taken my hand and was leading me away from the table towards the lap dance area. As I followed this stunning blonde dressed only in a skimpy black bikini and four-inch heels, I was mesmerized by the hypnotic feline sway of her body. We walked past several occupied booths with their curtains drawn before Amanda stopped and motioned for me to enter a stall. I sat down on the chair with my hands at my side. I was just shifting slightly when she put her hand square on my chest and pushed me against the back of the chair. She looked me in the eye and bit her lip as she trailed her finger down my my body. Her hand stopped just over the top button of my jeans and her fingers curled into the waistband. Her eyes shone as she licked her lips and I felt like she might devour me. Then with a sharp tug she pulled my jeans up and away from me causing my hips to lurch forward and then settle with my butt barely resting on the chair.

"That's better." She said with an evil grin. It was at this point that I became acutely aware of the fact that I was not wearing underwear. Particularly since I could already feel myself swelling against my jeans.

Some rap song was already in full swing in the background when Amanda put her hands on my knees and with another quick jerk spread my legs wide open and began her dance in earnest. She leaned in dangling her beautiful bikini-clad breasts in front of me and breathing softly in my ear. Then she began writhing to the music, slowly shedding her two tiny articles of clothing. She snaked all over me, sliding in and out of my thighs, facing me and then away, always slowing down to draw my attention to some part of her incredible body. I was totally captivated and wherever she moved she always remained in contact with me, whether it was a finger tip or her firm body. I sat completely still in the chair. She was smoldering and I was straining against my jeans. Trapped in the leg of my pants, my hard-on pressed painfully on the fabric trying futilely to expand upward. I had never been more aware of an erection. 

By the time the second song rolled around, I'm sure she was aware too. She was never overt, but she kept grazing my hard-on with her legs, arms, and body. When the second song ended, I was practically sweating, certain that any more of this and one head or the other was going to explode. She slowly drew herself away from me, sliding her hands down my legs one last time as she pulled away. 

"I guess that's all for now," she said with a fake pout and then an evil wink.

"I don't think I could have taken much more."

"That's what you think." she said grinning while fixing her straps and then added, "I know how to make things excruciating." Then she took my hand and led me back to the table.

I slumped into the seat and took a deep swig from my beer.

"I guess that was pretty good." Shirley said with a smile.

"Wow," was all I could muster in return as I sat staring off into space.

"Well, I hope you are ready for more." my friend said, her eyes dancing. I looked up to see another pretty blonde walking toward our table. Clearly, the girls had already made some arrangements as she came over without saying a word, took my hand and guided me back towards the lap dance area. As she pulled me forward I looked over my shoulder to see both girls grinning ear to ear.

My dances with the cute little blonde, who introduced herself as Lacy, were engaging, but nowhere near as captivating as Amanda, whose teasing touch and piercing eyes continued to haunt my imagination. My time with Lacy evaporated and I walked back to the table.

The girls' eyes were on me from the moment I emerged from the back area. By the time I reached the table they were both sporting sinister grins. I was sure they had lined up more dances, so I quickly tried to slow the pace down.

"No mas." I said with my hands in the air. "Well, maybe just no mas for a few minutes. Seriously, I need a little chill time, before you throw me back in the fray."

"No problem, " my friend replied looking past me at Shirley, "take all the time you need."

I leaned back in the chair, my brain still flashing images of Amanda. All three of us settled in and silently began to watch the languid brunette sashay around the stage. By the time she was out of her little plaid skirt, I was starting to relax again. I exhaled deeply and took another drink of beer. 

We watched several dancers on stage and then at one point I became aware that both girls were watching me.

"What?" I asked defensively.

"Nothing, we're just watching the show." Shirley replied.

"The show is on stage."

"Not yet." Shirley said and then both of them burst out laughing.

Just then the waitress set a fresh beer down in front of me.

"Have some. You're gonna need it." my friend said still laughing.

"What?" I asked coolly raising my eyebrow.

"You'll see shortly."

"And so will we." Shirley added and they both started laughing again.

"What is going on. . ." Before I could finish my sentence, the answer came through the club's p.a. system.

As the last few bars of a Jay-Z track faded, the DJ was already into his usual banter. The beautiful naked woman on stage was collecting her things and bills before sashaying off.

"Alright gents, show a little love for the lovely Honey. Mmm mmm mmm.... she is so sweet... Okay, we've got a special Uptown treat for you. It's time for our super sexy lesbian show." Just then a siren went off and red lights began flashing. "Get ready," the DJ continued, "for the arresting beauty... of our in-house S.W.A.T team, the divine Angel and Amanda..."

I turned to look over my shoulder and saw the brunette I had been trying to flag earlier now sporting aviator sunglasses to compliment her flack jacket, police cap, and tiny black bikini. She was followed by my scintillating seductress, Amanda, who was in a matching outfit, her gorgeous blonde hair now bouncing off her shoulders in a ponytail. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Shirley was still staring at me. The DJ began again,

"Now Gentlemen, these ladies usually take no prisoners, but tonight, we've got a birthday boy in the house and his special gift is to see this show up-close."

I was looking around to see who the lucky bastard was, when the S.W.A.T. team stopped out our table. All of a sudden slender hands snaked under my arms and yanked me from my chair. I was totally confused. I looked at my friend in complete bewilderment. 

"But its not my birthday..." I stammered. The two police goddesses were guiding me, quite firmly, toward the stage. I continued to mumble "it's not my birthday" as I was led up the three steps onto the stage and guided into a chair waiting in the center of the stage between the two stripper poles. My protests trailed away as I realized that I was the lucky bastard that was going to get to see the lesbian show up close and personal. My heart was pounding with excitement, but just being on stage and in the lights made me nervous. I could see the people in the audience quite clearly despite the stage lighting and there was no missing Shirley and my friend leaning forward with their elbows on the table and grinning ear to ear.

As soon as I was seated, Marilyn Manson's version of "Tainted Love" was blasting through the speakers. Amanda and Angel were on either side of me and their hips, which were about at my eye level, were swaying to the beat. Their bodies were stretched out as they held on to a rail that was suspended from the ceiling and ran between the poles. I could see the muscles and tendons of their silky tanned inner-thighs flexing as they ground the air on either side of my head. Then at once, in complete synchornicity, they turned to the audience and ripped open their flack jackets, popped their hips and flung the jackets to opposite sides of the stage. 

Now dressed only in high-heels, caps, and teeny black bikinis, they began circling my chair. Again in tandem and timed to the thump, thump of the chorus, they rocked their asses, tossed the caps and let down their hair.

Marilyn Manson was just hitting the bridge , "... once I ran to you...", as the girls again moved toward the front of the stage letting their sunglasses fall to the floor. They glided to each other, one arm curling around the others neck and the other hand diving into the front of the other's thong. Their lips met in a smoldering kiss and as Amanda's tongue trailed down the side of Angel's neck, she stared deeply into my eyes. I had been aroused before, but when she sank her teeth into Angel's neck in a playful bite, her lips curling in a smile at the edges, her eyes piercing me, I was rock hard. Angel's head tilted back, her hair swaying across her shoulders while she ground her pelvis on Amanda's hand, rocking to the music. "...oh... Tainted love..." 

As the words "Don't touch me please" pumped through the speakers, the two pushed each other away, but not without tearing off each other's bottoms. The next few minutes were a whirlwind as the two crawled all over each other, moving seamlessly from position to position, kissing and licking and spanking, their fingers sliding in and out of each other's mouths and legs. My head was spinning. My body was throbbing. I had never seen anything like it. 

They were lying at my feet in a 69, tongues and fingers disappearing into each other as Marlyn Manson faded into the thumping beat of Nine Inch Nail's Closer. As the lyrics began, "...you let me violate you..." the two stunning beauties moved off each other and began crawling towards me.

They were both smiling evilly as they inched their way up my legs, hands groping me everywhere. Amanda moved in between my legs and was rolling her head in my lap as she rocked her naked ass at the audience. Angel moved up my chest and then disappeared behind me. Her arms were at my shoulders as she danced in back of my chair. The audience cheered. After the display I had just seen, I was totally overwhelmed. 

I had no idea how overwhelmed I was about to become.

Angel's hands drifted down my arms to my hands, her breasts pressing into the back of my neck. She grabbed my hands and slowly pulled my arms up. Amanda was on her knees in front of me staring up. Again I felt like a piece of meat in a lion's cage. Angel continued to raise my arms above my head and once they were extended I was forced to stand up as she continued to urge me upwards. I stood and Amanda ran her hands down the back of my legs while letting her head fall backwards so she could look out at the audience.

At this point Angel had guided my hands right onto the bar suspended from the ceiling. No sooner did I grasp the brass rail, when I felt cold steel clamp shut around my wrists. I looked around in a panic, only to see Angel stepping away from me casually caressing her body and smiling devilishly. Amanda was still holding my legs as I tried to move my arms which were now locked onto the suspended brass rail. 

Had I turned around at any point earlier I might have seen the handcuffs, which had been left lying behind my chair. If I had bothered to look behind me even moments before I might have better understood that the cheer from the audience was because Angel was dancing behind me with the handcuffs clasped in her teeth. 

Adrenaline was pumping through me. Amanda and Angel were once again circling me, but this time they were clawing my chest and back as they went around. The DJ started again,

"Okay gang, our prisoner has had his show, now how about some fun!" The crowd cheered. I could see Shirley with her fingers between her lips whistling. "Yessir," the DJ continued, "its time for a couple of birthday spanks." Another wave of cheering. "But before we let the 'S.W.A.T. team' do their swatting, I think we need to get him a bit more comfortable. It's time to strip him down to his skivvies ladies!" Another huge cheer from the audience.

Total panic hit as I once again became acutely aware that I was not wearing any "skivvies". I started pleading with Amanda, in a desperate whisper, telling that I was not wearing any underwear. Angel was already toying with my t-shirt, lifting it and letting it fall. Amanda stepped in front of me, seeming to ignore my pleas, grabbed my t-shirt at the center of my chest in both fists. I felt her finger nail scratching me as it wiggled a hole through the material. I instinctively understood what was coming next, but my brain could not grasp the idea that she was about to destroy one of the last remaining articles of clothes I possessed at this moment. And then she did. She ripped my shirt in half. The torn pieces hung on me for a moment, the collar still intact and then it was completely torn away. The only piece that survived was the knit crew neck of the collar. Again the crowd cheered.

I was now half naked in front of the entire club. I noticed that all of the strippers had congregated at the back of the room, presumably to watch the show. The place was now completely packed.

I was sweating and my knees were clenched together. I was repeating over and over again "please don't. I'm not wearing underwear." Amanda and Angel were circling again.

Once again the DJ was talking, "Alright people are you ready to see if this guy wears boxers or briefs?" The crowd cheered. I could see my friend and Shirley now reclined in their chairs with looks of pure satisfaction on their faces. "Okay ladies, show us what he's got."

Angel was clawing my chest from behind as Amanda's fingers drifted to the waistband of my jeans. Her fingers undid my belt and the top button. As she looked down, I leaned into her ear and again pleaded, "please... I'm not wearing underwear."

Her hands stopped suddenly as she looked up. "Did you say you are not wearing underwear?"

"Yes! Yes!" I responded in desperation.

She turned away from me and signaled to a nearby stripper in the audience. The cute little redhead bounced up to the side of the stage. Amanda leaned down and whispered something and the redhead moved away from the stage. Amanda walked back in front of me, her eyes dancing.

She reached around me and pulled Angel tight against my back. I could feel Angel's soft warm skin pressing up against me and then Amanda slipped her right hand into my jeans. Her hand slid down past my straining erection and cupped my balls.

"Whoa! Ladies and Gentlemen," the DJ piped up over the p.a., "it appears we have a pervert!" The crowd cheered. The DJ went on, "We were going to let you off the hook easy, buddy, but it's a whole different thing for perverts. Perverts need to be punished!" More whistles and hollering. "Well, I know what the ladies think of perverts, but what do you guys think? Should we fuck this guy up?" The crowd gave a definitive affirmative response.

To be continued. . .



The Price of Underwear Ch. 04



Continued...

The hoots and hollers from the audience left no doubt that I was in serious trouble and there was no help or sympathy forthcoming from the people sitting around the posh little strip club. 

I could see Shirley and my friend both sitting and smiling up at me from their table. Shirley started blowing me kisses. My friend reached into her purse and pulled out my black box briefs that she had duped me out of only a few hours earlier. How the hell did I end up in this position? Who knew a friendly little transaction, a harmless dare, would set me up for the most humiliating and exhilarating experience of my life? I had a feeling she might have.

The DJ's overly smooth deep voice once again filled the air, "Well, I guess everyone agrees... ladies... let's fuck this guy up!" More cheers. Then the stage went dark.

I felt a chill go through me. Not because the only remnant of my t-shirt that I was still wearing was the knit crew neck and a few stray threads. Not because my belt was unbuckled and my pants were partially undone. Not because I was not wearing any underwear and my pants were soon to be taken away from me. Not because I was standing handcuffed to a rail running above the center stage in the middle of a crowded strip club and soon to be naked and totally humiliated.  While all of those things had my heart pumping at full speed and the adrenaline coursing through my veins, it was the gentle squeeze from Amanda, the gorgeous blonde stripper standing in front of me with one hand in my jeans grasping my balls and the words that she breathed into my ear that had the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end.

"Everyone here is going to watch us abuse you." Her teeth bit my earlobe and her right middle finger did a little come hither on the back of my nuts, then she added, "and it is going to be delicious." She leaned away slightly and I could see her eyes in the dim black light. They were positively shining.

"Hold on tight," her left hand trailed up to my cuffed wrist and over my hand on the bar and gave another squeeze for emphasis, "and be good..." 

She said nothing else but her face hardened for one second and I knew that there was an "or else" that had not been spoken. Then she slipped her right hand out from my jeans and spun away. At the same time I felt Angel, who's naked body had been pressed up against my back, release me as well. They both disappeared behind me, leaving me stretched out and cuffed to the rail running across the front of the stage in virtual darkness. I was alone in front of the audience. I was afraid. I was rock hard.

The room was dark except for black light when the rolling synth of the Eurythmics' "Sweet Dreams" stared pulsing through the speakers. I could feel the cool air and the eyes of everyone in the audience on my body. As the lyrics kicked in "Sweet dreams are made of these...", I was lit up like the fourth of July. It was like the stage lights exploded on. This was not the usual strip club lighting. There were bright white spotlights glaring on either side of me, lighting me completely from head to toe. I had no doubt that everyone in the audience could see every inch of me, because I could see myself clearly reflected in the mirror on the wall directly opposite the stage. I could also see my stretched and exposed back infinitely reflected from the mirror on the back of the stage. Worse yet, because of the positioning of the spotlights, I could also see the faces of everyone looking at me. 

Suddenly, Angel and Amanda were once again dancing beside me. They had put back on their little S.W.A.T. flack jackets and their thongs and high heels. Only this time instead of me sitting comfortably in a chair while they stripped, my hands were stretched above my head hand-cuffed and holding on for dear life while they prepared to strip me!

Amanda reached across from my right and grabbed the open belt buckle. She tugged at it and it came out whipping through the loops. My hips were twisted towards her, my hands clenched the rail and my legs squeezed together, as I felt my open jeans slip ever so slightly down my soon to be exposed behind. She then looped the belt around my neck and stepped back for all to see. She did a little Vanna White-style flourish with her arms and the crowd erupted with more whistles and cheers.

Amanda and Angel stepped towards me again, this time running their hands down my jeans to my shoes. They each took hold of one of my feet and then to my surprise, they lifted my feet up and out from under me. I gripped the rail to support my weight, as they stretched my body out towards the audience.

They each hooked their arms around one of my legs and I was extended with my feet over the front row at an almost 45 degree angle. I was straining futilely to see what was going on, when I felt two other sets of hands roughly removing my socks and shoes. My view was obstructed by the two beauties holding my legs and then I felt cool air on my toes and saw one of my shoes arc towards a corner only to then be passed to another table like a beach ball at a concert. All the while Annie Lennox continued to sing about abuse and dreams.

Amanda and Angel looked back at me and smiled wickedly. Then they faced front and began to step out off the front of the stage onto the tables and then the chairs that surrounded the stage. I felt their grip on my legs loosen and before they had even taken the first step, my heart raced and my body tightened and I understood what was about to happen.

It was the shortest and longest moment of my life. Each stripper had grabbed one cuff of my jeans and as they walked forward they took my pants with them. For one brief second I was pulled taught, almost completely parallel with the stage, my jeans snagged on the curve of my ass and then released. I felt every inch of skin exposed to the spotlights. My erection, which had been straining against the denim swung upwards slapping against my abdomen as my jeans descended towards my knees. My jeans were pulled towards my feet and off and it was like the snapping of an elastic band. The jeans were flung forward into the audience and my naked body swung backwards. Instinctually, I curled my legs towards my chest. And then it was done.

There I was naked, except for the belt and the torn collar of my t-shirt around my neck, swinging from the railing. My erection pointed at the audience flopping to and fro as I tried to control the recoil and get my feet on the ground. I finally planted my feet only to realize that this left my body completely extended and totally on display. With mirrors all around their was nowhere to hide in the heat of the bright spotlights,

Angel and Amanda strutted back onto the stage. Each of them now wearing black latex gloves and holding a bottle of baby oil. Angel was also casually holding onto the legs of my jeans, trailing them slightly on the ground. They moved like tigers closing in on their prey; their shapely legs criss-crossing and their sexy hips swaying hypnotically to the music. Soon they were dancing around me again as Angel twirled my jeans over her head and then flung them out and into the audience.

It was at this point that I became fully aware of all the people staring at me completely naked and totally on display. Some of the guys were laughing, some were cheering, others had their jaws open in shock. The strippers at the back of the room were draped over each other and bent over in laughter. The waitresses had stopped moving. Even the sexy female bartenders had come out from around the bar to witness the spectacle. 

Shirley and my friend were actually standing and shouting and whistling and clapping. At one point my friend started throwing dollar bills at the stage. When her eyes caught mine, I felt more exposed than ever. I felt like we were completely alone and at the same time I felt the full impact of my public exhibition. Even from the stage, I could feel her satisfaction and I was overwhelmed with humiliation... and arousal. My dick was so hard, it was practically pointing straight up.

My thoughts were broken by the soft nudge of Amanda's strappy high-heel against my foot. I looked over to see her holding a blanket and she motioned for me to lift my legs. I did and once again I was hanging awkwardly from the rail. She ceremoniously laid the blanket out beneath me and I lowered my legs back down.

The girls circled around me again as the Eurythmics faded out, Angel slapping my erection each time she past making it bob up and down. Then to add insult to injury, the DJ piped up.

"Well folks, it looks like we have a reeaaal pervert. He's got a fucking hard-on! This fuck likes this! So, should we give him more of what he wants? Who wants to see these pretty ladies fuck this guy up?" Again there was no doubt as to the vote of the masses - the audience erupted into more whistles and cheers. 

The spotlights went off, strobe lights started flashing and the break beat of the Prodigy's "Smack My Bitch Up" ripped through the club. The girls started dancing around me again, occasionally grinding me or pumping me from behind and alternating between pinching my nipples with there black latex covered hands and smacking my erection. I was still holding on white-knuckled to the rail in fear that I might slip off and be left dangling from the cuffs as my body was knocked around by these stunning women.

I felt warm liquid hit my belly and I jumped slightly. I looked over to see Amanda holding the plastic bottle of baby oil between her legs like a dick as she thrusted her hips at me and squeezed, flinging arcs of baby oil art my body. I then felt it from the other side of me. The two continued to dance around me in the flashing strobes, hosing me down with baby oil, until Angel got bored and just walked right up and dumped the remainder of her bottle over my head. 

The baby oil was running down my ears and cheeks, when I felt Amanda's gloves, now slick with oil sliding up my legs. She rubbed the oil all over my legs working her way up to my crotch. At the same time I could feel angel swirling oil all over my back and neck, her hands snaking around my body. She began kneading my butt cheeks as Amanda rose up to stand in front of me taking hold of my hard-on and rubbing oil all over my shaft and balls and occasionally sneaking back into the crack of my ass.

Once again Amanda was standing in front of me with an evil grin as she slipped the belt from my neck. The spotlights came back on in full force. As Amanda stepped away, I saw Angel's hand in the mirror across the room come out from between my legs with her middle finger sticking up giving everyone in the audience a little fuck you. 

I looked like some obscene body competition with my naked flesh stretched out, glistening with oil, my hard cock jutting out in front of me, and Angel's hand sticking out from between my legs. She wiggled her middle finger and then her hand moved straight up between my legs. I felt her finger against my ass and then she penetrated me. Her finger, slick with oil, moved firmly inside of me. She then stepped out from behind me, with her finger still in my ass. Her hand gripped me from the inside as she used it to make my hips sway to the music.

No words can capture the humiliation of being totally naked, displayed on a stage and having someone manipulate your body like a puppet. I felt the heat of my blush from head to toe. Every so often Angel would apply a little pressure as she drove her finger deep into me, causing my erection to jump involuntarily.

I could see Shirley doubled over with laughter. My friend was standing next to her. She smiled wickedly and then pulled a twenty dollar bill from my wallet, walked up to the stage and laid it at my feet. I hung my head in utter defeat.

Amanda brought me back again, but this time it was with the sharp snap of the belt across my chest. I jumped and my head snapped up only to see her standing with one foot forward, her hips cocked, with the belt pulled back ready to uncoil another painful blow. She was also oily and her ample cleavage shone in the hot spotlights.

"Time for his licks," the DJ said as he shut the music off completely. Angel removed her finger from my ass and positioned my hips so that I was bent slightly forward with my body in profile to the audience and my ass presented to Amanda. I had to stand on my toes to keep my balance. 

"Alright, let's hear y'all count to ten!" the DJ urged. It wasn't silent, but the absence of the music was very noticeable and I felt like you could hear my heart beating at the back of the room. 

"Away we go," the DJ said.

Angel took hold of my hard-on as Amanda let loose with the first blow. I was so oily that I slipped right out of her hand when I jumped from the bite of the belt. I felt the stinging heat spread across my ass. The crowd counted "one". Amanda reset and Angel took hold of me again and then I felt the crack of the belt on my ass. Amanda rained down ten sharp lashes as the audience counted along. By the time we reached ten my ass cheeks were on fire. My erection never wavered thanks to Angel's deft manipulations.

"OK, he's had his licks. Now it's time for this perv to take his medicine." The DJ put on some random dance track, while the girls rubbed my ass and then they worked their way down my legs to my ankles. Again they each began to lift my feet off the ground but this time they stretched my feet up and out. I was now hanging, with my legs splayed wide open and even more obscenely displayed. 

The red-headed stripper once again approached the stage, but this time she came up onto it. She was holding a vibrator in one hand and a cup in the other.

The redhead took my right leg from Amanda and handed her the two implements. Amanda sauntered over to my right side and Angel and the red head pulled my legs up and farther apart, revealing my asshole.

Amanda raised the pink vibrator above her head like arthur having just pulled the sword from the stone. The music cut out and this time you could hear a pin drop when she twisted the black nob at the base and the vibrator came to life. The entire club erupted and then fell silent as she leaned over my leg and moved the buzzing phallus towards my exposed ass. She stopped briefly to roll it against my oily skin before sliding it into me. The only sound was the whir of the vibrator as it was slowly muffled by my body. 

The vibrator had to be at least six inches and only a sliver of pink was visible when she parked it in my ass and began working my dick. She started off relatively slowly, but soon enough she was really working me over. She leaned into me and her tongue flicked across my nipple before she gave me a teasing bite. 

My shaft was slick with oil and her firm grip pumped me from balls to tip, twisting ever so slightly as she pistoned up and down. The entire room remained silent watching the spectacle. All that could be heard was her fist sliding up and down, the buzz emanating from inside me, and my ragged breathing. 

I could feel my orgasm building and I was powerless to stop it. I was going to cum in front of an audience of strangers and two good friends, who had no never so much as seen me without a shirt on before tonight. I was suspended and spread-eagle with everything on display - my body, my orgasm, every twitch, every involuntary moan, every...

And then I exploded. I cried out, deep and guttural, as the orgasm ripped through me. My body flailed like I had just been stabbed with an electric current. My back arched, thrusting my pelvis upward and every muscle in my body tightened. Wave after wave rocked me as Amanda milked every drop of cum from my body.

I was totally spent but she kept going. The sensation was so overwhelming that it almost bordered on being painful and my legs twitched in the hands of the strippers like fish out of water.

Finally, they let me fall and this time, totally spent, my hands slipped off and I hung from the bar by the hand cuffs; the metal painfully digging into my wrists. The vibrator slowly slipped from my ass and fell onto the blanket with an audible clunk.

The room was frozen in a shocked silence, except for the vibrator until the DJ broke through, "Now drink your fucking medicine... drink... drink..." the crowd picked up the chant. I was totally confused until Angel grabbed my oily hair and pulled my head back and Amanda raised the cup, now filled with my cum to my lips. 

I was completely broken and I drank with no resistance. The crowd cheered again and the music came back on. Angel undid the cuffs and I flopped onto the stage. I was still trying to get my bearings when a steely grip took my arm and started dragging me. I tried to get to my feet as the hulk of a bouncer pulled me off the stage and towards the entrance. 

It was only when he was leading me down the stairs that I realized he intended to throw me out on the street still completely naked. I started to fight and protest but I had little energy to resist and I soon found myself totally naked on a well-lit downtown thoroughfare. Fortunately, My friend and Shirley were close behind. Unfortunately, the only pieces of clothing they had for me was my shoes and my underwear, which I had given up so many hours before. 

My friend dangled them in front of me as Shirley teased me.

"Nice show Ebin. Now that is a story I will enjoy telling!" She laughed cruelly. I grabbed the underwear and quickly put them on.

"Can we get out of here?" I pleaded as I put my shoes on.

"Sure." My friend replied, "but first we need one picture to remember this night."

"Are you serious?"

"Why not? It's nothing compared with what you just did in there." she said pointing her thumb over he shoulder at the entrance of the club.

"Fine."

Shirley grabbed one of the people still gawking at me and gave him the camera. The girls stood on either side of me and I put my arms around their shoulders. 

We were about to take the picture when Shirley yelled, "Wait!" and then in one swift motion yanked my underwear to the ground and planted her foot between my legs, pinning my Calvins to the ground. I just stood there; all the fight in me was gone.

"That's better." She said, "Now you can take the picture." 

The guy snapped the picture, and Shirley paused for a moment and smiled before letting me pull up my underwear.

"Now can we go?"

"Yes. Now we can go." My friend smiled at Shirley as we flagged a cab and jumped in.

The End