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Upscale - All Nude

By: Mickiluv



One evening, we had a dinner meeting after work, you know, hosted by a sales manager, attended by a smart guy from out of town, and all of the sales people, at a nearby restaurant.

As the dinner part of the meeting was coming mercifully to an end, one of the men started to ask if anyone would like to go to a nearby club after dinner. There were some takers, including the boss and the guy from out of town. The guys from my office started kidding me about probably not wanting to go to this place because it was a cabaret that advertised itself as an "upscale all-nude" establishment. This brings to my mind the only possible question, "Upscale in what possible way?" Well, maybe the furniture was nice. I decided that I would not back down on this, and so, whatever, I went with them.

We got there in a few minutes and were seated at several tables that faced one of three stages. There was music, lots of elaborate lighting, and some very scantily clad young women dancing on the stages and circulating in the crowd. A drink order was given; I got mine, and proceeded to be fascinated. These girls did take all of their clothes off and seemed quite professional at what they were doing. I observed and learned about lap dances and table dances, and was offered both by beautiful young women. I did notice that they were kind of divided up into two categories, those who had some obvious cosmetic surgery, and those who were "au naturale", as I learned. It seems that everyone in the place had an opinion about which choice was best. This made me feel a little less inferior to the "augmented", since I am of the "au naturale" persuasion.

Anyway, the liquor flowed at our table, and the sales crew got more boisterous and more brave. Since I was the only woman present from their daily lives, they wanted my impression of what was happening. There were also some comments about how this place sometimes had an amateur night, and some of the remarks kind of challenged me in that way. This went on for awhile, and got louder, until, finally, one of the dancers came over to me and introduced herself as Shana, and asked if I would like to give dancing a try. She told me that I could take it to any length I wanted, and, that she would help me, and she also said I might really enjoy doing it. Well, what a pickle. Listen, I was a good bit older than these "perfect" girls. I had never done this. But, you know what, that competitive bone I have in my body just took over, so, I agreed to go with Shana and find out what I had to do. As I did this, I gave my grinning boss the look that told him he would be paying for all of this later.

Shana took me back to the dressing room area, a little more decorated than the rooms you use to try on clothes in a department store. She told me that most of the amateurs came to the club with underwear that they could put on and dance in, and that that was the only preparation they needed to make. I had on a real nice raw silk, almost sheer camisole with old fashion style tap panties with open legs, cut kind of short. The fabric was kind of rough, light tan, and they had light pink ribbons tied here and there. The camisole was ruffled some at the waist and on the straps. My breasts were visible very slightly through the fabric, and the feel of the slightly rough silk always turned me on. Anyway, Shana said that the underwear would be perfect, but she thought a couple of additions would probably be needed. She said my heels were a little too low, and she loaned me some that were a little more exotic -- about five inches exotic that needed some practice to stand and walk in. She also mentioned that it was really important to my comfort level to "be prepared", so she pulled out a big box of what looked like packaged underwear. What she had here was a box of g-strings, made in every shade of skin tone imaginable. She told me that most of the amateurs wore these, at least a first, and decided to continue with it or without it. She said that some of the pros used them all of the time. I picked one the closest to my skin tone.

I got all dressed, or undressed, as it were. I had on the string, my underwear over it, and those high heels. I walked around some to get used to the shoes. As I did so, my excitement grew with the thought of displaying myself on a stage. Shana came back and told me that when the music started in a few minutes, all I needed to do was walk into the alcove that opened on the stage, wait to hear my name, and walk out when I heard it, then, just walk around until my heart slowed some. She said that I would need to concentrate on walking slow, and that good posture was a must.

She said that I could dance if I wanted, and that could be made easier for me by dancing with my partner. Partner?! What she was referring to was the pole that each stage had installed from floor to ceiling. If you are not used to dancing in very tall shoes, it is best to hold onto something, she said, so the pole was the answer, also, she told me, particularly at first, looking at your audience and dancing could be kind of hard and distracting, so just look at your partner and let the audience take care of itself.

When the music ended, the dancer ahead of me got off the stage by walking into the audience down some steps. I stood in the alcove offstage, waited, and looked out. I had checked myself out in the mirror a moment before, and I liked what I saw, I guess. No younger, but plenty sexy, and my legs seemed to be longer than I remembered. As the music started up, and the lights onstage started moving, and the fake smoke started flowing, my heart just raced. This was crazy. I did not have to do this! But, I kind of wanted to, so I put one foot in front of the other, and walked out, going too damned fast. It is hard to be a sexy sex object and have to put on the brakes to keep from falling off a stage and breaking bones. I managed to slow down, make a turn, and walk along the edge of the stage, with great relief.

The reaction was fantastic. Everyone, not just the guys from my table, was clapping and yelling. I kept walking around, slowing down, stopping, and kind of lightly posing myself, you know, my back to the crowd, my hip kind of cocked, and looking over my shoulder. This is just the same stuff that I did for my husband, but that's another story.

I grabbed the pole with one hand and tried it out as a dance partner. It worked. I was able to hold on, walk, sashay, rotate my hips, and move anyway I wanted, and not take a spill. Shortly before the music ended, I walked to the edge of the stage, stopped, put my hand on my hips, and looked at my colleagues, whose comments were now all favorable. The comments from the rest of the crowd were to the effect that I needed to remove clothing to please them further, so, when the music started again, I slipped into the alcove and took off my panties, and went out with the top and the g-string. What a clamor when I turned my back and slowly moved my ass. That little string was so tight that it must have just been buried between my cheeks. I went to the edge of the stage, turned around, and slowly bent over, adjusting the straps on those heels. What noise! I turned my head and looked around my leg at the crowd, then I straighten, reached back and around myself, and pulled the string out of my butt, looked around at the crowd again, smiled, and snapped it back in again. I walked back into the alcove very slowly, kept my back to them, and took off the g-string. I turned around again and walked out, slowly parading my pussy around the edge of the stage. Some guys were standing up, holding out money, so I went up near them and squatted, facing them, my legs spread, and I collected $40. I loved it, I loved getting the reaction, and, as I started pulling here and there at my top, they wanted that top off, so back to the alcove. The alcove serves a purpose in that it lets you do something with your clothes that may be awkward out on the stage, and still let the audience see you do it, so I went back in and slipped the top off.

That did it! Dancing nude in a pair of high heels and getting all of that from so many men was unbelievable. I loved being naked like this. Again, I went to the edge of the stage, facing the crowd, and gracefully, mind you, sat down with my legs crossed. I lay back with my knees up and then raised my legs with those heels on my feet straight up in the air. I spread my legs as slowly as possible and brought them back together again, showing it all off. 

Back on my feet again, I took the steps down into the crowd, went over to my table, and circulated through the guys from work. They were kind of silent compared to the tables around them. I sat down in my boss's lap, got up again, took his glasses off of his head, folded them, and slipped them between my legs. I got the lenses thoroughly coated with my sweet stuff and put them back on his head.

The rest of the evening I worked the crowd with the rest of the dancers. Finally, I got reunited with my clothing when it was time to leave, and went home with a good deal of extra cash. This was definitely the most profitable, exciting, and fun sales meeting I ever attended.

A couple of years later I told my husband about this little adventure. Of course, he wishes that he had been there. I kind of wish he had been there, too.