****** The Dare by Peter L. and scarlett minx ******
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The Dare


(c) 1999 Peter L. & The Scarlett Minx

This story contains explicit sexual situations and language. It is intended for
adult audiences and not for minors. Both authors welcome comments and
constructive criticisms of this work. This work is copyrighted and the authors
retain all rights to it. It may not be duplicated without the permissions of
both authors.

Her Story

How did I let him talk me into this, I wondered? I peered out into the
audience, but the stage lights' glare made it impossible to see past the first
few rows. I spotted Phil at a table at center stage. He calmly sipped his drink
as I stepped further out into the light. The smoky atmosphere smelled of
tobacco, beer, sweat, and lust. Whistles and catcalls met me as I listened for
the music to start. I was the last performer for the evening in the contest.

Phil had spotted the banner for the amateur night contest at one of the strip
clubs in the seedier parts of the city. We had met after work for a light
dinner. I had taken a taxi to the restaurant, knowing he would take me to my
home after dinner. I was still dressed in my business attire, conservative
dress and blazer, a white silk blouse, and dress shoes. Underneath I had on a
bra, panties, and the garter belt and hose he liked so much on me. After
dinner, Phil hailed a cab to take us home.

The driver gave me a strange look as I snuggled against Phil, but I put it out
of my mind. I wasn't paying much attention to route the cabby was taking until
the end of our trip.

Phil had the taxi to the curb and got out. Opening my door, he beckoned to me.

"Get out, I have an idea," he said with a twinkle in his eyes.

I looked around nervously, intrigued but not at ease with the unfamiliar
surroundings. I stepped from the car and he took my hand. He led me to the door
were a burly man with tattoo covered arms was collecting money from men
entering the club.

"You can't be serious," I said in disbelief. "I don't want to watch some bimbos
strutting around naked."

He slipped the man some money and we were motioned inside. The doorman's lust-
filled looks made me blush. Obviously he was used to women who would put up
with such crude behavior. I started to say something when Phil pulled me into
the bar. I glared at Phil. What was he thinking? This was embarrassing. Before
I could say another word, Phil had led us to a desk where several women were
signing up for the contest.

"Go ahead Robyn, give the man your name."

"Phil, this isn't funny anymore. Let's go."

"I dare you."

It seemed as though all the other noises in the bar faded as he said this. So
this was his game. We played a little dare competition from time to time. If
the dare was refused, the dare-er could claim a sexual favor from the dare-ee.
If the dare was accepted, the dare-ee was the winner and got to pick the
reward. Both of us enjoyed the game, each too proud and stubborn to usually
refuse. It added spice to our lovemaking, but neither of us had ever considered
something so outrageous before. Clearly Phil was hoping that I would 'chicken
out' and let him win. He smiled at me with a smug smirk on his face. It was the
look more than anything else that did it.

"Ok, so that's how he wants to be." Turning to the man I gave him my first
name. He told me that I was the final contestant, and that I would be dancing
last, after the first five girls had performed. The rules were simple; pick out
three songs to dance to, each performer could remove as much or as little
clothing as she wanted, the audience picked the winner by applause. It was
obvious the more nudity and sexuality the dancer presented, the better chance
of winning. I nervously signed the entry form and was pointed towards the
backstage area.

"Sure you want to do this?" Phil asked. I could tell he was expecting me to
quit.

"Of course, but I hope you are ready to pay up after this is over. Cause I plan
to make you pay BIG."

He looked startled by my tone of voice. I don't think he expected me to take
this quite so seriously. I picked up a song list and selected three songs that
I thought I could dance to. My stomach was full of butterflies as I handed it
to the manager. He told me to go and get ready, as the competition was about to
start.

I walked backstage. As I did, I could feel the weight and heat of the men's
stares as they saw another contestant enter the dressing area. The thought of
all these strange men seeing me dance filled me with trepidation and a strange
feeling of arousal. As I stepped through the stained curtain separating the
backstage area from the rest of bar my nipples began to harden and I felt the
heat begin to grow between my thighs.

Backstage there were several regular strippers as well as the other amateur
contestants. The contestants ranged from stunning to trashy. I was sure I just
looked nervous. The professional strippers were giving advice and making
suggestions. A table set off to the right held various props that could be used
during performances. I looked through them as the MC announced the first
contestant. I could feel myself sweat as I thought about going out on stage in
front of all those strangers. The thought raised such conflicting emotions;
fear, arousal, eagerness, and reluctance.

One of the regular strippers came over and asked if I needed any help getting
into my costume.

"Costume?" I asked stupidly.

"I see. You were going to wear that?" she asked, an amused smile on her pretty
face.

"Yeah, I guess. This is sort of a 'spur-of- the-moment' thing for me," I
explained.

"That's ok. Let's see what we can find for you." She picked up a pair of
eyeglass frames. "Try these on, we'll go for the urban professional look."

I slipped them on as she walked behind me and pulled my hair back and pinned it
up. I trembled as her fingertips brushed across the nape of my neck.

"This excites you, doesn't it?" she whispered in my ear. Her tongue flicked my
ear lobe.

"Yesssss," I hissed as her hand came around to cup my swelling breast.

Her fingers softly pinched my now-hard nipple. I heard her gasp in surprise as
she felt my nipple ring there.

"Hmmm, not so innocent under these clothes after all. We can use that."

I let her unbutton my blouse as she rubbed herself against my back. When she
had my shirt open, she spun my around. Looking at my bra, she reached down and
picked a black leather push-up half bra.

"Put this on. It will show off your rings better."

Her words reminded me that soon total strangers would be seeing my intimate
jewelry; something only Phil had seen so far. The thought sent a jolt of
electricity straight to my swelling clit. I felt my body flush as I replaced my
bra with the leather one.

My reaction wasn't lost on my helper. She just grinned wider and lifted my
skirt. She looked approvingly at my black lace panties and stockings. Before I
could stop her she had pulled my panties to one side and knelt in front of me.

"A shaved pussy. You know everyone will be able to see your pretty cunny."

"Yes," I said, as I blushed scarlet.

I gasped as I felt her fingertips brush my swelling outer lips. A surge of
moisture seeped from between my lips as she softly ran her fingers up and down
my slit. I could feel the hot breath from her mouth just inches from my sex.

"Why are you doing this?" my new friend asked.

I explained about Phil's dare, and how it was part of one of our sex games. She
continued to stroke me with her fingers; softly and slowly. Before I knew it I
was trembling on the edge of an orgasm.

She stood up, her fingertips glistening in the harsh light. I watched,
fascinated as she licked her index finger clean. She extended her middle
finger, still wet with my pussy cream, and held it up to my lips.

"Clean it, slut," she commanded.

Obediently I parted my lips and sucked myself off her finger. She ran her
finger in and out past my lips. I swirled my tongue all around her digit,
pretending it was Phil's cock as I did. Her other hand was busy tweaking my
nipples.

"My name is Dee. I don't think you will have any trouble performing out there
now, will you my uptown slut?"

"Unnnn unnn," I shook my head as I continued to suck her finger.

"Good girl."

She removed her finger from my mouth. She selected two additional props for my
performance. The first was a slim leather collar that she fastened around my
neck. The second was a metal dog leash, which she clipped to the collar. She
wound the chain loosely around my neck as well.

"Button up you blouse."

With trembling fingers I did as she commanded. I was able close the top of the
garment over the collar and leash. Dee fiddled with the chain until she was
satisfied it wouldn't be easily spotted until I removed my blouse.

"Now for your first song just let your hair down, hike up your skirt a little,
maybe untuck your blouse. Next song you can remove your skirt, unbutton your
blouse from the bottom up. Just don't let them see your collar until the last
song. Then I want you to show them what a hot-blooded woman you are,
understand?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Mmm, I like the sound of that."

With that she leaned forward and kissed my on the lips. I felt her tongue brush
against my lips and I opened my mouth to deepen the kiss. Dee had other ideas.
She pulled back, leaving me wanting more.

"No, not until I get to see you dance."

I looked around and was surprised to see that four of the contestants had
already performed. The fifth girl was just being called to the stage. I wished
her good luck as she strode through the curtain. I could hear the patrons
express their delight as another woman performed for them. My fear and
nervousness began to reassert themselves as I waited for my turn.

All too soon she finished her third song. The applause she received sounded
thunderous. For a moment I panicked. I can't do this. Letting everyone see me
intimately. What if someone has a camera? No, no way.

Then the MC was calling my name. Dee squeezed my ass and pushed me gently
through the curtain.

I blinked as the stage lights blinded me briefly. I walked hesitantly to the
center of the stage. A few wolf whistles and crude comments came from the
crowd. I spotted Phil sitting at a table.

All thoughts of calling this off vanished when he smirked at me, sure of his
victory. My fear receded as I thought of what I would make him do after I won.
I could my passion build as I grew more confident.

The speakers came to life in an explosion of sound. The first sound I had
picked was Joe Cocker's rendition of "You Can Leave Your Hat On" from the movie
"9 1/2 Weeks". It seemed like a perfect song to strip to. I began by strutting
across the stage. I would spin and bend, letting the men see the shape of my
body as I swung my hips and chest in time with the music. I reached up and
pulled out the hairpins holding my hair up. As I danced I tried to make eye
contact with the men in the crowd, everyone but Phil. Flirting with the men
turned me on more and made them cheer more. I pulled my blouse out of my skirt
and hiked up my skirt, showing off my legs as I danced. Hours of bicycling have
toned my legs and I enjoy showing them off. As the first song ended I spun
around, pulling my skirt high enough for them to see my panty-covered ass. I
flushed with pleasure at the crude comments coming from the audience.

I caught my breath as I waited for the next song to begin. This was turning out
to be fun I thought to myself. The next song was "The Look" by Roxette. I spun
around and began to unbutton my blouse from the bottom. I would open a button
and then hike up my skirt. Slowly I opened my blouse. The men cheered as more
and more of my body was revealed. It seemed as though I could feel their lust
and desire as I danced. Maybe this is why some women enjoy stripping, I
thought. Slowly, I rocked my hips as I pulled down the zipper of my skirt. As I
slowly pushed it down, I did a pirouette. With my back to the crowd, I bent at
the waist, pushing my ass towards the crowd. The response was immediate. I
straightened up and continued to dance, the air cool on my sweaty thighs. As
the song wound down, I pulled my blouse back to expose my breasts to the
audience. I could hear their cheers and approval as my nipple rings were
revealed to everyone. The leather bra made my tits jut out, the rings dangling
as I danced, the stage lights making the steel rings sparkle as I moved.

The last song was going to get their attention. I had selected Berlin's "Sex,
I'm A..". As it began, I pulled open my blouse. The top two buttons popped off
and flew out into the crowd somewhere. The crowd roared as my collar and leash
were revealed. I unwound the leash and rubbed it over my nipples. I went up to
the edge of the stage and shook my tits and ass in the faces of the men in the
front of the audience. I sat down and rolled onto my shoulders. With my legs in
the air I pulled my soaking panties off and flung them into the crowd. I did an
inverted split, letting everyone see my shaved pussy. I could feel my sticky
lips pull apart as I did. I blushed as I realized how slutty this pose must
look. Rolling onto my hands and knees, I crawled along the edge of the stage.
It was so erotic to gaze into the eyes of the patrons, to see the lust
smoldering there as I exposed myself for their entertainment.

As I crawled across the stage the leash dangled and dragged between my legs. I
reached between them and brought it up between the cheeks of my ass. Grasping
the handle of the leash, I pulled it tight and rolled my hips. This slid the
chain back and forth between my labia. I shuddered as each link rubbed against
my clit. The cool metal was a sharp contrast to the overheated flesh it was
contacting.

Rising to a squat I spread my legs wide, allowing everyone to see me pleasuring
myself. Reaching down I pulled on my right nipple ring, stretching my breast as
I bent down and took the ring between my teeth. I tilted my head back, groaning
as a delicious bolt of agony shot through me. While I continued to rub the
chain over my clit I slow pushed two fingers into my pussy. I started to frig
myself, making wet squishy noises as I drove my hand in and out. Shuddering, I
felt myself begin to climb towards a powerful cum. Standing to a raucous
barrage of hoots and catcalls, I added a third finger. The trails of honey
running down my legs glistened in the bright lights. Knowing that my orgasm was
not far away and that my final song was almost over, I decided it was time to
involve Phil in this little scene. I walked over until I was directly in front
of his table. I handed him the leash and turned away from him. While I
continued to finger-fuck myself with one hand, I reached behind myself with my
other hand. My fingertips circled my quivering anus. Gathering some lubrication
from my cunt, I pushed a finger into my ass. The crowd went wild as I put on an
obscene display for a bar full of strangers. Phil added to my excitement by
tugging on the leash, stimulating my clit.

With a whimper my orgasm broke over me like a gigantic wave that swept me away.
For precious moments the bar faded from my awareness as I rode my climax. When
I could once again focus on my surroundings, I felt someone tilt my head back.
A pair of soft lips met mine in a deep passionate kiss. Dee's tongue thrust
itself into my mouth as she toyed with my heaving breasts. Taking my hand, she
led me over to Phil. I collapsed into his arms as he smiled at me and gave me a
deep kiss of his own. Our kiss was broken when Dee pulled on my leash.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend? Com' on, I DARE you," she
said with a lusty grin.

The Dare

His Story

"Oh my God..." I said in a choked whisper "...she's actually going through with
it."

Yep, there she was. My petite little Robyn, her tussled hair down around her
shoulders and looking sexy as hell, had just started to strut her stuff on the
stage of The Purple Pussy in front of a frenzied mostly male audience. Joe
Cocker's gravely voice was telling her to "stand on that chair.." as she swung
seductively before their enraptured eyes. She wasn't the smoothest of all the
dancers but what she lacked in moves she made up for in raw seductive power.
Men where reaching passed the stage lights trying to get a quick feel and a few
times I thought I saw Robyn intentionally lean in to let a few lucky ones get
their wish. Oh FUCK, I thought, did I really want this or had I finally taken
our game a little too far?

(Three weeks earlier)

Robyn and I were in bed. She had just given me a fantastic blowjob and was
about to finish me off when stopped. I groaned in frustration and gave her a
pleading look.

She just smiled and said, "Dare you!"

I was at her mercy and a captive audience and she knew it. "Oh fuck Robyn, not
now" I whined.

"Dare!" she said in a steely voice that she reserves for only the most serious
situations.

I rolled my eyes and sat up. She still had my throbbing cock clenched tightly
in her hand.

"O.K....what's the dare?" I asked trying to feign interest.

Her smile broadened and suddenly she tore out of the bed and ran into the next
room. I could hear her rummaging around in a plastic bag. Finally she returned
with something in her hand. It had an odd shape and was covered in thick
display plastic. When she brought it closer I finally got to see what was so
interesting. Robyn held the package up so that I could get a good look. It was
an assortment of dildos. They were all different sizes, shapes and colors. Some
were smooth while others were bumpy and one was so realistic it looked like it
had been surgically removed just prior to packaging. The thought made me
shudder internally.

"Well, what do you think," she said?

"About what?" I said. "Don't I have a big enough cock for you anymore?" I
mumbled in mock hurt.

She playfully smacked me on the head with the package. "These aren't for me,
silly."

"Well they sure as hell ain't for me either girlfriend." Was she serious?

Robyn only smiled swinging the plastic package back and forth in front of my
eyes like a bad cartoon hypnotist. "Dare you!" was all she said.

I looked away with a smile of my own. "Robyn", I started hesitantly, wanting to
choose my words carefully, "I can appreciate that you want to keep our love
making 'exciting' buuut, well, this isn't something that I'm at all interested
in. I'm sorry but it's just not...me."

I could tell that Robyn was disappointed.

"Well I thought I'd give it a try," she said weakly tossing the package off to
one side of the bed.

It hit the carpet with a brittle crack. I flinched at the sound. Being the way
our 'game ' is played I waited for Robyn to tell me what to do to her sexually
now that I had refused her dare but she didn't say anything. She just resumed
sucking me off. We continued for another hour or so and then, both of us sated,
turned off the light and went to sleep. As I lay there waiting for sleep I
listened to her steady breathing.

Dildos, I thought. She wanted to stick those things up my ass, well no thank
YOU. Then it hit me. A wonderful idea sprang up and formed like an ice crystal,
fast, clear and sharp. It grew and grew and minutes later I was fast asleep, a
smile of contentment on my face.

The next day at lunch I went to the newsstand around the corner from work.
Several months earlier I had noticed a publication called Fast Times. At the
time I was curious so I picked it up and took a quick glance through. It was a
swingers magazine. It contained information on people who were interested in
swapping partners. Now I wasn't at all interested in seeing Robyn with another
guy. I mean I try not to be the jealous type but the idea of her with another
man didn't sit well with me at all. No, there was another reason why I'd picked
up the paper. I quickly flipped through to the back an soon spotted what I was
looking for. Smiling to myself I paid for the paper and walked back to my
office. As soon as I was safely tucked away in the comfort of my work sanctuary
with the door closed I made the call.

You dare me? I thought to myself. Well I dare you!

Now flash forward to earlier this evening. We were having a fine dinner at a
local spot that we both enjoyed. It seemed as if Robyn had totally forgotten
all about her little dare from a few weeks ago. The next morning I found that
the dildo package had disappeared and she hadn't brought it up again. Normally
she didn't give up so easily but maybe something in my voice had told her that
that hound just wasn't gonna hunt. In a way I was kind of disappointed. My
little plan for this evening would have worked better if she had at least
brought it up one more time but she hadn't. Normally after a nice dinner Robyn
and I will usually go to a good comedy club or maybe to one of the local dance
places. Well unbeknownst to her there would be a fair amount of dancing going
tonight on but not by us.

At least I hoped not. If every thing worked the way I had planned we wouldn't
even be at this place for more than a few minutes. My mind was set and the plan
was ready to go. After paying the bill I excused myself and went outside to
hail a taxi while Robyn used the ladies room.

When the driver pulled up I asked him if he knew of the place that I wanted to
go to. He smiled knowingly and nodded. Just at that moment Robyn joined me and
we climbed into the back of the cab. I saw the cabby look into his rearview
mirror, he smiled again shaking his head.

We pulled up under the flashing neon lights of a garish sign. The Purple Pussy
was a dive to be sure. To make the name somewhat legitimate there was, in fact,
a purple cat outlined in neon perched over the dingy entrance but everything
else about the place lacked even that poor stab at subtlety. A banner hung from
one of the cinder block walls that blared out "Amateur Night. All comers
welcome!" Before Robyn could say anything I hopped out of my side of the car
and literally ran over to her door. I opened it and almost laughed at the
expression on her face.

"Get out, I have an idea" I said.

Although I could tell she wasn't exactly sure of the situation she took my hand
and let me lead her to the front door.

"You can't be serious", Robyn said in disbelief. "I don't want to watch some
bimbos strutting around naked!"

A large man with a wealth of tattoos lining his hairy arms took my ten bucks.
He looked Robyn over like a piece of red raw meat, his eyes almost bulging out
of his head. With a sly grin he leaned in close and mumbled into my ear that
tonight was 'ladies night' and that my date got in for free. I acted surprised
and happy at the news although because of the call I had made three weeks
earlier I knew this already. Just as Robyn opened her mouth to protest I
dragged her through the front door and down a smoke filled hallway. Soon we
passed through a dark grey curtain and found ourselves right in the middle of
the action.

The place was packed. I made a quick survey and found that, not at all
surprisingly, that Robyn was only one of a handful of women. On stage a
pneumatically enhanced stripper was doing her thing. She swung like an acrobat
around a chrome pole that was center stage. At one point she had straddled the
pole high up and hung upside down by using only her legs to hold on. Even then
her breasts hardly moved. I spotted the registration desk and quickly pulled my
stunned girlfriend over to it. There were already several other women there
signing up.

Finally they had mostly cleared away when I said "Go ahead Robyn, give the man
your name."

She glared at me and said "Phil, this isn't funny anymore. Let's go."

I looked right at her. With three weeks worth of planning behind me,
this...this was the big payoff.

"I dare you," I said simply.

Robyn stared at me, seemingly struck dumb. "Perfect!", I screamed out in my
mind. See, not every dare is something that you want to do. Sometimes, what the
other person asks you to do can go too far. No dildos Robyn. No dildos and no
stripping in front of strangers. I felt giddy with triumph. I had proved my
point with a sledge hammer blow to Robyn's ego. Sometimes it's better just to
admit when you're in over your head. So with tail between firmly tucked between
your legs you scurry away to hide and hope that it's never brought up again.
Suddenly Robyn turned toward the man at the desk and she muttered her first
name. He told her in a flat tone that there were five other entrants, that she
was the final contestant and that she would be dancing last.

"Pick out any tree songs yoo wan. When da music starts you dance. You take off
whad you wan but lemme tell yoo, ya get more money if ya strip naked. When yer
done th' audience decides da winna by clappin'."

After she listened patiently she signed the entry form and was pointed towards
the backstage area. As Robyn started in that direction I put a hand on her
shoulder. She stiffened at my touch but I ignored it.

"You sure you want to go through with this?" I asked. My mouth was dry and my
voice almost cracked.

"Of course" she said coolly. "But I hope you are ready to pay up after this is
over 'cause I plan to make you pay BIG!"

I swallowed hard and I'm sure my eyes were round and practically glowing like a
couple of headlights. She turned and picked up a song list that was lying there
and considered it. When she handed the list back with her selections marked I
noticed her hand quavering. Maybe I hadn't lost, I thought. She hasn't actually
danced yet. Maybe when she gets a look at things from back stage she'll come to
reason. She'll lose her nerve. The sign-up guy told Robyn that she should go
get ready because the competition was about to start. Giving me one more icy
glare she disappeared behind the curtain that separated the back stage from the
rest of the joint. As I watched her go I felt better. There was no way she'd
actually do this. No way! I went out front and staked out a place to sit. She
hadn't won yet. Not by a long shot. But still I felt little ice-cold stabs of
fear jabbing at my stomach. The room dimmed slightly and loud rock and roll
blared from the speakers. The show, it seems, had started.

A voice boomed over a loud speaker, "OUR FIRST CONTESTANTS NAME IS ALEX AND
THIS IS HER PURPLE PUSSY DEBUT SO WHY DON'T YOU GUYS PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER
AND GIVE ALEX A PROPER PURPLE PUSSY WELCOME!!!"

Of course the crowd obeyed with screams and claps. The first girl, a pretty
brunette, slid nervously out on stage and started to dance with 'Highway To
Hell' thundering from the speakers. She tried to do a bump and grind thing but
because she was so nervous came off looking like someone had put itching powder
down her underwear. But once her clothes started coming off the crowd forgot
all about her lack of professional polish. They were here to see tits and ass
and it really didn't matter whose tits and ass either. She jiggled and shook
everything at once and as provocatively as she knew how and, predictably, the
boys ate it up. My stomach had moved passed icy stabs and was all the way up to
full churn. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe all of this was wrong. My idea of a bad
joke had now taken on a whole new terrifying dimension and Robyn, stubborn as
shit Robyn, was going to let it all play out. This sudden realization made my
head throb and my mouth dry out. I rose from my seat and quickly made my way to
the curtain Robyn had gone behind earlier. I was about to pull it back when I
felt a meaty hand grab my shoulder. I turned around and there stood one of the
huge, muscle-bound bouncers that hid back in the shadowy corners of places like
this.

"Hey!" he called out over the blaring music, "only strippers are allowed back
there and you, my friend, don't look like a stripper to me."

"Look buddy" I said trying to sound as determined and tough as I could, "my
girlfriend is one of these contestants and now that I get a look at this crowd
I don't think it's such a hot idea that she go through with this."

"Don't worry about it. She'll be safe. I won't let anything happen to her,
O.K.," he said smiling.

"Her name is Robyn and if you'd just let...."

"Sir, take your seat. Everything will be fine. Nobody's gonna try anything with
your girlfriend. Just go back out there and enjoy the show."

Seeing that this was not going to work I smiled wanly at him and rejoined the
hooting crowd. Just as my ass hit the chair the first girl's set came to a
close. She stood red faced but smiling. In one hand she held her costume as the
other hand came up and caressed her large breast. A simple little move but the
crowd loved it. Waving she turned and sauntered behind the red curtain shaking
her ass as she went.

"ALL RIGHT ALEX!" he screamed over the cheap speakers. "WHADAYA SAY GUYS, IS
SHE A WINNER OR WHAT?!"

They screamed and hollered and stamped their feet until I thought the place
would come down around my ears.

"WELL MAYBE OUR NEXT CONTESTANT WILL CHANGE YOUR MINDS. HER NAME IS RACHAEL AND
THIS IS HER THIRD TIME HERE AT THE PURPLE PUSSY. SO LET"S HEAR IT FOR
RRRRACHAEL!!! "

The next contestant came out with a flourish. She had obviously done this
before. Her act was a bit more elaborate but at this point I couldn't even
bring myself to watch. I ordered a strong drink from a waitress and sat back
with my hand over my eyes. Fuck, fuck, FUCK, I mentally screamed. After a few
minutes the waitress returned with my drink. I paid the six bucks and took a
swallow. Watered. I should have known. It would take about ten of these things
for me to reach the desired numb effect. Thank God I'd brought a lot of money.
Rachael came and went as did the rest of the girls in a blur of bad booze and
cigarette smoke.

Finally the announcer came on again. "FOR OUR LAST CONTESTANT WE HAVE A
NEWCOMER TO THE PURPLE PUSSY AND SHE'S GOT A JEALOUS BOYFRIEND IN THE
AUDIENCE."

Boos and hisses came from all directions and I felt my cheeks redden.

"LET'S HEAR IT FOR RRRROBYN!!!"

My heart leapt into my throat as the curtain pulled back and there stood Robyn.
I felt a rush of relief when I realized she was still wearing the same clothes
that she'd come in with. For some reason she'd also added a pair of glasses.
They seemed to accentuate her 'business' look. At least she wasn't already half
naked like the rest of the girls had been. I was hoping beyond all hope that
she'd just come out, flash a little skin and we could just get the hell outta
of here but of course she had other things in mind. She glanced over at me
briefly and I gave her a weak smile. Her eyes flashed angrily. Oh fuck, I
thought, she took my stupid little smile the wrong way. Robyn thought I was
mocking her! Jesus! Joe Cocker's song "You Can Leave Your Hat On" started in
and Robyn came to life. She spun and kicked and slowly lowered her head
seductively. Although she wasn't the most polished of all the girls she
definitely had that certain 'something' when the spotlights caught her face. As
she danced she looked at every guy in the place but me. This, of course, drove
me crazy just as it was intended to. I watched spellbound. Her face was flushed
and blotchy. Robyn didn't usually look that way unless she was sexually
aroused. I guess I didn't really think she'd get off on this but I had a
feeling before the night was through I'd know quite a few things about Robyn
that I hadn't known before we had walked into this hell hole. As she spun
around the chrome pole I noticed her shirt had come untucked. Was that like
that when she had come out? Slowly, seductively she reached up and pulled a
hairpin from her light brown hair. Several locks spilled down obscuring one
eye. This tiny little move set the crowd on it's feet. The howls and the
whistling were so loud that I could barely hear the song anymore. Soon her hair
was all down and sexily tousled. Robyn tossed her head from side to side
exaggerating it's bounce, making it catch the light. When she hiked up her
skirt and showed a little leg the place went crazy. If it continued like this I
was afraid this crowd of testosterone-flooded apes would charge the stage and
carry her off. My head was numb and my stomach ached but I couldn't look away.
I was caught up just like everyone else. Like a fly in a spider's web. I
watched as she flirted and coaxed the audience. I had to admit that she had
more raw talent than anyone that I'd seen tonight. She was literally blossoming
on this stage. The first song was just ending as Robyn bent over at the waist
as drew her hands up with an incredibly languid move. From her ankle to her
knee to her lower and then upper thigh. As her hands passed her skirt they drug
it along until everyone could see her garter belt. My heart was doing a
thousand beats a minute. She stood and struck a seductive pose as the music
stopped and the second song began.

The next song came on but it wasn't one that I recognized. It didn't matter
though. I wasn't really listening anymore. Robyn spread her legs making her
skirt go taught and ride even higher than it had. Her hands came up to the
bottom of her blouse. She grasped one button and deftly pulled it out of it's
button hole. As she was doing this her head was tilted down as if she were
watching what she was doing but slowly her eyes came back up. On her face was
the perfect rendition of a little girl being caught while doing something
really naughty. But instead of looking contrite she was smiling. Her teeth bit
her bottom lip in a schoolgirl way to show that she knew she was being bad but
she didn't care. First one button. Then two. Now it was like the audience was
daring her. Three then four. Her smile widened even more. Oh she was a naughty,
naughty girl wasn't she? Robyn had only two more buttons to go when she
abruptly stopped leaving the job unfinished. I heard a few catcalls of
disappointment but they faded when she started to move again. She began by
rotating and rocking her hips to the music. My girl ran her hands down the side
of her skirt and then backup again. Finally her fingers found what they were
looking for. The zipper. She knew now that the contest was hers. Every man
there would have killed to be with her tonight. The power that she felt was
becoming more obvious. With her zipper down she bent and pushed her ass at he
crowd. It was so round, so firm. Her skirt rode up higher still. How did they
keep up this cacophony without loosing their voices, I wondered. As the song
mercifully came to a close she grabbed the sides of her blouse and slid it back
exposing her bra. That was when my eyes almost burst from my head. That was
most definitely not the bra she'd been wearing when we came in here. It was
shiny like leather and only covered half of her breasts. Robyn's nipple rings,
which had been our kinky little secret up to now, were dangling from her
extremely erect nipples. They sparkled and shown and were just so there. A
softball-sized lump formed in my throat and in my pants at the same time. Her
tits were jutting beautifully as all the while her steel rings caught and
reflected the white-hot stage lights. We were all mesmerized. The last song
heralded like imperial trumpets through the cheap speaker system. My little
Robyn grabbed her blouse and ripped it open sending the last two buttons flying
from her blouse. I watch them fly in slow motion at they too caught the light
and spun haphazardly though the air. I don't know why I took the time to
mentally note this but one flew off to the left towards a bunch of businessmen
while the second sailed over my head and into the darkened throng behind me.
She then ripped off her blouse and stood there defiantly. And then I saw it.
Her crowning glory. The perfect prop. Sheer erotic genius. A tight dog collar
rode low on her long neck as a steely dog leash swung in time to the music. If
I had thought that the crowd was wild before I was mistaken. Berserk was the
only word to describe it. Whipped into a frothing frenzy, the only phrase. I
heard tables falling and glass breaking behind me. I saw a couple of the
drunken patrons try to take the stage. There were a few nervous moments but
just as promised several bouncers appeared out of no where and carted off the
overly aroused offenders to an unknown fate. Robyn unwound the leash and rubbed
the leather loop handle over her nipples. She then came up to the edge of the
stage and shook her wonderful assets at the audience. Sitting down on the stage
she rolled over onto her shoulders. Like a gymnast with her legs in the air,
she pulled her panties off. Even from my vantagepoint I could tell they were
wet with her secretions. The crowd could tell too. Several men from the
audience screamed for her to throw them out to them but she just discarded them
on stage. Her next move made sweat almost shoot from my brow. Robyn did an
inverted split. It was then that the announcer began to get a little nervous.

"WHOA NOW ROBYN," he began, "WE DON'T WANT TO BRING THE LAW IN HERE NOW DO WE?"

But Robyn was too far gone. Too far into the moment to care. Then, like a caged
panther, my girl spun around on hands and knees and crawled across the stage
floor. Her shoulder blades flexed and her haunches tightened. She crawled
across the stage with the leash dangling from her neck and being drug between
her legs. Someone's pet jaguar on the loose. She then reached around and
brought the steel chain up between her ass cheeks. As her hand gripped the
leather handle she yanked hard and rolled her hips. The effect was immediate.
You would have had to been a complete idiot not to realize what Robyn was
doing. I could only imagine what it must have felt like as she ground that cold
steel chain against her exposed clitoris. Her cheeks were getting flushed
again, crimson, and she was panting. Her rib cage expanded and contracted and a
quiver of delight went visibly up her spine. But as if it hadn't been enough,
as if it hadn't been horribly obvious as to what she been doing, Robyn rose
into a squat and spread her legs so that everyone could indeed see that she was
masturbating to the beat of the music. She reached up and pulled on her right
nipple ring, stretching the swollen nub until she could take it between her
teeth. Then, unbelievably she tilted her head back stretching it further. I saw
her forehead furrow in pain, as did everyone else. The crowd suddenly grew
quieter as they began to realize that this was quickly escalating from a
fucking fantastic strip show into a live sex act.

The announcer came over the sound system again. "HOW'S ABOUT A BIG ROUND OF
APPLAUSE FOR OUR LAST CONTESTANT, ROBYN!!!"

But the show was far from over. I started to hear excited mumblings all around
me. These guys weren't expecting things to go this far but now that they had
they all seemed intent that Robyn should continue. Although the sentiments of
the management were clear no one made a move to turn off the music. The crowd,
although still noisy, had become somewhat subdued compared to what they had
been. I looked back up on stage just in time to see Robyn insert two of her
fingers up her pussy. As she pumped her hands in and out loud wet slurpy noises
could be heard underneath the booming beat. I could tell she was close. Her
eyelids batted the way they did right before Robyn cums. She stood and added a
third finger. The crowd was revving back up again and I noticed that even the
bouncers were beginning to look a little worried. No one could stop this show
now. Not even them. I saw Robyn's wetness glistening on her upper thighs. It
wouldn't be long now. Then, in a surprise move, Robyn dismounted the stage and
walked directly to my table. She handed me the leash. It was wrapped around her
hip and still buried so deep in her pussy that I could only see her engorged
lips jutting out between her legs. With a look of impending orgasm smeared all
over her face she turned away from me. With her fingers still buried up to the
last knuckle in her pussy she brought her left hand around to her ass. Her
finger circled her anus lightly, preparing it for what now had to happen. After
lubing it in her profuse womanly nectar she pushed her middle finger deep into
her ass. This last act did the trick. The house went bananas. Guys were falling
all over themselves in disbelief. I was truly stunned when I noticed one of the
guys closest to us reach out and pull on the leash causing it to bite deeper
into Robyn's cunt. I looked up at him and he motioned that I should continue
the movement so, like a mindless zombie, I did. I pulled and then I pulled a
little harder. Robyn's back began to arch and her head fell back. Her mouth was
open in a soundless moan. That was it ladies and gentlemen, this girl was now
officially cumming her brains out. I was so transfixed by what was going on in
front of me that I failed to notice a woman approach us from the side. Robyn
still had her head tilted back in the throws of her monster orgasm when this
woman bent down and kissed her right on the mouth. I could see her tongue
delving deep into Robyn's mouth but what was more I could see Robyn tonguing
her right back. This strange woman then took Robyn by the hand and led her over
to my table. Robyn silently collapsed into my arms and immediately snuggled up
to my neck. I looked at her, pride beaming from my face. Leaning down I kissed
her hard. Probably with more passion than I had in quite a while. Suddenly
Robyn's head jerked back away from mine.

We both looked over at the woman who had just pulled on Robyn's leash when the
stranger said, "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend? Com'on...I
DARE you!"

It was only then that I started to realize that this night might not yet be
over.

The End ?

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