Strip-O-Gram
A little over a year ago, I graduated from high school and got a job as a Dentist's Receptionist. In this economy it was the best I could do, but the pay was terrible. I had to live at home with my parents, brown bag my lunches and was driving a ten year-old car to work.
Then, one night at aerobics class, a woman named Amber approached me about a part-time job. She said she loved my looks and the way I moved to the music, and asked me to consider coming to work for her as a ‘party strip-o-gram.’
Of course, my immediate reaction was "no way! What kind of girl do you think I am?" But, I thought about it for a few days and then talked to her at the next class.
Amber explained that ‘her girls’ told her the type of strip they wanted to do, anywhere from stripping down to a modest bikini to going totally nude. She said the men would drool at my ‘innocent young girl’ looks and my big boobs, little waist and tight ass.
The money she offered was too good to be true, as far as I was concerned, so I agreed to go out with several girls the following weekend to see what it was all about. On Friday night, I accompanied Monica, a beautiful tall blonde with a great figure to two bachelor parties. At the first, she dressed as a schoolteacher; glasses, suit, ruler and pad, etc. and stripped naked to the beat of every rock song that had the words ‘school’ or ‘teacher’ in it. She was great, and the men absolutely loved her. Included in the price of Amber's ‘Strip-o-grams’ is a bottle of champagne and a one-hour ‘mingle’ with the guests, so we both had a few drinks with the guys. I was fully clothed, but Monica was naked except for her high heels and a G-string!
After the ‘mingle,’ we went to the second party. This time, Monica dressed as a nurse. Since this appointment was later in the night, this party was a lot rowdier than the first, and the guys were all over Monica during the ‘mingle.’ I told her when the hour was up and that it was time to go. She was sitting on the groom-to-be's lap and he was sucking on her right nipple. She smiled and told me to go home, that she was sure that she could bum a ride, later.
On Saturday night, I went to three birthday parties with Haley. Haley was married and had a kid but still looked great. She had a set routine. She arrived, got paid, changed, Danced with no touching, stripped to a modest bikini and left. Fast, safe and professional. The only problem was that Haley, Dancing three times, didn't make close to what Monica did Dancing twice, not counting tips. The difference was what Amber charged for each girl, depending on the clothes she left on.
I thought about it for a week and decided to go to work for Amber, but agreed to strip only to my bikini. If I were forced to confess, I'd have to admit I did find the thought of taking my clothes off in front of wildly approving strangers a little thrilling. I spent the evenings of the next week getting my outfits together and learning the basics for the routines. Needless to say, within three months, I agreed to strip naked. Dancing and stripping down to my bikini in front of a mixed crowd of men and women and then virtually running to the next party, two or three times a night was crazy and no fun at all. Getting lost for five minutes could throw all the appointments off, and there was just no tipping to speak of. I got jealous of the money the two girls who did strip nude were getting, compared to what I got. Stripping naked in front of strangers is one thing, but I found the ‘mingle’ time the hardest to deal with. Once I decided to go nude, most of my parties were all male, or almost all male; bachelor parties, business meetings, conventions, and some birthday parties, as opposed to mostly all couples at birthday parties. Ninety-nine percent of the time, the men were absolutely great. During the ‘mingle,’ I'd slow Dance and sit on laps, and if their hands roamed, I gently moved them away. Usually, this was enough; but, sometimes, they would be so persistent or rough, that I'd stand up and loudly tell them to behave. In the beginning, I always went out with a companion, usually a guy supplied by Amber, but since he had to get paid, it cut into my profit so I soon learned how to handle the clients and myself without a companion.
At my second bachelor party I was offered $100 to stay and ‘entertain’ the groom-to-be. I politely refused. But in the last 11 months, I have occasionally accepted such offers if the money and the crowd looked okay. I know what that makes me, but I can live with that for the time being. The money's been good enough and I've been busy enough that I have my own apartment and I'm driving a new Saab Turbo convertible!
The first time I let myself be bought was at a bachelor party full of lawyers. I was shooting pool with the groom-to-be wearing nothing but my string of pearls and high heels when my escort, Luke, called me over. The ‘Best Man’ had offered Luke a hundred bucks to go home without me, if I was agreeable to ‘earning a few big tips.’ Luke was an old pro at the escort game, and told me that if I ever wanted to make big tips, this was the party to do it. I told him I had never done anything like that, but the ‘big money’ sounded good. He told me that some of the girls gave a flat fee and then took on all comers at the party, or that some charged for each guy. He said that if it was my first time, I might want to charge by the guy, and then I could stop whenever I wanted to. I couldn't believe I was talking to a man about the best method of selling my ass.
Luke said it was like selling cars, and that I should start high and be willing to bargain. After a few more minutes and another drink, I finally decided to try it. I told Luke to tell them my price was $100 per guy, cash, up front. To our surprise, there was no bargaining, the guys agreed to that immediately.
I made the easiest $600 I’ve ever made in my life that night. The guys chipped in for the groom-to-be, and then the rest of the wedding party took their turn. I even think the father of the bride was debating it, but he didn't. We went to a separate room to get it on and all the men behaved like gentlemen, even though more than a few of the ‘non-takers’ walked by or even stopped at the door to watch the action. It was fun and on the way out I told myself that it would never happen again, but I knew that it would. And, it has.
I’ve also had some very interesting experiences. For instance, about a month ago, I performed in one of the most complicated set-ups to surprise a groom-to-be I’ve ever been in. By an accident of timing, the groom was hiring a new secretary so was conducting interviews. Several of his fellow workers fabricated a resume for me and scheduled me for an interview, on the Friday before the wedding. I arrived dressed in my best suit and acting nervous.
The office had gone out to lunch, and only about five guys were left, by the time I got there. Adam, the groom-to-be, was interviewing me, when his boss came over and introduced himself. He just sat and listened until I said the key words, "I'll do anything to get the chance to start a career with this firm." The boss immediately asked, "Would you show us your breasts?"
Adam almost died. He started to say something to his boss, when I stood up and said, "If that's what it takes."
The boss smiled and said, "Well, that would be a start." When I took off my jacket and started to unbutton my blouse. Adam was no longer protesting.
As I pulled my blouse off my shoulders, I said, "I'll do even more for you!" With that cue, the co-workers just outside the open door hit the ‘play’ button on my boom box. I started my routine, and Adam knew that he had been had, but good. I stripped and mingled until co-workers started returning, and I wound up going out to a late lunch with the boss and two of his office-mates. I had another appointment later that night, so they had to settle for three expensive blowjobs and good-bye kisses in the boss's Lincoln.
All this is a little background for what happened last weekend.
I'm good looking, and I put on a good show. I work as often as I want to, usually at least 3 nights a week. In eleven months, I've become Amber's best girl, often being requested by name thanks to recommendations by former clients.
Last weekend, I was specifically requested for a second show, which means my second, and last, show of the night for a birthday party in a private home. This is unusual, because parties in the home seldom request full-nude strippers, because of the mixed crowd. Anyway, the bill was pre-paid by credit card and included a 35-percent tip for me, a very heavy tip. My first show was a bachelor party, and I stripped from my nurse's uniform to the buff and then mingled. It was a pretty tame bunch of guys, with only two or three grabbing ass or boobs when they danced with me.
I was feeling good. I had had a couple of wine coolers and had been poked and squeezed enough to be feeling a little warm inside. When the hour was over, I went into a bedroom to change and asked the guy who had set the thing up to come along with me. Here we were, I'm naked, and this good-looking guy is nervous and all eyes. I guess I was a little horny, because I really began teasing him, giving him great split beaver shots as I put on my garter belt and nylons, and asking him how everybody liked my show. When I bent over to pick up my bra his perfect view of my ass and pussy made him groan. I can be such a cockteaser, sometimes.
With a little grin, I walked over to him and planted a big kiss on his lips, and purred, "I want to thank you for the nice tip you collected from the guys." He wasn't biting. I saw his wedding band, and his wife would have been proud of him. His hands stayed at his side. I could feel his cock straining against his slacks, but he remained a gentleman. More than a little disappointed, I finished putting on my cop outfit and left that party a little frustrated and a lot hornier.
I drove to the house for my next gig. It was a nice single-family house in the suburbs and it looked too quiet for a party to be going on; especially since my instructions said I was supposed to be a cop coming to the door to quiet everybody down. Fortunately, as I approached the front door, I could hear the stereo blasting inside. I banged loudly on the door.
A kid about 15 or 16-opens the door, sees the uniform and pops his eyeballs open. I'm surprised to see anyone that young at the party and double-check the name. The kid says I have the right house, so I walk in yelling for them to turn the music down.
My biggest shock was, when I walked into the den, where the party was, it was only 3-teenaged boys. I didn't know what to do. I know there must be a law or rule somewhere that says we can't strip in front of anyone under 18 or something, but I've never seen it, and the question had never came up with Amber. I also know that with the fee and tip I'm making for this party, it's too much money to simply turn around, leave, and give a refund. I asked the kid who opened the door where his parents were. "They're out of town, officer. We'll turn the stereo down."
I slapped my nightstick in the palm of my hand and nodded at the Coors cans all over the room, "And what about the beers? Am I supposed to ignore three underage boys sucking down beers?"
"We each just had one, officer, you know, to celebrate my 16th birthday."
Sixteen! Shit, now I knew I was in a spot. I looked at these three innocent faces, thought about the money, and then thought, "Hell, they’re only a couple of years younger than me. What the hell!" I handed the birthday boy, Matt, my cassette tape, "Put this in the deck and turn it up."
He looked curious, but complied. The music started playing and I went into my routine, and read the birthday card, just signed "a friend."
Once the three of them saw what I was doing, they couldn't believe their luck, and they really got into it. They were a great audience, loving everything I did. When I was down to garter belt, stocking and heels, I asked Matt if he wanted me to take the rest off. He said, "Just like that is perfect!"
When the dance was over, I explained I was paid to mingle for an hour, and that I'd love one of those beers. Matt and Cory loved slow dancing with me, but we couldn't get Alec off the couch. It was pretty sexy being with these innocent young studs, and I was already horny, so, I teased them at every opportunity. Pressing into them as we danced, spreading my legs as I sat down or stood up, etc. I knew I was acting like a teenage boy's wet dream, and I loved it.
Finally, it was time to go and I asked Matt to point out a spare bedroom and to get my suitcase from the car. I was combing my hair in a full-length mirror when Matt knocked and walked in with my case.
"You were great tonight, Michelle. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed your dance." On and on he blabbed at machine-gun speed. I walked over to him and placed my finger against his lips, "Hush, Matt." I took my finger away and kissed him, pushing my tongue between his lips and teeth. He responded with unbridled passion.
I pulled his t-shirt up and over his head and arms, baring his smooth, hard chest. I unsnapped his jeans, pulled the zipper down and let them fall to the floor. Then, I pulled Matt to the bed and I lay down, reaching up for him.
My pussy was soaking wet and ready for his hard cock. He was deep inside of me in a second, and began humping me like crazy. "Slower, slower, dear. We're in no hurry,” I purred in his ear.
We settled into a rhythm, and I began to ride up the crest to an orgasm. I was almost there when I felt Matt tighten up and fill me with his hot cum.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Michelle! I cummed too fast."
"It's okay, Matt. It really was great while it lasted." My problem was that I had almost gotten there, and that left me hotter than ever. Matt rolled off and, for the first time I noticed Cory standing in the open doorway to Matt's room. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Uh, um, I just came up to see what was going on." I was on Matt's bed, on my back. My legs were spread open and I could feel some of Matt's warm cum leaking down into the crack of my ass. I knew what I looked like to Cory, because he had a lump in his pants worthy of an adult-video actor. I threw caution to the wind, and decided to go with the moment. It wouldn't be the first time I got it on with more than one guy at a party.
I smiled up at Cory, "Why don't you join me, too?"
It was all the coaxing he needed. His jeans and underwear were down at his ankles and his cock was buried up my cum filled pussy in two seconds flat.
This time, I paced Cory to match my rhythm, as he pumped deeper and deeper into my demanding pussy. I was soon rising, again, getting to the climax that had been building all night. I wrapped my legs around Cory's waist and franticly slammed my hips up at his. It worked, and I was soon in a delirious orgasm, lost to the world and everybody in it.
When I came back down, Cory was just beginning to cum, and I made it as good for him as I could.
I was in a glow. Matt had stayed in the room and watched, and was now sporting another erection. I smiled at him and said, "I'll take care of that, but we have to be fair. You two go downstairs and bring Alec up."
Alec was reluctant and very shy, but he performed well for a virgin. He was just pulling up his jeans when Cory yelled up that Matt's parents had just pulled into the garage!
Matt and Alec ran downstairs to hide the beer cans and I rolled out of bed to dress. The pounding I had received from my three young studs had taken its toll on me, and I was moving slowly. I wasn't finished dressing when Matt appeared at the door and begged me to stay where I was until he could sneak me out.
I sat on the bed listening to voices downstairs, until I heard Matt say, "Goodnight, Mom, Dad. Sorry your plans didn't work out."
He opened the door with a pained expression on his face, "Sorry, Michelle, but they're going to be awake for a while." I just smiled and shook my head. Then as I opened my blouse, I murmured, "Well, no sense wasting all this time."
We quietly fucked and sucked each other for hours. I couldn’t believe it his young stamina was fantastic. We quieted down even more when we heard his parents come upstairs and enter their bedroom across the hall, but we didn't stop.
I woke up in Matt's arms around 3:00 a.m. He was sleeping like a baby and I really hated leaving him. What a cute guy he was. I began to dress, again, and looked at his naked body in the bed. Just so he'd know it hadn't all been a dream, I draped my tiny bra and panties on his cock.
I snuck downstairs, unlocked the door and crept back to my car. I felt wonderful, and couldn't remember having a more exciting night in my life. It was a great time and I don't regret anything I did.
It even turned out that Matt wasn't as innocent as I thought he was. Just before we fell asleep, he told me that he ordered his own strip-o-gram, using his dad's credit card. His Uncle had seen me at a bachelor party and Matt heard him telling his father about me. What a sly little fox.
What a night!
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