In April 2002, I flew to the US to attend a trade show in Orlando. The US branch of our company hosted me and arranged for me to spend five days on their stand. The primary purpose of my being there was to look after any visitors from Australia and NZ. I needed to get around the show and check out our competitors' products, as well as look for any new products I could pick up to distribute in New Zealand.

 The show started on a Wednesday, and I flew in the day before. At breakfast on the first day, I read in the morning paper that there was to be a space shuttle launch the following day. So I hurried my breakfast and rushed over to the tour desk to see if I could get myself on a trip to see the launch. However, I was disappointed to find that all the tours to Cape Canaveral on that day of the launch had been booked out for months. It was probably just as well, as there would have been a few frowns if I'd skipped my duties on the stand.

At breakfast on Friday morning, I read that the Shuttle launch had been abandoned due to a hydrogen leak, and they were hoping to launch again the following Monday. Woohoo! Again, I headed over to the tour desk and, this time, managed to secure a seat on a tour.

The delegates were having a special dinner after the show finished on Sunday. But I skipped it and had an early night, as the tour bus was departing from our hotel around 7:30 am the following morning. I won't go into any details of the Shuttle launch, but it was to be one of the highlights of my year. The tour also included a stop at the Airboat Adventures park. I got to ride a swamp boat to see the alligators. We also had time to see the displays at Cape Canaveral before busing over to the launch site in the afternoon.

The tour bus dropped us off back at the hotel just before 8:00 pm. I was wound up and hyper from the day's events. I knew I would not be able to sleep, so I wandered down to the front desk to see where the action was. The concierge offered that I catch a cab down to Margaritaville or the Epcot Centre. However, having done all that on previous nights, I inquired about travelling into Orlando itself, as on my last two visits to Orlando, I'd never been to the city.

The concierge perked up. "I've just booked a taxi into the city for the couple over by the front door. Would you like me to go ask if they want to share a ride with you?"

I looked in the direction he was pointing and noted a father and daughter standing beside the revolving door. The daughter looked hot.

"No. I'll go ask myself." I turned and strode across the foyer.

As I drew closer, I saw that the blond daughter was older than I had thought. Her conservative dress and long, blond, straight hair were typical of sixties teenagers, which led me to assume she was young. The guy, on the other hand, was much younger than I'd picked. I'd been fooled by his prematurely grey hair and full beard.

I introduced myself. "Hi. I'm Dave. The concierge informs me that you two are waiting for a taxi to take you to Orlando. Could you share it with me? I'll pay half the fare."

The guy perked up and looked keen. The blond shook her head. I spoke before she had a chance to change his mind. "Look, you can drop me off first. I'm perfectly safe. The concierge will vouch for me."

I waved over to the concierge, who was watching us. When he gave a wave back, the hubby introduced himself. "I'm Kyle, and this is my wife, Brenda. We are a bit nervous and embarrassed as we are intending to go to a club. And we've never done anything like this before." He pulled a sheet he had torn from their room information folder. It was advertising Club Amour in central Orlando. I saw straight away that it was a strip club, although nowhere on the flyer did it state that it was.

I looked into Brenda's clear blue eyes, and in the brief moment, before she timidly looked down at her hands, I saw nervous excitement. 

"You know it's a strip club?" I asked Kyle. "They can be a bit of a rip-off." I watched Brenda closely and noted that she had known, but Kyle looked even more nervous. And I read into their reactions that it had been Brenda's idea to go. I found that very interesting.

Kyle butted in, "The concierge said it would only cost $5.00 to get in. We can afford that."

Brenda looked up at me. She looked worried that I was going to dash their expectations.

"Hey, I haven't been to the place. But I did take some of my dealers to a strip club in Vegas a couple of years ago, and they made you buy compulsory drink coupons, that, plus tipping the girls, bumped the entry fee way up."

I didn't push it any more. I'm not a great fan of strip clubs, but I have attended them with mates at stag parties. Hell, if Kyle had said they were going to an embroidery museum, I'd have tagged along to spend some time perving on his attractive wife. And when Brenda turned to me and asked if I would go with them, I forced myself to act quite nonchalant and casually reply that I'd be happy to.

When the cab arrived, I hopped in the back with Brenda and Kyle. I held back and watched which side Kyle chose before I climbed in on the opposite side. My heart raced as Brenda's leg pressed up against mine, and when I applied some pressure, she pressed right back. Very encouraging.

Kyle handed his sheet of paper over to the driver, asking if he knew where the club was. The driver, a large black guy, replied, "Sure, I know where it is. I doubt there's much action there on a Monday night, and it's not a very safe area. I'll give you my card. Make sure to call me when you're ready to come back to the hotel," he said, looking at Brenda. "I wouldn't walk too far in an area like that. A pretty girl like you."

I reached forward and took Henri's card before Kyle had a chance. Then I asked Henri if there was a liquor store nearby. He replied there was, but we would be searched on the way into the club. I nodded that I understood, but to stop anyway. I picked up a 375ml bottle of Black Label Bourbon and slipped it down the front of my trousers. If the bouncer tried to pat me down there, there would be an issue.

It was much farther than I expected. I wondered if the driver was taking us on a circuitous route. But after thirty-five minutes, we pulled up outside the club, and it appeared he had driven straight there. Henri was right about one thing: it looked to be in an industrial area and not a place you would want to walk around in the daylight, let alone at night. But he had the attendance wrong. There was a line of people waiting to get in.

Henri turned to us. "I forgot! Someone mentioned to me weeks ago that they have begun having amateur nights here on Mondays. You should enter, girl. You'd win hands down."

I checked out the line. There appeared to be two groups of men and five couples. I glanced at Brenda and smiled at her expression. She was looking bewildered, obviously clueless about what amateur night in a strip club meant—a warm longing feeling bit into my groin at the thought of watching her strip. But when Kyle explained it to her, she reacted as expected, indignantly and affronted that he would suggest such a thing. So, my brief fantasy thought was dashed.

We paid Henri and joined the line. During the drive to the club, I learned a great deal about the couple. They were Canadian and farmed a family holding that mainly produced grains. I had formed the impression they were Amish by the way they dressed and their description of their living circumstances. I also got the impression that cash wasn't a ready commodity, born out when Kyle explained they were here in Orlando on a Mormon religious retreat paid for by their church and voiced his concern about spending church money on a strip club.

It was obviously an ongoing argument, as Brenda snapped back, "The family gives the church every penny we earn, so we are only spending our own money."

Kyle didn't look too convinced, and I kept my mouth shut. They didn't need to know my views on religion. I checked out the other punters in the line - especially the other couples. None of the women were a patch on Brenda. Henri was right in that Brenda would win any contest, hands down, if this were the quality of the other competitors. 

I mulled over the fact that Kyle and Brenda had been married for two years, and there were no children. Brenda was twenty-one, and Kyle was twenty-eight, and it seemed more than the age difference that had her deferring to his every word. I wanted to speak up and tell her to stand up for herself, but I bit my tongue.

The bouncers hardly touched us. They patted Kyle and my jacket pockets, and glanced in Brenda's purse, then pointed us to the pay booth. I handed over $15.00 for the three of us. The guy behind the window handed me $5.00 back and a form to fill out, stating, "She don't pay if she going up on stage. You both have to read the rules and sign on the highlighted line."

Brenda objected and said she would not be stripping. But the door guy looked disinterested, so I held onto the form, seeing no sense in trying to argue with him and giving back the $5.00.

Next, we had to stop at a separate table and buy six compulsory drink tickets, two each. Again, I forked out the $30.00. Kyle was trying to get some money out. But I told him to leave it. We'd sort things out later. Another big buffoon approached us and led us through to a seat at the rear of the club. The guy hung around for a second, but I waved him away.

Kyle asked what the bouncer wanted. I quietly explained to him that the guy was expecting us to complain and would expect a good tip before he would place us farther forward. 

The place was dark and smoky, with the typical seedy vibe I'd experienced before. We were four tables back from the catwalk, but our view was not too bad. The club had mirrors everywhere, making the place look larger than it was. The catwalk protruded out into the middle of the room from a small stage. The stage had brass poles on either side of a curtain, and to the left was a door through which scantily clad waitresses continually entered and exited.

A deep voice announced the next dancer as Kimi and explained she was a model from France. I leaned over to Brenda and whispered, "Watch out for the flying pigs. They're sure to show up any minute."

Brenda looked blankly at me, and I explained that the stripper was more likely to have come from the moon than France. She laughed and commented about the girl being very pretty. I had a second look. Brenda was right. Our Kimi was pretty and had a nice ass and a decent set of boobs. I took the opportunity to give Brenda a complimentary comment about the girl not being anywhere near as pretty as she was. And she blushed beet-red at my compliment.

An attractive waitress approached and introduced herself as Mandy. She was wearing a one-piece American Flag micro swimsuit that had less material in it than the briefest of bikinis. She had a sheer white wrap over it, but that hardly concealed the fact that nowhere was the suit more than one inch wide, and her wonderful curves were very much on display. The two strips that stretched over her breasts barely covered her nipples. My mouth dropped open, and I had to consciously force myself to shut it and try to look normal.

 I handed over three tickets and asked for Bourbon and cokes. Kyle went to interject, but I waved for him to be quiet.

When Mandy was out of hearing, Kyle tried to say that he and Brenda didn't drink, but if they did have anything, it would be a sip of wine. I slipped the quarter bottle of Black Label out of my pants, telling him they only served spirits and beer, and the drinks would be watered down. Brenda took the bottle and placed it in her purse, and Kyle seemed to get the message.

I looked around and noticed the table closest to us had seven rough-looking black guys on it. Kyle looked where I was looking, and I could tell he was shocked to find who his neighbours were. I guessed there were not too many black families where they lived.

I turned my attention back to the stage. Kimi was crawling and twerking, teasing the guys that were tossing her money. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught one of the black guys sizing up Brenda. And looking at Brenda, I saw why. She was entranced, staring open-mouthed at what Kimi was doing and showing signs of arousal.

I glanced directly at the black guy and gave him a wink. He looked away but then snapped his head back, looking annoyed. He leaned over to me. "You looking for trouble?"

I laughed and leaned closer. "I'm laughing at the fact you're more interested in Brenda here than the lady on stage."

"Is that a problem? You shouldn't bring your wife here if you don't want the brothers to hit on her."

"She's not my wife. I only met her thirty minutes ago in a taxi. And I'm having the same thoughts you are. I don't think either of us is going to get lucky, though… My name is Dave, by the way."

He visibly relaxed and told me his name was Malik. Then asked where I was from, as I talked funny. I explained I was from New Zealand, which drew a blank look.

"It's down near Australia," I explained. And he seemed to comprehend where that was. We began to yell in one another's ears, as the music was loud and the people around us were also shouting.

Mandy arrived with our drinks, and as she departed, I asked Brenda for the bottle and poured a generous measure of Bourbon into each of our glasses. Malik looked astounded at my having snuck liquor into the club but readily accepted the shot I offered to top up his glass. We began telling one another stories and laughing together. Hitting it off well, he introduced me to his bros. The only one that made a lasting impression was Bubba, a nickname taken from the Forrest Gump movie. Evidently, he liked chocolates and shrimp. Bubba was a big bastard. I'm 6'1" and broad-shouldered, but Bubba made me feel a bit insignificant. Malik saw my look and told me not to worry, that Bubba was as timid as a lamb.

 It didn't take long before Malik leaned over me to chat with Brenda. At first, she was very hesitant, but slowly lightened up and even got a bit flirty, much to Kyle's concern. But our Kyle was way too timid to object to a large black guy hitting on his wife.

"Are you going to strip for us?" Malik asked Brenda.

"No!" she exclaimed, looking shocked.

"Why on earth not? You'd win hands down, girl, without even taking your clothes off. Do you know what the prize is?"

"No. And I'm not getting up on that stage. What is the prize, though?"

"Five hundred green ones. Plus, all the tips you'd get tossed up on the stage. Hell, I'd give fifty bucks to see your headlights."

Kyle sat up straight and leaned over to Brenda. "Five hundred, all our financial problems would be over. You have to do it. I wouldn't mind, as long as you don't let anyone touch you."

I knew his concern, as he'd been watching some of the guys up by the stage getting very handsy with the stripper that had replaced Kimi. We'd been warned when we entered that touching the girls was forbidden. But when the guys handed over larger denomination notes, the strippers were letting them have a quick touch of their bodies.

Brenda turned to me. "I couldn't. What would you think of me?"

I was gobsmacked that she was concerned about what I thought. But I replied, "I would not judge you at all. I've known a few ladies who like to show their bodies off, and I have never minded at all. It's not that hard. Once you're up there, you pick out one guy and look at him. Disregard everyone else. That's the secret. I'm told."

She shook her head but turned to watch the stage, deep in thought. Kyle gave me a perturbed look, annoyed that Brenda had gone to me for approval. He had another go at convincing her to strip, and it sounded to me more like an order than a request. The lure of the easy money and her having done something wrong was clouding his mind. Brenda snapped at him, "You go stand up there and take your clothes off, and I'll take mine off." That shut him up.

Malik called Bubba over and introduced him to Brenda. The big man towered over her, took her hand and, like an English gentleman, he tenderly kissed her fingers. Then, when she looked up, he spoke in a surprisingly soft voice, "Ain't you's the prettiest piece of tail in this building. I want to bottle you and take you home."

Rather than be offended like I expected, Brenda jumped up and kissed Bubba on the cheek.

I observed Brenda to see if she was interested in Bubba. But she returned her attention to the stage, not interested in watching Bubba return to his seat. She seemed excited but also apprehensive as she took in the new stripper, letting a patron touch her breasts. I leaned in close and asked if she liked what she saw.

"Why would such an attractive girl do that? And I don't understand. She appears to enjoy being leered at. Those men are showing no respect."

 "I think that all women, no matter how modest, have an exhibitionist streak. They like to be admired, especially if they are attractive or have a nice body. Plus, from what I see, the tips are getting bigger the more she lets them touch. The way you're squirming around, I think she may be making your pussy feel a bit warm?"

Brenda swivelled around to look at me, "Pussy?" she inquired.

"You know, that," I said, pointing between her legs. "What do you call it?"

Brenda blushed crimson. "You shouldn't talk about that with a lady."

Kyle gave me a dirty look. I'd come to realise he was hard of hearing, but he must have lipread what I was saying to his wife or seen where I was looking.

"What do you call it then? You know, when you get up on stage, the men are going to ask to see your pussy, or even worse, some will call it a cunt. And the silly buggers will pay good money for a glimpse."

"It's my pinny, and I'm not going up on that stage. I just couldn't."

I wasn't giving up. "Pinny? Why pinny?"

 "Because it's under my Pinafore. My mother-in-law always calls it that, but she says I'm not even meant to say that word in front of a man, let alone talk about it."

Malik leaned over. "I bet you guys do it in the dark?"

Brenda blushed again. She knew what he was inferring and gave Malik the slightest of nods.

"Has that wimp even seen your pinny?" Malik questioned, nodding at Kyle.

"Of course not," Brenda exclaimed.

Malik laughed so hard that he almost fell off his seat. Then he whispered in my ear, "Shit, man, we need to tap her ass. For real, she needs educating."

 Mandy returned and took the rest of our drink tickets. When she returned with the Bourbon and Cokes, I got Brenda to hold the glasses under the table, and I added a good measure of the Bourbon to them. I was light on Brenda's glass but put a good double in Kyle's. Just in time, I dropped the bottle back into my jacket pocket as I saw Mandy hurrying back.

"Have you guys got the competition form, and have you signed it?" she asked.

Brenda squirmed in her seat and replied she wasn't going up on stage.

Mandy gave her an 'Are you stupid' look. "Gee girl, why ever not? You'd bring the house down. I have some awesome, sexy lingerie for you to wear. You'll piss the regular strippers, though, as the guys would empty their pockets to see you on stage."

Kyle snapped something in her ear, and Brenda looked at me. Kyle, the weak bastard, was looking over her shoulder, indicating that I should convince her. I went to open my mouth and tell her to stand up for herself when Malik butted in. "Damn girl, every guy in the place has already peeled you bare in his mind, so get up there and take their money."

Mandy held her hand out. Brenda rose, seemingly in a dream, sculled her drink, picked up her purse and followed Mandy through the crowd. Some of the patrons she passed saw her reluctance and offered encouragement.

 The emcee's voice droned over the audience again, announcing a new dancer, and informed the crowd that the amateur night competition would begin in half an hour. Then he added, "So don't go anywhere, folks. There are some real beauties here for you tonight. All virgins, every one."

I resumed talking to Malik and found that he was there to support one of his mates who had brought his girlfriend along to try and win the money. I asked where she was. He pointed out a pretty black girl sitting with some guys on the other side of the room.

"She's hot. She could win," I mused.

"Not a chance. I tried to tell Cassius the guys here won't vote for Mia. But now that your Brenda has entered, he's got to see he's wasting her time."

We gave our attention to the new stripper, who was strutting her stuff around the stage. She was attractive, but not a patch on the two girls that had gone before her. Malik turned and whispered in my ear, "I'd like a little white pussy tonight. You think we have a chance of nailing Brenda?"

"Not a chance in hell," I answered.

I looked to see if Kyle had heard our banter. He was looking longingly at the stage, and I noticed he had a bulge in his pants. For some reason, this pissed me off, and I moved beside him.

"Why did you push Brenda to go strip? No way would I be sending an innocent like her into the fire. You know those guys by the stage are going to heap some heavy shit on her."

"She deserves it," Kyle replied. "It was her idea to come here, and she's spent some of our congregation's money on frivolous stuff. Any money we don't produce receipts for, we have to return to the Bishop."

"Then produce the receipts," I replied.

"I can't give them receipts for what she bought."

I shuffled back beside Malik. "He's a little shit. You got any ideas how we get into Brenda's knickers?"

"I do. Let's see how she handles herself on stage." Malik smirked at me.

Mandy returned and tried to get me to go with her for a lap dance. Fuck! I was tempted. But I never paid for sex in my life, and as pretty as she was, I was not about to start. But seeing my interest, she opened her white wrap, slid the strap off one of her tits, and squeezed her nipple at me.

"How much is a lap dance?" I asked.

She told me it was $50.00. $20.00 to hire the room for twenty minutes, and $30.00 for her. I asked if I could touch her.

"The proper answer is no. It's against the law. But once we are in the room, no one is to know what goes on, and it's up to the girl what she wants to do. But it costs." So I pushed her for what extras were likely to cost, should a girl feel so inclined. She replied that it was $50.00 extra for a blow job and that a fuck was negotiable, anything over $100.00.

I gratefully declined and indicated that Malik might take her up on the offer. Mandy gave me a funny look and moved off to work the rest of the room. I looked at Malik, feeling uneasy that Mandy had refused to go with a black guy. But seeing my concern, he quickly put my mind to rest. "Amanda and I were a number for almost a year. I dumped her when she wouldn't give up stripping. I wanted her to work for me, but she earns ten times what I could pay her here. We're still good friends, though."

Mandy weaved her way back through the tables. "Brenda has locked herself in the toilet and is refusing to come out. She is asking for you."

"Her husband should go. I hardly know her," I said, pointing to Kyle.

"She has specifically asked for you. She says not to let her husband anywhere near her."

Summing up the situation, I searched my pocket for the change from the hundred I broke on entry to the club. Handing $40.00 to Malik, I told him to get Kyle a lap dance if I managed to convince Brenda to go on stage.

Mandy said, "I'll do it."

"No! I don't want him to have you. You're much too good for him. Give the dance to one of your girls who doesn't get much action."

Pointing to my jacket where I'd put the Bourbon, I told Malik to keep Kyle filled up, then followed Mandy backstage.

On entering the changing room, I ignored the half-naked girls scattered around the room. There were seven amateurs in one corner, getting ready for the competition. I took note that none were in the same league as Brenda.

A tough matronly looking woman was standing at the toilet door, looking very pissed off. I asked her what had happened.

"Silly bitch had a bush on her like a fox's tail. We waxed her bare, which had her squealing like a pig, and when she saw the result, she locked herself in here and said she is not going on stage."

I knocked on the door and called out, "It's me." I heard the lock snip and let myself in. Brenda was standing there in the sexiest lingerie set I'd ever seen. It comprised a bra, panties, and a suspender belt. All three items were see-through and enhanced with embroidered lilac flowers. None of the embroidery covered her naughty bits, though. I gasped as my eyes roamed over her near-naked camel toe. Even through the lilac gauze, it looked red and tender.

"It's horrible. Isn't it?" she wailed. "It really hurt."

I shook my head. "It's beautiful," I said, and then I saw the doubting look on her face. "Brenda, every guy around that stage is going to ejaculate when you walk onto the stage. You're fucking beautiful."

 "But it's sore."

"Do you want me to kiss it better?" I joked.

Brenda took me seriously and, shaking her head, gave me a look like nobody in their right mind would kiss her there.

"Many women your age are starting to shave. Surely, you noticed the girls on stage. None of them had any hair. It's the latest trend. Come on, let's get you ready. I'll stay with you."

Still very reluctant, she let me lead her back to sit amongst the other contestants. The Madam came over with an armful of clothes. We chose a short tartan skirt and a white blouse that gave Brenda a schoolgirl look. The Madam showed her how to remove each item. There were Velcro tabs down the side of the skirt, and she knotted the top loosely under Brenda's breasts.

While I was helping her dress, I saw the Madam handing out biscuits to a couple of the more nervous-looking women. "Do you want one of those?" I asked Brenda.

"What are they?"

"Hash cookies. I'm guessing."

The Madam saw us looking and came over. "Does she want one? They are not very strong."

Brenda looked at me for approval. "Might be a good idea," I replied.

"I'll just have a half, please?"

The Madam snapped the biscuit and handed half to Brenda. She chewed and swallowed, then waited for something to happen. "It will take a while," I whispered.

"That was nice." She reached out and took the other half from the Madam's hand and popped it in her mouth. "Will you look after me? I've never done anything like this before."

A warm flush enveloped me, and I felt myself hardening. I heard the emcee announce that amateur night was about to begin. The first contestant was to be Gabriel from Galveston. I turned and asked the Madam if she had a robe so Brenda and I could go out and watch. She strode across the room and returned with a robe and a wig. She perched the wig on Brenda's head and arranged the hair around her face, stating she didn't want any of the suckers out there recognising her before she went on stage.

It was a thick bathrobe and came to Brenda's ankles, disguising all her curves. I led her out, and we turned right to stand against the side wall. A couple of guys glanced at us, but they quickly returned their attention to the stage.

Gabriel from Galveston sashayed out onto the stage. She was wearing a tight, shiny, black, clinging latex minidress, high latex boots, and long black latex gloves. The skintight latex top hugged her large, full breasts as though it were painted on, and a studded latex belt cinched in her waist. It was not my cup of tea, but the punters went nuts. Brenda watched in awe as the woman worked the crowd. She stuffed the dollar bills they were handing her into her bra and pretended to flash her nipples to each approving donor accidentally.

The next contestant was much the same but had a few good moves that I pointed out to Brenda, saying she should try those. The third girl to come on stage was Deirdre from Detroit. She was a serious competition, pretty with a nice figure, and I wouldn't have been surprised to find she had stripped before, as she knew all the moves.

I became aware that Brenda was moving against me. Glancing to the side, I saw she was mimicking the moves Deirdre was making on stage.

"Are you feeling good?" I whispered, realising the hash must be kicking in.

"Oooh yes!" she moaned. "Look at what she's doing."

Deirdre was sucking on two fingers and wetting her nipples. The punters were going wild. I saw five and ten-dollar bills tossed at her feet. Then, one guy waved a twenty at her, and she bent and let him get a handful of her breast. "You'll make a fortune if you let a guy do that," I spoke in her ear.

"I couldn't! Kyle would kill me."

"Kyle won't be watching. I've paid for one of the girls to take him to a private room and give him a lap dance whilst you are on stage."

Brenda gave me a look of gratitude and mouthed, "Thank you."

The Madam poked her head out and said Brenda was on after the next girl. She fetched the lilac stockings that went with the lingerie set, then handed me some very high-heeled black pumps. Brenda sat and got me to help her roll the stockings on. I'm sure she didn't have a clue that I was perving on her exposed mound. Fuck, it took real fortitude on my part not to dive in and start lapping at her wet slit. I helped her stand, and we did a couple of laps of the room to get her accustomed to walking in the heels. The regular strippers were giving her encouragement as we passed.

Before we knew it, the emcee was calling out, "Next, we have Nicole from Nunavut, Canada, a little town way up by the Arctic Circle. Y'all will be the first men ever to feast your eyes on this pale blond's attractions, and I'm sure you will show her you appreciation. I give you Nicole!!"

Brenda thrust her purse into my hand and let me help her to the curtain. I told her to count to ten, giving me time to get out front. "When you step through the curtain, look at me and act confident," I told her, then raced out to the stage. I pushed my way in between two wimpy-looking guys and watched Brenda appear through the curtain. She looked shyly around, spotted me, then, with a look of determination, set her shoulders back and moved out into the spotlight.

She looked so vulnerable and shy. The whole place went quiet for a second, and then some Johns left their tables to get up close for a better look. Her first moves were awkward, but as she looked around and saw the enthusiasm, she forced her shoulders back and grew in confidence. Soon, dollar bills were being thrown on the stage, but the clever girl wagged her finger at the guys and indicated that it would take more than dollar bills to get her to remove anything.

Brenda closed her eyes and swayed, her movements becoming more erotic as she fell into the rhythm of the music. She opened her eyes and saw a guy offering her $20. She crossed to him, turned, backed up, and let him pull the skirt open. But she pushed his groping hand away and held the skirt from dropping until another guy offered a large denomination note. Throwing the skirt towards the curtain, she squatted in front of them. She had no idea how transparent the front of her panties had become. She was leaking like a faucet. A good dozen guys had a clear view of her snatch. There were quite a few lewd comments, but she seemed oblivious.

Enjoying herself now, she worked the crowd. I saw at least one $50 handed over. She was stuffing the money into her garter belt. I saw more than one guy lure her close enough to grab a handful of breasts or bum, but she swivelled away quickly, and that just seemed to make the guys even more keen to throw money at her.

The song finished, and the emcee played another, as he could see the crowd was going to erupt if Brenda were pulled from the stage. Another $50 was offered, and she let John undo her bra, then threw it over with the skirt and swayed around the stage with her forearm covering her breasts. More notes were offered, which she had to lower her arm to retrieve, giving everyone the first view of her small, firm peaks. Her dark nipples were hard and standing out like bullets.

I became aware of someone moving beside me, and Malik whispered in my ear, "We have to nail that tonight. Her stupid husband went off like a lamb for a lap dance. He has no fucking idea how hot his wife is."

We both watched as Brenda spun and worked the other side of the stage. I didn't have such a good view of her there and grew alarmed when a handsome man offered her what looked like $100. She squared in front of him, and she let him feel her up. Thankfully, the song finished, and the emcee announced the show was over as there were two more contestants to come. Brenda kept swaying, though, to some tune in her head, and the Madam had to step out and grab her.

Telling Malik to set Bubba on Kyle if he caused any trouble, I pushed my way through the throng and made for the backstage door. From the corner of my eye, I saw the Madam picking up Brenda's clothes and some stray dollar bills from around the edge of the stage.

Out the back, the Madam handed me the bundle of notes and clothes, then pushed the next contestant out to the raucous throng. The emcee was trying to quieten down the crowd, and I heard him say that Nicole would be available to lap dance for anyone who could meet the rare beauty's price.

I pulled Brenda into a corner and let her sit while I retrieved her original clothes from the locker. But the Madam approached and told me not to get her dressed just yet, as there would be lots of enquiries about her giving lap dances. I shook my head, intending to say no, but Brenda responded sharply, "I'm not doing any lap dances. I'd have no idea what to do and would not feel safe."

Mandy had come and stood beside us and, hearing Brenda's response, said, "You have to. I have a John prepared to pay $500 for you to dance for him."

That calmed Brenda down, and she closed her eyes, deep in thought. Then she blurted out, "I couldn't. I wouldn't have a clue what to do."

"You just dance like you did on stage, but for $500, I think you will need to finish up nude, though."

Brenda shook her head.

"What if I came in there and danced with you?" asked Mandy.

I stepped in and told Mandy that no meant no. Brenda placed her hand on my shoulder and told Mandy, "One thousand... five hundred each. But I want Dave in there to look after us."

"I don't think he will go for that, but I'll ask." I watched her incredible ass swinging as she made for the door.

I turned to Brenda, "How much did you spend, that has Kyle pissed off? I can pay him for you. You don't need to do a lap dance."

"It has nothing to do with the money." She pointed at the purse in my hand and continued. "I have enough in there to cover the stupid $300. I've always wished to do something daring, and I may never get another chance."

"What on earth did you buy for $300?" I responded.

"Some underwear and an $85 bottle of perfume. It was such a pretty bottle and smelled divine." She hesitated as if wondering what to tell me.

"Look, I don't remember my mother; she ran off to the big lights when I was only two. My father married again, and my stepmother hated me. She said I was too pretty and that my looks had to be a gift from the devil. I have never had any new clothes, and my underwear was always handmade or hand-me-downs."

"Do you hear from your mother?"

 "My mother wrote, but if my stepmother got hold of the letters, she burnt them. I do have two that my father intercepted for me. However, my mother-in-law is best friends with my stepmother, and if my mother is still writing, then I won't be getting them. But I know my mother is in Vancouver."

At that moment, Mandy arrived back, sporting a huge grin. "He's agreed. He probably would have forked out more if we'd asked. I have to give him a blowjob. You have to strip and dance. He's away at the front desk now getting some cash with his card."

"What about me?" I asked.

"As long as you stand by the door and don't get involved, he's okay with you being there. In fact, I think he's quite excited about having you there watching your wife stripping for him. I didn't bother to tell him that you're not her husband."

The Madam came over and addressed Brenda. "Take that skirt and blouse off. I need you out on the stage for the prize giving."

 The sight of Brenda shedding her skirt and standing in the lilac lingerie had my heart doing summersaults again. My cock got so hard I could have punched holes in a tin roof. I returned to reality as the emcee announced the third-place winner. It was a woman I hadn't seen. Second place was Deirdre, the girl I had thought might have stripped before. Then he announced Nicole from Nunavut as the winner. There were cheers and calls for another dance. But the Madam pulled her from the stage, and one of the regular strippers stepped out to replace the three amateurs.

 Mandy handed me the envelope with her winnings. I ducked into the corner and pulled out all the money she had scored on stage. There was a $100 note, seven $50s, plus a multitude of lesser denominations. I sorted them in order and made a quick calculation. She had collected well over $800. I folded the notes, slid them into her purse, and told her I would look after it for her.

It was another five minutes before Mandy came for us. As we moved to the corridor that led to the private rooms, a scantily clad waitress came into the changing room. She saw Mandy and came over and thanked her for the client. Mandy told her to thank me, as it was me who had paid.

I told her she was welcome and commented on how happy she looked. She murmured that she was, having been given $70 for extras. Mandy interjected, "I told you to ask for $100 to fuck."

The girl, not realising who Brenda was, responded that it was all he had and that she was just happy with the money. "Anyway," she stated, "he only lasted two minutes, so it wasn't even worth that much."

Brenda turned to me, looking upset, "What a hypocritical prick. Kyle complained about my spending money on clothes. Fuck him!"

Mandy came over and expressed her sympathy and told Brenda, "He's just a typical male, don't be too hard on him." Then, she escorted us down the corridor and into the private room.

The room was larger than I expected. To our left was a double bed, and to the right was a cabinet with a ghetto blaster playing a hip-hop tune. And sitting in the middle of the room was an overweight white guy, beaming at the girls.

Mandy crossed and took the envelope he was holding out to her. She brought this back to me and asked me to hold onto her half until later, as the house took twenty per cent of all her tips, and she didn't want them dipping into this. I leaned against the wall just inside the door while the girls began to swing their hips to the music. I slipped $500 from the envelope and slid Mandy's share into my back pocket. I had no idea how I was going to get it to her, but I felt good that she trusted me. From Brenda's cut, I took $300 and pushed that into another pocket, and the other $200, I put into Brenda's purse. Then I remembered the prize money. I opened that envelope and was somewhat disappointed to find only $250. But it made sense. The $500 prize had been split among the first, second, and third-place winners. So I added that $250 to Brenda's purse also.

Mandy had slipped out of her sheer robe and was twerking in Bob's lap, wearing nothing but the indecent swimsuit and high heels. Bob was far from handsome. I could see why he had to pay for sex. But he looked a decent enough guy, and when he gave me a huge grin and thumbs up, I smiled back and waved my encouragement. He took this as an okay to drop his trousers, and I was surprised to see he had a rather decent-sized erection. I was a little startled as I had this preconception that all overweight guys had tiny cocks.

Mandy also looked amazed by his size but quickly recovered and gave it a couple of strokes before pulling Brenda over, helping her remove her top and skirt, and pushing her into dangling her moderately sized globes in Bob's face. He tried to touch them, but Mandy steered her away, and they both began dancing and caressing each other's bodies in front of him.

When Mandy pulled the bra straps from Brenda's shoulders and unclasped them, Bob let out a pained groan and grabbed hold of his boner.

Bob's groan became more urgent when Mandy lowered her lips to Brenda's nipples. I was getting just as turned on by the girl's act. My todger sprang to attention, and I had to arrange it in my pants. Mandy noticed and pushed Brenda to to one side, then swooped over and grabbed a handful. 

She let out a squeal of delight. "Oh, Brenda, he's got a good-sized woody. You might be a lucky girl tonight." Then she moved back to Bob and began twerking in his lap. Red in the face, Bob gasped that he was going to cum. Mandy drew back and whacked his knob really hard. "Don't you cum until I tell you you can," she growled at him.

Fuck, I winced in sympathy. That whack had to have hurt like hell. But although Bob hunched forward, and you could see the pain in his eyes, he still had a smile on his face, which grew to a grin, as Mandy dropped to her knees and took some of his impressive pole in her mouth. Brenda stopped dead and watched in awe. Mandy turned and told her to drop her knickers and keep dancing. "We'll give this horny bugger the show of his life."

Brenda wriggled out of her panties and, with renewed vigour, began bumping and grinding around Bob. Brenda's eyes never left Mandy's busy lips sliding up and down on Bob's erection. She had never seen a blow job before, and intuition told me she'd never given one. I had no idea what my role was meant to be in this scenario, but I was getting seriously turned on, watching Brenda dancing in only the garter belt and high heels. I was considering getting my old fella out and giving it a good rub when I heard Brenda let out a quiet whimper. Then, letting a louder moan, she turned to me. "I want to do that."

"I'm sure Mandy and Bob wouldn't mind. Go for it," I replied.

"No, I mean with you." And she danced over, took my hand and pulled me to the bed.

Pushing me down on my back, she climbed up beside me, and I had to help her get my aching todger out of my pants. She dived onto it with the enthusiasm of a dog with a fresh new bone. The sensation, both physical and visual, lifted me onto another plane for a moment. But I was brought back to reality by the scrape of a chair. Looking over Brenda's bobbing head, I saw that Mandy and Bob were only two feet away, both watching us intently. I saw that Bob had climaxed, as splatters of his jizz were all around Mandy's mouth.

Then the whole episode got really hot. Mandy pulled Brenda around to the edge of the bed and fell to her knees behind her. She dived between Brenda's cheeks, causing Brenda's head to snap up, "Oh help, what is she doing to me?"

Brenda tried to slam her legs together and wriggle away, but Mandy gripped her legs and pulled them open again. Brenda pleadingly looked into my eyes. "Oh help, she's licking my pinny."

"Do you like it?" I asked.

Brenda closed her eyes and went quiet for a minute, then said, "Oh yes, it feels unbelievable," 

With a sigh, she grinned and began planting kisses along my shaft as I pulled pillows under my head so I could sit up a little and watch. I saw that Bob had shifted the chair to the side for a better view and was working his limp cock hard again.

Mandy must have hit some tender spot as Brenda groaned, slid her tongue down my shaft, and took one of my balls into her mouth. She popped it out of her mouth and began sucking on the other one, while stroking my shaft lightly with her fingertips. She was learning fast, as I knew mine was the first cock she had ever had near her mouth.

Keeping eye contact with me, she moved up and engulfed half my shaft. I could feel her tongue flicking from side to side as she bobbed up and down. I knew I wasn't going to last, and I tightened my thighs, trying to hold the delicious sensations at bay. Then she stopped still and stared at me in surprise. With half my shaft still lodged in her throat, her eyes lost focus, and her body began to convulse. I knew she was starting to climax, and I couldn't take it. I pulled her off as I began to cum.

Brenda went over the edge. She was salivating, strings of her saliva hanging from her lips to my knob. She attempted to latch onto my throbbing prick, unfazed by my ropes of spunk hitting her face.

Then her climax hit fully. I sat up and began kissing her mouth, neck and ears. Brenda was breathing hard, and she moaned into my ear, asking me what was happening to her. I reached under her and pinched her dark nipples. They were hard and puckered in arousal. She searched out my mouth, and her tongue darted in, playing games with my tongue. Then, she had to pull away to catch her breath.

Mandy jumped up, pushed my head away and gave Brenda a passionate kiss. "Oh, girl, that was fantastic. Your cunt gripped my tongue so hard. I've not felt any do that before."

Mandy turned to Bob and saw he was hard again. "Fuck Bob. Don't you dare tell a soul. But I want to be fucked. I'm so fucking horny."

She crawled onto the bed and readied herself in the doggy position. I noticed, for the first time, that she was naked, and I revelled in the thrill that this vision gave me. Bob leapt onto the bed behind her. He still had his shirt and jacket on, which looked fucking stupid. I thought he would thrust straight in. But no! He buried his face between her obscenely beautiful butt and began to work his tongue around her slit.

Mandy wriggled and groaned as his powerful hands held her steady. She collapsed forward on her elbows, calling out that he was a dirty bastard, but not to stop. Brenda and I had rolled across the bed to a position that gave us the best view. She had cleaned up all my mess from my stomach and swallowed every drop. So I cuddled into her and used a finger to scoop up the blobs from her face and offer them to her lips. Then, I explored her body as we watched Bob work his magic.

"Oh Gawd," Mandy moaned as his tongue withdrew, then another groan as Bob pushed two long fingers inside her and used his thumb to flick her clit. When he thought he had her sufficiently aroused, he bent forward and tried to insert his tongue into her puckered brown nub, raising goosebumps over Mandy's ass and legs. She screamed at him to fuck her and wriggled around, trying to reach for his cock and draw him in.

Bob brushed her hands away, gripped her arse and let his cock find her entrance of its own accord. But he only pushed it in an inch or so, then held very still. Mandy knew what he wanted. "Fuck me, you ugly bastard. Stop messing around. Fuck me hard."

Brenda gasped and gripped me tightly as we watched his swollen shaft sink home. He was in no hurry and slowly withdrew it again, savouring every second. We watched intently as Mandy's labia spread to allow him access, then stretched, gripping him tightly as he withdrew.

Mandy was very vocal. "Ahh!" she gasped as his hips pressed against her arse. She wiggled her hips, urging him to push harder. And he did. Pulling back, he slammed back into her. In and out, he plunged. They both grunted each time he bottomed out. He dug his fingers into her thighs, drawing her back with his every thrust. Then Mandy came, and it was not quiet. I hoped the room had good soundproofing, or else half the club would hear her.

Bob didn't stop. Mandy tried to get him to slow down but gritted her teeth and gave up. Watching Bob's cock pummelling into Mandy had Brenda squirming around in a frenzy. She rolled to my side and opened her legs invitingly. "Would you do that to me?"

Fuck! Was the Pope a Catholic? She needn't ask. What I had just watched had me rock hard again. I shoved her onto her hands and knees. She momentarily gave some resistance as I pulled her up from the position she was accustomed to. But when she realised what I was about to do, she enthusiastically dropped her head to the mattress and jutted her arse in the air.

Soon the slapping sounds of two couples fucking filled the room. The faint music continued, but nobody came to see what had happened to Mandy. I reached around under Brenda and found her clit, causing her to groan as her pussy contracted around my shaft.

Bob was watching us, and did the same to Mandy. I watched in wonder as a wave of pleasure rippled through Mandy's body when his fingers found their target. He sped up, the slapping sounds getting louder. Then he pulled back and thrust hard several times, emptying his balls into her unprotected body.

Still, he didn't stop, punishing her for another minute until she exploded. Their climax tipped me over the edge, and as I jerked and thrust, Brenda came again. "Oh fuck, this feels so good! Oh God!" she yelled.

Her cunt pulsed hard, milking me dry. Her pussy juice was dripping from my balls she was so wet. We all collapsed on the bed in a mass of arms and legs. Then Mandy exclaimed in horror, "You didn't wear protection!"

"I don't have any condoms," Bob cried.

"There are plenty in the top drawer of the dresser. Fuck! How could I be so stupid?" And they began heatedly whispering together.

 Brenda turned to me. Her eyes were glassy and bright. "I've never felt that before. All warm and tingly. Can you do that to me again and give me another one?"

"Eat you or fuck you?" I asked, elated by the fact she seemed to like me swearing.

"Oooh, both, please. I'll come to your room. I can't be near Kyle tonight."

I backed up and rested my back on the pillows and headboard. Time seemed to freeze. I had drawn Brenda to me and was caressing her perfect little globes and flicking my fingers over her achingly swollen nipples. At our feet, Mandy was lying against Bob, her leg resting on his hip, which gave me a perfect view of her abused, sloppy pink taco. I knew I would never live a moment like this again. I tried to memorise every detail, knowing that on the day I finally kicked the bucket, I would want to pull up this image to remember what a great life I had had.

The moment was shattered when I heard a yelp from Mandy. "Gawd, look at the time, we have to go, I'll be getting charged double for the room."

We all crawled off the bed and searched for our clothes. I only had to pull my pants up, then helped Brenda dress. Mandy approached me as she slipped on her sheer robe. "Did you split the money I gave you?"

I nodded. I had. "Well, give my half to Bob. He's going to wait until I finish and take me home to his apartment."

I gave her a quizzical look.

She whispered, "He's paying me a grand to stay the night, and his butler is cooking me breakfast in the morning." Then even more quietly, "Shit, silly fool. I'd have gone for free. That was the best fuck I've had in years. He gave me two orgasms."

Grinning ear to ear, Bob turned right when we exited the room. Mandy, Brenda and I all turned left and went back to the dressing room. There was a guy in a suit waiting for Brenda, and he led her to an office under the sound booth. I watched with interest as he spoke to Brenda, and she shook her head repeatedly. I was pretty sure I knew what they were discussing.

Still, when she returned I asked he what he wanted. "He offered me a job here. He said he would pay me $500 a week and that I would earn four times that in tips. I turned him down, but he's given me his card in case I change my mind."

All sorted, Brenda and I walked out into the club. Looking over to our table, I saw Mia (the pretty black girl) sitting on Malik's knee. It came to me that I hadn't seen her on stage or in the dressing room. Sitting beside them was a very dishevelled-looking Kyle, with Bubba's arm draped over his shoulder. Kyle had a glass in his hand, and it was obvious that Bubba had been encouraging him to drink.

I gave Malik a quizzical look as we approached. He responded by introducing us, "This is Mia. She's had a falling out with Cassius and is coming home with us."

I helped Brenda to her seat, then turned my attention to Kyle. He couldn't look at Brenda, and seeing he wasn't going to create a scene, I turned my attention back to Mia.

To be continued….