The Road TripChapter 3, "Luscious Lily"by Noopster
--DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of absolute fiction based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this shit is ridiculous anyway. Thanks for reading and thanks to Marauder for all the help with this one.
"Uh, where are we?" Lily asked from the passenger's seat. Having just finished a long nap, she had found herself being driven down a narrow street with small businesses on each side. "Carson City" her boyfriend replied, fiddling with the map app on his phone.
It was just starting to get dark, and Lily was still drowsy. Confused, she rubbed her eyes.
"Carson--? How long was I asleep?"
They had gotten up really early and driven for most of the day because Charlie wanted to get the most out of their special week traveling together before she had to go back to film in Paris. She had been expecting to wake up to the flashy, noisy, saturated extravagance of the Las Vegas Strip, with its myriad of crowded bars, casinos, hotels, and nightclubs; what she had woken up to instead was nothing but the generic emptiness of a quiet, small town street.
"I thought we were going to Vegas." she said, looking around at the overwhelming blandness of it all.
"We were. But this is more important."
"What could be so important here?"
She looked at him, trying to decipher his smirk.
"...Have you been here before?"
"In another one of those mysterious adventures you had while traveling with your college buddies?"
"I don't get it. What is there to do here?"
"Don't let the peaceful setting fool you, babe. Everything you can do in Vegas, you can do here."
"Reeeeally? So we're going gambling then."
"Heh, no, we're not gambling. ...At least not in the literal sense."
Curious, Lily raised one of her famous eyebrows. "Oh wow, so cryptic!", she joked, but the little butterflies in her stomach were already fluttering. Charlie kept driving in silence, and Lily did not try to get anything else out of him. By that point, she had learned that it was pointless to ask him about it, because he wasn't going to spoil the surprise anyway. If the past two days were any indication, her boyfriend had definitely planned something raunchy for that night. It wasn't that she had stopped getting anxious about it, but rather she was starting to learn that not knowing made it all so much more exciting. Besides, she was still feeling super confident after what she'd done the day before at the beach and the gas station, and so proud of herself for pushing past her long-held inhibitions. And Charlie had kept his "no sex in our room" rule and gone to bed early last night, so she was super horny, and ready for more.
They arrived at the hotel Charlie had picked. It wasn't pretty, but it wasn't as bad as some of the roadside motels they had stayed at the night before. A part of her still could not believe they were there, but another part liked that everything about their trip was so different. She had grown up with all of the commodities that money could buy, but Charlie wanted her to stop thinking like a rich, spoiled celebrity; the shitty places they were hitting were certainly helping with that.
"So... what should I wear?" she asked, standing over her open suitcase.
"Oh, I don't know, something casual."
"Casual?" She sounded disappointed.
"Yeah. Something comfortable," he said before going back out to get the rest of the stuff from the car.
Lily set aside a pink miniskirt and a pair of tight leather pants, taking her boyfriend's advice and picking a simple pair of tight black jeans instead. Whatever he was planning, he was keeping it extremely close to the vest, but something told her she should be prepared, just in case, and following her hunch she slipped into a tight leopard print leotard with a plunging neckline that left most of her back uncovered. The lower half, meant to be worn as underwear and covered by another piece of clothing, amounted to little more than a thin strip of fabric that did little to cover her pubic area and her plump ass cheeks even less. So she covered it up with the unassuming black trousers and a loose-fitting blue jacket.
About an hour later, as Charlie drove them to their mysterious destination. Lily kept wiggling uncomfortably from side to side on the passenger's seat 'Great idea, Lily'
she said to herself. She was not a huge fan of thongs, having been a boy-shorts kind of girl for most of her life, and the bodysuit she had picked seemed bent on riding up her crotch and ass-crack to a very unpleasant degree.
"So... how long 'till we get there?" she asked, trying to focus on something else.
"We're basically there, just three more blocks."
"Great. So you can finally tell me what you have planned then."
"Well, you've proved you're not boring, and that you're not afraid to try new things."
"I sure have," Lily smiled proudly. She was excited already, feeling ready for another challenge.
"And you had so much fun yesterday showing off to those boys at the beach, I figured, you should check out how the pros do it."
Charlie turned around the corner and the bright purple of a neon sign illuminated Lily's surprised face.
"A strip club?"
Charlie pulled up to the parking lot and stopped at one of the many empty spaces.
"Hold on, what are you--"
"Come on, let's get a drink," he said with a smirk as he got out of the car.
A cartoonishly voluptuous mermaid waved at Lily when she stepped out to join him. The bright purple sign read: "The Milky Mermaid", and immediately it was clear just how classy the establishment they had arrived at was. Their steps crunched on the gravel, and she felt nervous as they approached the door, without really understanding why.
A huge black guy at the front door checked their IDs as well as her tight little butt as she walked past him. Lily did not mind, she was way more concerned with the purpose of their visit. Surely, her boyfriend did not expect her to actually-- No, he was probably going to get her a lap dance or something of the sort. 'Might be kinda fun,'
she thought, checking out the waitresses in different styles of clothing, or lack thereof.
They made their way through rows of mostly empty tables and sat right next to the main stage, where a curvy black woman was twirling around the metal pole for a bunch of middle-aged white guys who seemed more interested in their drinks than anything else.
The setting was more than a little depressing. It all smelled like old beer and piss, the music was loud, but no one seemed to be listening to it, even the girl dancing on stage seemed to be moving to a completely different rhythm.
"So this is... just like Vegas, huh?" Lily said to her boyfriend, who had just finished ordering them drinks.
"Pretty much," he replied very smugly, "There's one very important difference though."
"Just one, huh? And what would that be?"
"No one knows you here. No one will recognize you here because no one would ever expect to see a celebrity in a shitty strip club in fucking Carson City."
"...Huh." Lily said, after giving some thought to it. "And why would we have to worry about someone recognizing me?"
" Because we don't want the whole world knowing you were pole-dancing at a strip club, obviously."
"Oh... is that what I'm doing?"
"Yeah. And let me tell you, if the world found out, they would freak the fuck out."
"I gotta say... I'm freaking the fuck out a little myself."
"Really? And why is that?"
"Because! You know me, I'm... shy."
"Where was this shy girl yesterday?" he chuckled, "Because whomever I was with yesterday had no issue showing off to those kids, ...or that old guy at the gas station."
Lily started to blush. They had not discussed any of it since she had kissed that old man on the cheek, and hearing him describe it like that was more than a little shocking.
"T--That... that was different. There's too many people here!"
"Pfff, please, the place is half empty. There can't be more than 20 people here."
"That's still a lot more than five!"
"That's the whole point. Think of how excited you were yesterday when we left the lake, now multiply that by four."
"So that's what you want, huh, to watch me strip for everyone here?"
Charlie sipped from his beer without breaking eye contact.
"I'm starting to see a pattern here. Why do you like strangers looking at me so much?"
"I don't know, babe, why do you?"
Charlie gave her a stern look, the one he always used when he knew she was lying, and Lily had no choice but to concede with an adorable smile.
"Okay, I will admit that it was fun. Yesterday was fun."
"And this will be even better."
Lily thought about it for a moment. Could she really do it? Did she have it in her to strip for those bored strangers?
"So let's say that — hypothetically— I do this, what would I get in return?"
"In return? Oh no, babe, you got it all wrong. You're not doing this for me. Not to say that I won't enjoy seeing you up there, but ultimately... this is all for you."
"Is it now? You sure you're not just saying all of this so you can see me take my clothes off in public?"
Charlie grabbed her hand and leaned in closer. "Babe, I heard you last night."
"You heard what exactly?"
"I heard you touching yourself under the covers, trying not to make any noise so you wouldn't wake me up."
"Yeah, you were thinking of those boys watching you, right? You were thinking of them jerking off to you after we left."
Lily's face had turned bright red now. He knew her too well, there was no point in trying to keep it a secret. "...yeah," she finally admitted with the hint of a mischievous smile on her lips. Charlie took her tiny hand and held it between both of his, looking solemnly into her eyes. "I know you want this. It's okay, babe, you don't have to be ashamed of the things that turn you on. It's okay to be sexy, to show off and be proud of your body, to tease other guys and be horny, to challenge yourself. It's all okay."
"I love you so much," she said, genuinely moved by the support and confidence he always gave her.
"I love you too, babe. Now what do you say? You wanna go up there and give these poor saps something to remember? I mean, they live in Carson City for God's sake, they could use it."
Lily looked anxiously at the now empty stage. "But how would I even.. I mean, it's not like I can go up there just like that."
"Sure you can. Look at the banner over there."
"Amateur night? Is that really a thing?"
"Sure it is. That's why we're here."
"But-- wait, how did you know?"
"I happen to know the owner," Charlie smiled as one of the waitresses came by to serve a pair of whisky glasses. "And I called in advance to sign you up."
"Hmm, how sneaky of you," the pretty actress said, still glancing at the stage as she took the first sip of her beverage. She immediately winced at the heavy, bitter flavor. "Whoa! This is so strong."
"Think of it as liquid courage."
Lily's finger circled the edge of the glass. "If I do this..."
"Then your stupid no-sex in-the-room rule is over. Done," She said, stabbing the center of the table with her fingernail to show how serious she was. "Once we leave this place, you're gonna take me to that shitty hotel you picked for tonight and we're gonna fuck each other's brains out, you got that?"
"It'll be tough, but I'm willing to make that sacrifice," Charlie grinned.
Lily stuck her tongue out at him and then took another sip of her drink. The taste felt a little less aggressive this time.
So? Are you ready?"
"I... I'm a little bit nervous. Can I just watch first?"
"Of course, babe. Just let me know when you're ready."
Just then, the lights began to dim, and an unseen voice announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Amateur Night at the Milky Mermaid! Our first amateur dancer tonight is a lovely girl from Columbus, Ohio. Please welcome to the stage... Juicy Jessica!"
The lights came up on the stage to reveal a brunette with a short, asymmetrical bob, wearing a black Metallica t-shirt and short jean shorts. Rihanna's "Pour it up" began to blare but the customers at the sparsely populated club barely seemed to notice. Lily felt bad for the girl strutting on stage, but she didn't seem discouraged and kept on doing her thing regardless. 'At least no one will be paying attention when I make a fool of myself up there,'
she thought, paying close attention to the moves Jessica was doing up on the stage, like how she played with the buttons of her shorts before pulling them down, or how she wrapped one leg around the metal pole and leaned back, twisting to the side to let her breasts jiggle and dangle. A couple of older guys approached the platform and tipped her a few bucks, but for the most part, the crowd seemed disinterested, and that bothered Lily a little bit. Jessica was just a regular-looking girl, but she did have big round tits and a fat ass, if the men there were not paying attention to her, then what hope could she have with her petite frame and tiny B-cup breasts.
'What hope? Hope of what?'
she suddenly asked herself. This wasn't a competition, there was no prize to be won. And yet, she wanted them to like her. She wanted-- no, she needed to be the object of lust of everyone in there, to have those old, bored men, look at her with the same awe and unbridled lust as those kids at the beach.
Lily felt herself getting wet and flushed as she imagined them leering at her body while Charlie watched, and she took another sip of her drink, trying to calm herself. She noticed her hand was shaking slightly before finishing the glass with one last swig.
"Please give a big round of applause for Juicy Jessica!". The curvy girl picked up her clothes and walked off the stage to sparse applause. The couple clapped hard for her, but it was still sad to see how unresponsive the rest of the patrons were.
Charlie chuckled when he saw her gesturing to the waitress to get another drink.
"What?" she asked, trying not to laugh.
"Feeling more confident now?"
"I'm getting there."
"Now let's get ready for our next participant. This little hottie is visiting the States from south of the border, and despite her innocent appearance, yes, she is legal! Now please give a warm welcome to the sexy stylings of... Marvelous Mandy!"
Lily rolled her eyes. 'Jeez, that DJ sure loves alliteration.'
Raising a bushy eyebrow, she saw a tiny little brunette walk out from behind the black curtains. Even with the black high heels she had on, she couldn't have been taller than 5'4, with a small little frame and the cute face of a high school girl. Brown hair down to her shoulders, big brown eyes and white skin. She wore a tiny little gray mini skirt that showed off her short but very shapely legs, and tight black tank top, generously filled by a pair of nice, firm round tits. She came out to Mötley Crüe's "Girls, Girls, Girls," and it was immediately obvious that she had a bit more experience than Jessica. Her movements were more confident and loose, she even smiled a lot more, and genuinely so. She might have been lying about being amateur, Lily thought, or maybe she just liked to strip in her private life. Either way, it was making her a little self-conscious. 'I don't know how to move like that. I don't even know how to twerk. Oh God, they're all gonna laugh at me!'
Luckily, a fresh new drink had just been brought to her, and she drank that one too in a hurry.
"Whoa, take it easy there, babe.You don't wanna fall off the stage."'Falling off the stage?!'
she thought. She hadn't even considered that possibility. "Heh, yeah, I guess not," she laughed nervously.
A small number of new customers had arrived by the time Mandy was down to a very sexy black bra and sheer panties. The growing number of patrons made Lily feel more nervous, but also more excited at the same time. She saw the very cute, mexican girl squatting with her back to the audience as a balding Asian guy stuck green bills in the waistline of her panties. She stood back up, undid her bra and threw it at the guy, blowing him a kiss afterwards. 'That was so sexy...'
Lily thought, feeling warmer all over. Mandy's nipples were super hard, and something about that had captivated her. It wasn't really her what was turning her on so much, girls had never been her thing, but seeing her flaunt around for those strangers... that was definitely having an effect between her legs.
The song was finally done, and so was Lily's drink. She sipped the last few drops of whisky without taking her eyes off the stage, where Mandy was picking up her money, grinning excitedly at a young man that she assumed to be her boyfriend; he had obviously enjoyed the show, and she hoped that Charlie would be looking that happy after she had been up there too. That was when she finally got it, the reason that girl looked so happy and confident up there despite the place being half-empty and the customers being so cheap. She wasn't doing it for the money or the patrons, it was all for her boyfriend and herself.
"I think I'm ready," she suddenly announced, turning to Charlie with a look of utter excitement on her sweet, precious face.
Her boyfriend smiled. He offered his hand and led her backstage. "Alright, this is as far as I can go, unless you want me dancing on that pole with you."
"Oh no, the stage is all mine. Now go sit down and get ready."
She pulled Charlie close and kissed him on the lips.
"I can't wait," he said, pleasantly surprised by her eagerness.
"Oh and baby, one more thing."
"You don't tip me, okay? No matter how lonely I look up there, you just sit and watch. I don't want any pity."
"If you say so."
When her boyfriend left her and went back to his seat, the DJ approached her. She picked the song and how she wanted to be introduced, but there was another girl ready to go out there already, so she had to wait her turn. The butterflies in her stomach were going crazy as she paced back and forth backstage. She tried to think of a time before an audition or a play where she had felt more nervous, but she couldn't. Acting was something she had studied and prepared for, but stripping... that was completely uncharted territory. It was so surreal to be standing there waiting, not to say her lines or answer questions in front of a regular audience, but to take off her clothes and dance for a bunch of horny strangers. She peeked behind the curtain and saw that a lot more people had come in. 'The place is almost full now, what the fuck?'
For a moment, she thought about bailing on the whole thing, but then she saw Charlie sitting there with the look on his face he only got when he was genuinely thrilled about something; the same expression that little kids got on their first visit to Disneyland. ‘No, I've come this far, I'm doing this.'
Suddenly the lights changed from a deep red color to white and silver, flashing rapidly as the DJ announced, "And now, gentlemen, a special treat. Coming to you straight from the U.K., please give a warm welcome to this gorgeous newcomer on her first exotic dance. Here she is... LUSCIOUS LILY!"
The dumb name made her cringe, but the stage curtains were opening, Michael Jackson's "Rock With You" had started playing, and the spotlights were blazing above her; the show had began. Surprised and extremely nervous, Lily strolled onto the stage in her normal looking clothes. Perhaps it was that unusual look that caught the attention of the crowd, because suddenly it felt like every single pair of eyes was on her.
It was surreal to be standing up there. Her heart was pounding as she strolled round the stage to the beat of the song. Not really sure of what to do, she went straight for the pole in the middle and held on to it. She looked down and around at the men sitting near the little stage. There was a group of twenty-somethings on the right side, but most of the other patrons were middle-aged or older; they looked nothing like the kids at the beach. 'At least I can be sure none of them will know who I am,'
she thought as she wrapped one leg round the pole and twirled. When she stopped, she noticed one of them had an old, worn-out "Genesis" t-shirt on, and she laughed to herself, thinking of how scandalized her dear old father would be if he only knew what she was doing.
Still holding on, she leaned back and stretched, letting her denim jack hang loose and showing off the smooth, pale skin of her sides.
She was well aware that her outfit was less than ideal for stripping, but all she could do at that point was to work with what she had, so the pretty brunette teased the crowd by pulling the jacket off of one shoulder and then the other, until the thing fell off completely.
Always the supportive boyfriend, Charlie whooped and hollered, but the rest of the patrons barely made a sound. Lily enjoyed her boyfriend cheering her on, and she was still trying to remember everything that the other two girls had done with the pole so that she could copy it, when suddenly she saw another leg wrapping around the metal to join hers. She looked up and realized one of the young guys from the corner table had joined her for some reason.
"Hey, can I dance with you?" the blonde stranger yelled over the music.
He was just a regular-looking guy, not really that menacing in his frat-guy appearance, but the smell of booze on him was strong and he was grinning like an idiot. Lily's first instinct was to turn to Charlie for help, but to her surprise, he did not seem alarmed, instead he gestured for her to keep going. "Just roll with it," she saw him mouthing.
"Uh... okay," Lily finally said to the guy. He got closer to the pole as Lily's hand slid up the smooth metal with her leg still wrapped around it. In one fluid motion she leaned back again and arched her back. Her long, brown hair swept back, and cascaded down as she held the pose to show off her toned arms and firm breasts.
"Hey you! Get down from there right now!" she heard the security guy from the entrance shouting.
"Oh shit!" the young man said, visibly scared and trying to get off the stage without landing on his face, "It's cool, I'm cool, it's cool!"
Lily was surprised to see him going back to his seat instead of getting kicked out. But she was alone up there again, and there were more pressing issues to attend. Half the song had gone by and she was still fully clothed and getting almost no tips. She looked over at Charlie. Things were not going as she had imagined them, but he was still smiling sweetly at her.'I can do this,'
she told herself, and she took in a long, nervous breath. Needles of anxiety were pricking at the base of her skull as she moved her body closer to the metal pole and bent her knees, straddling it. She could tell the patrons were getting antsy, so instead she let go of the metal and stepped in front. Resting her back on the pole, she looked at the crowd and brought her hands to her stomach, swaying her hips suggestively to the beat as her hands traveled up very slowly. Upon reaching the small cups on her chest, she caressed herself, and teased the inside of her modest cleavage with her index and middle fingers. Her breathing was quick, she was still nervous and a little stiff, but was quickly getting more into the showmanship of it all.
"Muah! I fucking love you!" the blonde guy who had just climbed off the stage shouted at her excitedly. Lily smiled. At least someone other than her boyfriend was enjoying her performance. Her hands slipped inside her leotard and she played with her nipples a little bit, biting her lip to make a show of how much she was enjoying it.
"COME ON, SHOW 'EM!" the rowdy blonde guy shouted.
Lily and her boyfriend exchanged a knowing look and then the petite actress finally pulled the stretchy fabric aside, flashing her perky little breasts and hardened pink nipples to everyone.
She heard the blonde guy shout, "OH FUCK, THAT'S SO HOT!" and felt the gazes from a couple of the men who were sitting around the stage around her. That was enough to send a rush of adrenaline through her entire being.
She let go of the leotard and it sprung back into place, covering her chest again just as she turned her back to the audience and posed with her butt sticking out, shaking it from side to side as she began to unbutton her jeans. She wasn't sure at that point which was louder, the music, or the pulse pounding in her head. When the last button was free, she pulled the pants down just a little bit and stopped to look at the men at her right, then at the men to her left. Grinning mischievously and wiggling her hips, the pretty actress pushed her tight black jeans down with each swivel of her lovely ass. She pushed them all the way down to her ankles, keeping her legs straight and bending over at the waist to let the audience get a good look at the small piece of leopard fabric that barely covered her pussy and disappeared inside her ass crack.
Her ass was firm, round and soft, and the older men seemed to finally notice. Lily touched her toes and kept wiggling, flaunting her delicious little booty. She could feel the men gawking at her, and she was getting excited at the thought of all of them lusting after her. The world and the room around her faded away, and she was absorbed in the warmth of the surreal experience; ready for more. And just when she was about to make her next move, the song ended, the lights flickered, and the DJ asked people to clap.
Lily pulled up her pants and stood there with her back to the crowd wondering what had just happened. It was all over so quickly. 'I didn't even get a chance to-- No, this can't be it.'
Her heart was still beating in her throat as she walked to the DJ booth at the back of the stage. "Hey, I didn’t finish, I wanna do another song!" she said, immediately embarrassed by how loud her request had sounded without any music on.
"What? I'm sorry but each participant gets--"
"I was interrupted! That guy interrupted me, that's not fair."
The DJ was silent for a moment. Lily felt embarrassed knowing that everyone there was watching her beg for another chance to strip.
"LET 'ER DO IT!" the rowdy blonde guy cried out.
"YEAH," the guy sitting next to him shouted, "ONE MORE DANCE, ONE MORE DANCE!"
The blonde guy joined in, and so did his other two friends. "ONE! MORE! DANCE! ONE! MORE! DANCE!" Pretty soon Charlie had joined the chant too and a few of the older guys were banging their fists on the tables.
"Alright, alright," the DJ finally conceded, "Pick your song."
"Umm... I, uh..." suddenly she could not think of a single song. She knew everyone was waiting for her and the place was dead silent, making every fraction of a second seem long and painful. And then suddenly, from the blankness of her mind, a title popped up. "Easy Lover!" she blurted out. Charlie and her had been listening to a Phil Collins' greatest hits playlist on the way to Nevada, and it was only until after she said it that it dawned on her she was about to strip to one of her father's songs.
"Okay...due to a technicality, put your hands together once more for Luscious Lily," The DJ called through the sound system.
Realizing that it was too late to ask for a different song, Lily turned back to face the audience. When the first guitar chord hit, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath to get ready, treating the performance she was about to do as seriously as any dramatic scene she'd ever done.'It's now or never, Lily, get your head in the game.'
Her hands moved slowly up and down her thighs as the song's intro played, before traveling up, caressing her sides and going over her tits. Her fingers reached for the straps of her leotard, a familiar cocktail of fear and arousal welling up from between her legs as she waited for the main riff to begin. This time there was no warming up, and no hesitation, as soon as she heard that F minor seventh chord, she pulled the straps down until the top clung just below her bare breasts, letting the little mounds of pale flesh bounce deliciously as she strutted fiercely to the center of the stage. She stood there for a moment with her little tits out, swaying her hips to the beat and grinning seductively at the men who now seemed fully invested in her. Lily knew she didn't have the most impressive breasts ever, but they were firm and perky, just the way guys liked them, and her heart fluttered with excitement when the empty seats around the stage began to quickly fill up with horny guys wanting to get a closer look. She's the kind of girl you dream of
Dream of keeping hold of
You'd better forget it
You'll never get it
She twisted around a couple of times, feeling more confident and aroused with every passing second. The impertinent blonde guy was shouting all kinds of things that she could not make out over the loud music. Something came over her just then, because for as much as he had startled her with his drunken antics, she was genuinely moved by the show of support, and suddenly she was pointing at him with a come hither look in her amazing hazel eyes. It took a moment for the surprised guy to figure it out. "Me?" he mouthed, pointing at his chest. Lily nodded and beckoned him with her finger. The young man almost tripped in his haste to get back up on stage, and Lily used those few seconds to find Charlie and wink at him. Her boyfriend had a huge smile on his face, and when he winked back, Lily knew she had the green light to do whatever she wanted up there.
"Uh... hi," the blonde man awkwardly shouted over the music.
"Dance with me, handsome," the brunette commanded, reaching for his hand. She held it up and twirled under his arm a couple of times before turning back to him and leaning on his chest. Then, the gorgeous actress began to parade topless around her guest while in that print leotard that clung tightly to her body, emphasizing the outline of her modest curves.
The guy was stunned, and his buddies started whistling and cheering him on. Lily took his hands and led them down her sides and over her narrow hips, making sure his fingers held on to the waistband of her still unbuttoned pants. She looked at the crowd, and bit her lip, teasing them with a playful look. "Do it!" Charlie shouted from the back. That was all the blonde man needed to hear. He pulled the jeans down and rolled them down to her ankles, exposing her juicy thighs to everyone. Lily playfully covered her wide open mouth with her hand, and stepped away from her jeans, pretending to be shocked with the situation while looking at her boyfriend's pleased expression.
Suddenly the guy’s hands rose to cup her tiny breasts. When his fingers graced her nipples she let out a gasp, and the stripper character she was playing disappeared for a moment. It was not more than a second before Lily took them back down to her waist, where the straps of her leopard-print bodysuit hung loose, and her eyes turned to Charlie immediately, worrying that she had just crossed a line. But her boyfriend could not have looked any happier, he had that fire in his eyes again, and there was no doubt that he was enjoying seeing the blonde stranger start to pull down the straps, slowly bringing the leotard all the way down to her midriff. There were finally cheers from the other men as she pulled the blonde man back to his feet and stepped in front of him, leaning against his chest and swaying to the rhythm of the song, her arms dancing gracefully above her head as the fabric was rolled down past her rock hard abs and cute belly button.
She felt the blonde man breathing on her neck as his hands reached her hips and let go. Lily closed her eyes, feeling a delicious shiver as his hands caressed her thighs on the way down. That scared her momentarily and she took a step forward, moving away from his touch. It was so thrilling to know she had everyone's full attention now, that every eye in the room was focused on her. She turned her back to the audience, presenting her delicious little booty, barely covered by the rolled down leotard that now looked like a bikini bottom with a slightly more bulky waistline and a very thin strip of leopard print fabric disappearing between her butt cheeks. Then she turned her head to look back at them, striking a pose she had used countless times on red carpets, and reached back, pulling the thong further up between her ass cheeks. It was only then, once the fabric dug deep into her ass crack and buried itself between her labia, that she realized how wet she was.
Some of the patrons started to throw money on stage. Lily wiggled her ass from side to side before returning her attention to the drunk guy accompanying her on stage. She walked over to him, looking for Charlie's reaction out of the corner of her eye as she got closer and pressed her body against his. The guy's hard-on poked her right under the navel, and she wondered if every other guy there was hard for her at that moment. Then, she turned, and took his hands again, leading them to the rolled up edge of her makeshift leopard-print thong. She pushed her ass out and heard the men whistling while she swayed her hips, feeling the guy's bulge rubbing on her, even poking between her ass cheeks from time to time.
"WHOOOOO!" Charlie hollered from the back as the stranger's fingers got a hold of his girlfriend's thong again. Lily smiled and pressed herself harder against his body. She lifted her arms and danced in her spot as he began to pull the leotard down. Slowly, the little, trimmed landing strip above her pussy started to become visible. Charlie's jaw had dropped to the floor. He could not believe she was above to take everything off, and neither could she. But there was a need of being completely exposed up there that she had to satisfy now. She's an easy lover
She'll get a hold on you believe it...
Her father kept singing while the little leotard rolled down her thighs and finally fell to the floor. The room exploded with whistles and cheers as her pink little slit came into view. Lily made that surprised gesture again, making a show of trying to cover her breasts and pussy with her arms. She waited one beat like that, looking left at right with an enticing smirk on her lips, and then she straightened herself, putting her hands on her hips and widening her stance, proudly showing off her completely naked form for everyone to admire.
The guys went really wild and, though the lights were in her eyes and she couldn't see him, she imagined the proud smile Charlie must have had on his face. 'I'm really doing this!'
she screamed excitedly in her head. It was incredible to be up there wearing absolutely nothing and feeling no shame.
Some of the men laughed when the blonde guy started smelling the crumpled leotard in his hands. Lily turned to him and thanked him with a kiss on the cheek before taking the outfit from him and gesturing for him to get back down. That was her stage now, and it was time to really shine.
The petite stripper walked slowly towards the pole, her smooth and firm legs looking amazing under the bright white lights, and only the hint of a jiggle on her firm, bubble-shaped butt. She got a hand and a leg on the metal and began to swing around it, smiling seductively at the men with raised arms and dollar bills in their hands.
After a few more rotations around the metal pole, she stopped suddenly with one leg raised, allowing the viewers to get a glimpse of her pale pussy lips while she licked the tip of her finger and rubbed her left nipple with it. "FUCK YEAH!" she heard Charlie shouting from his table. It almost made her break character for a second, but she was able to keep from laughing. Instead, she strode to the center of the stage, right across from where Charlie sat, and turned her attention to a sweaty man dressed in a light gray business suit that was holding a 20 dollar bill in the air. Lily stood right above him, on the very edge of the stage, and looked down at him. The man's eyes were inevitably drawn to her labia, just a couple of feet from his face. The money was shaking in his hand as the tiny stripper began to slowly squat down. There was a collective and audible awe as her thighs opened wide and she lowered her hips. The wet, glistening little pink hole was suddenly there, completely exposed for everyone to see. The man sighed deeply and he was so close that Lily felt his warm breath on her opening as she took the money from him.
"Thank you," she said very sweetly, before getting back up again. Everyone watching was going crazy and there were too many hands to count holding up bills all around her. She could barely hear the music over all of the noise the horny men were making. You're not the only one, ooh seeing is believing
It's the only way
You'll ever know, oh
As the thumping erotic beat stimulated her pulse, Lily danced and danced, free of any clothes and any reservations. She shook her shapely booty and flaunted her tight little body, bathing in the lewd gazes of the men sitting around the stage, until there was sweat dripping down her back and every inch of her pale, flawless skin was glittering with perspiration.
The last minute of the song reached the peak of sexually-charged energy when Lily started going from one side of the stage to the other to take money from the horny patrons. She knelt and crawled for some of them, she bent and spanked herself for the others. Having no place to put the money she just kept tossing it around the stage floor. Not that it mattered, that performance was all about letting go of fear and embracing Charlie's fantasy. She could see him sitting at the edge of his seat, looking around in disbelief at the crowd of horny men his dear girlfriend had riled up with her naked flesh. He had this shocked look on his face, like he still could not believe she was really exposing herself so freely to all those guys.
The song's guitar solo hit her like a jolt of electricity and Lily's hips began to spin wildly, almost as if they were no longer attached to the rest of her body, twisting and gyrating on their own will. She shook her head and her hair thrashed around in a whirlwind to the beat. At that point nothing existed but the music and her body. Lily's mind melted into a whirlwind of sound and movement, she danced like she had never danced before, letting go of all reservations, believing herself to be the most important thing in the universe and convincing every person there of the same. Every inch of her gorgeous body was dripping with sweat and passion, every movement, every gesture was loose and naturally sensual, transforming her body into an irresistible white flame. Now don't try to change her, just leave it, leave it
She felt so free and comfortable, like she was dancing alone in her room, while simultaneously bathing in the thrill of knowing that everyone there was hopelessly hypnotized by her nude body and her wild, overt sensuality.
"YOU'RE SO FUCKING HOT!" she heard the frat guy yell from his table. Lily smiled to herself. In trying to please her boyfriend, she was discovering desires and fantasies of her own she had never even suspected were there. She had gotten on that stage expecting to have a bit of fun by dancing and teasing the guys by showing a little bit of skin. Instead, she had wound up taking everything off, putting her tits, cunt and asshole on full display, and turning every grown man in the club into one of those kids at the beach, and Charlie into the horniest of strip club cheerleaders. She had never felt so sexy and powerful, but she still wanted to go even further.
She knew the song was almost over so she headed back to the center of the stage and presented her lovely ass once more to the people in the middle. She stood above the men shouting dirty things at her while she got down on all fours, hovering her lovely ass right in front of them. Before you know it you'll be on your knees
"OH YEAH, SHAKE THAT BOOTY!"
"WORK IT, HONEY, YEAH!"
She opened her legs for them, and spread them wide. She was so wet and everyone could see it. The men cheered her on loudly as she looked back over her shoulder at them, lust in their eyes, transfixed on her cunt and her asshole, and she blew them a kiss.
Lily chuckled at how fitting her Dad's lyrics had turned out to be while she wiggled her wet, pink cunt for their amusement. But she knew the song well enough to know it was time for the grand finale, so the cute little brunette turned around and sat on the cold stage floor with her legs spread wide open. Charlie looked like he was about to lose his mind, and the horny actress bit her lip, imagining how good he was going to fuck her that night. Resting her back on the pole, she used two fingers to spread her cunt lips for all to see, and her eyes found Charlie's in the background before she began to tease her little clit with her middle digit. The men watching were loving the show, they could not take their eyes off of the cute stripper's wet little pussy and, as the last chorus began to fade out from the speakers, Lily finally dipped a finger inside herself.
The song ended, and for a brief moment, everyone watched in awe and silence as the petite brunette fingered herself on stage. No one moved or uttered a word. The sensuality of the moment was incredible. A deep, imposing silence had taken over the whole club, and all that could be heard was Lily's hard breathing and the wet sounds of her fingers going in and out of her pussy. Lily pulled her fingers out, licked them clean for everyone to see and suddenly, from the back of the bar, the sound of glass shattering seemed to announce the end of her performance.
The spell was broken. Lily closed her legs and looked at everyone around her. She had triumphed. If that had been a stage play she would've gotten a standing ovation. But the men were already standing, wooing, whistling and cheering as she bashfully picked up her jacket, the only piece of clothing that still remained on stage, and scurried away behind the curtains.---
She heard the DJ introduce another girl and then a Beyonce song begin playing as she started to put her jacket back on. The thing was wet, soaked in beer. "Fuck!" she cursed out loud, realizing that it had been a terrible idea to be so careless with her clothes on stage. Luckily for her, the dressing room was just a few feet away.
"Uh, hi, sorry to bother you," she said after peeking her head into the small room where the black stripper she had seen dancing at the beginning of the night was sitting. She was taking off her makeup in front of a mirror with two big light bulbs screwed on each side and did not seem pleased with the interruption.
"I just did a dance and some of my clothes went missing and my jacket is soaked with beer."
"Rookie mistake," the black woman scoffed.
"Heh, yeah, I know."
"You know this isn't a full-nude club, right? I'd be worried 'bout you getting us shut down if this place wasn't such a shit-hole anyway."
"Oh... I'm sorry, I had no idea," Lily apologized and she felt her face start to blush as she thought about how far she had taken things on stage. It already felt like that had been a completely different person. "So... uh, I was wondering if there's any way that you could like, let me borrow something to wear? I'll wash it and bring it back tomorrow, I promise."
"Bitch, I don't know you. I ain't giving you my clothes."
"Alright, I'll buy them from you, okay? Anything you can give me, just name your price."
"Yeah? What you gon' pay me with? You gon' pull a wallet out yo' pussy?"
"Oh... right," the cute brunette said, looking down at herself. "Well, my boyfriend has money, he could--"
The stripper stood up and grabbed her bag. "Bitch, stop wasting my time." Then she walked out of the room.
Lily sighed and stepped inside, hoping to find something, anything, to wear before someone else came in. The place was full of wigs, shoes and other accessories like furry boas and nipple clamps, but no clothes to cover herself with. She didn't have a phone to call Charlie, and the club was pretty much full by the time she had finished dancing. She couldn't just go out there wearing nothing, doing that on stage was one thing, but just walking around like that... no, not even the real strippers did that. She was trying to figure out what the hell she was gonna do when she discovered a small rack at the end of the room. On it, she found a naughty nurse outfit that was clearly meant for someone much, much bigger than her, and a white and silver sequin jumpsuit that had obviously seen better days. She started inspecting the latter. If not exactly her size, it did look like it might fit her, but upon further inspection Lily discovered a couple of yellowish stains on the inside of unknown origin. "Yuck!" she exclaimed, dropping it right away. Luckily, there was a third outfit hanging there that seemed to be about her size. The first thing she did was smell it and inspect it for any more disgusting stains. It was clean, and she let out a sigh of relief as she got it off the hanger and held it up to see what she was going to have to deal with. "Oh boy..." she said to herself upon realizing her last option had turned out to be a crotchless body stocking made out of black lace.
After slipping into the tiny outfit and looking at herself in the mirror, another sigh, this time of resignation, left her lips. The top was cut so low that her small breast popped out at the first sudden movement, but even when she pulled the top up to cover them, the fabric was so scandalously sheer that the two little pink nubs were obvious anyway.'I guess I should be thankful it fits. Well, kinda...'
Next to the rack was a plastic shelf unit with several pairs of shoes. She debated what would be more disgusting, putting on a pair of used heels, or walking out there barefoot to step on the filth left on the floor by who knew how many patrons. The choice was clear, and after stepping into a pair of black heels she tied her hair into a little bun; there was still something missing. She started going through the little drawers until she found a little black bag with makeup inside. 'It's like getting dressed up for Halloween,'
she thought, applying the whorish red shade of lipstick to her lips. She examined herself in the mirror, now she really looked the part. 'I just know he's going to love this.'
She imagined the expression on Charlie's face once he saw her dressed like that and she got more than a little excited.
Despite all, the body stocking fit well. The soft, stretchy material clung nicely to her figure, leaving her arms and back exposed and showing off her modest curves, with thigh-high stockings that connected to bow-trimmed straps completing the look.
"Well, Lily, you make a very cute prostitute," she joked to her reflection. She had calmed down a bit now, her mind finally returning after having lost it on stage. The things she had done up there now seemed like they were another person's actions and going back out there again, even if it was just to get her boyfriend and leave, suddenly seemed like a daunting task. She had a moment of introspection while she tried to figure out what to do. This road trip had become something completely different than she was expecting it to be. A few days ago she had never even considered the tamest of public displays, but since then, more men had seen her naked in the span of three days than in the rest of her life.
That idea suddenly clung to her thoughts. So many men had seen her not only naked, but playing with herself too... The buzz she'd gotten from it far exceeded anything she had ever imagined. The petite actress had to admit that she'd loved flaunting herself to see the lust in their eyes. It made her feel a sort of wicked power as she began to imagine them becoming erect simply from looking at her. She closed her eyes and her hand went down between her legs as she thought of what it had felt like to know that an entire club full of people had imagined fucking her while she was on stage. She was so wet, and her fingers slipped into her pussy so easily...
Teasing her clit with little circles, she started to realize that the whole public exhibition thing, the flaunting of her body to groups of strangers was playing to some deeply buried need she had. She was getting such a kick from seeing the men staring at her, ogling her up and down and seemingly fucking with her eyes. There must have been something dormant in her that Charlie had started to release when he convinced her to give him that blowjob on the road. Those dark desires were exploding into full maturity now that she was pushing herself more and more. She moaned as she dug two fingers deep inside, burning with the desire to do more, to take that adventure further, but at the same time, she was beginning to worry that it was all a Pandora's box she wouldn't be able to close later. And still her fingers kept moving, curling inside herself as the thrill of pushing boundaries, of disregarding taboos, inundated her mind. She wanted to become the exact opposite of boring, the word that made her cringe every single time she had heard it used to describe herself. Adventurous and spontaneous, she wanted to be those things that were out of the ordinary. It still worried her a little to where it all might lead, and how she was going to gather the courage to discuss it with Charlie, but--
"Charlie..." she said very softly. Suddenly, the look on her boyfriend's face when he saw her on that stage shot back to her mind, and nothing else seemed to matter but the image seared into her brain and her fingers buried deep inside her dripping cunt. She could not wait to see that expression again once he saw her in that outfit. She was about to make herself cum just thinking about it.
Then she heard a noise outside the door, and it startled her enough to bring her back to her senses. "Lily, what the hell is happening to you?" she said to herself as she slipped into the extra small cheeky panties that came with the outfit. The front barely held high enough above her pussy to cover the little patch of trimmed pubic hair, and the fact that they were also see-through meant that they didn't do much in terms of hiding her slit either. When Lily turned to see her butt in the mirror, she realized the elastic stopped almost midway up her bottom. The top of her ass crack peaked out, and the eyes could easily follow it down to her pussy through the sheer fabric.'Here goes nothing...'
And so, Lily began making her way back to Charlie dressed like a whore. The lacy material was comfortable and felt good on her skin as she made her way to the front of the club where Charlie had been sitting, and she started turning heads the moment she got back to the main area. The one problem she had not anticipated was how small the lace panties were. About halfway between the dressing room and the stage she started feeling the crotch shift, and one of her pussy lips suddenly slipped out from behind the lacey patch of cloth.
A pale man in a blue tracksuit stared as she pulled the tiny wedge of black lace back into place. "That's just too damn small, sweetie." Lily gave him an awkward smile and started walking again. She gasped and stopped for a fraction of a second when the man spanked her left butt cheek, and her first instinct was to turn and curse something at him, but she stopped herself, realizing that would only cause her more problems, and continued on her way.
The club was pretty full now, and she guessed that there must have been almost a hundred people there. It wasn't easy making her way through packed tables of leering horny guys. With every step she could feel how perilously close her pussy lips were to popping out again, and the constant, overwhelming sensation of all those eyes focused on her. The patrons kept trying to get her attention, and some of them even tried to grab her, but Lily kept slipping away, saying "sorry" and "excuse me" as she politely ignored them.
"Look at the fucking legs on her."
"She looks tight as fuck, bro."
"She has the pinkest little pussy!."
"I'd love to tap that."
"I would wreck her little holes."
"Mmm, that ass is fucking yummy!"
Her plan was to go straight back to Charlie and leave, but his table was empty and he was nowhere to be found. "Excuse me, you know where the guy that was sitting here went?" she asked the waitress who was wiping it down.
"Hmm, I think I saw him talking to the owner. They might be somewhere around here. But hey, if you're looking for good tips, that fat guy over there with the thick mustache is loaded."
"What? Oh! Oh no... I'm not--"
The waitress had already gone to clean another table, and Lily was left standing there alone, hands on her hips, asking herself where the hell her boyfriend could be. She knew that he wouldn't just leave her alone in a place like that. No, Charlie would never put her at risk, he wasn't that kind of guy. 'I did take a bit long back there. He must have gone looking for me.'
Lily tried to see if she could locate him in the crowd, but all she could see around her were strangers devouring her tight little body with their hungry eyes. Standing there alone and trying to keep her pussy from slipping out of those dangerously undersized panties, she felt completely exposed and vulnerable. It only got worse when two young guys took the chairs she and Charlie had been occupying before, startling her in the process.
"Hey, honey, wanna sit with us?"
"Uh... no, thank you. I'm... looking for someone."
"Really? Well that's a shame 'cus my friend and me, we'd love to have some fun with you tonight." He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close while his buddy playfully spanked each one of her ass cheeks.
"I--I'm sorry, I need to go," she said, quickly slipping from their grasp.
Then she made her way to the bar, getting her ass grabbed more times than she could count along the way. Every guy there seemed to think he had a right to spank, squeeze or even pinch her butt, and it kept happening again and again and again. It was so uncomfortable, and especially knowing there was nothing she could do about it. After all, they had all just seen her shaking her ass completely naked, and now she was walking around dressed like a whore, it wasn't their fault that they were confusing her for a real one.
She was all flustered and tense by the time she got to ask the bartender if he had seen Charlie. Never in her life had she heard so many vulgar comments about her tits and ass, let alone so many in such a short span of time; it was like the real life version of the comments under one of her Instagram posts and she couldn't wait to find her boyfriend and leave. But the bartender didn't know where Charlie was either, so Lily ordered a drink to calm her nerves. Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, she waited next to one of the beer fridges at the far end of the bar, where the lights were not so bright and she was mostly out of the way from the staff and patrons alike. After a few sips from her glass she started feeling a bit less anxious once again. Charlie would turn out eventually, she was sure of it.
She walked out of her hiding spot to get another drink, and as she waited for the bartender to make her a cocktail, her stiff posture slowly gave way to a more relaxed stance, and soon enough, the petite actress was leaning on the counter, looking delicious with her back slightly arched and her pale little bubble butt pushed out for everyone to admire.
"Jesus, she's fucking stunning! What the fuck is she doing working here?" she heard someone saying behind her. She found the comment to be sweet, especially in comparison with all of the other dirty things she'd been hearing, and whether it was a conscious decision or not, she bent over the bar a little bit more, rewarding the man who had just praised her with a nice view of the black lace strip being swallowed by her soft and meaty ass cheeks.
Then, from the corner of her eye, she caught another person watching her. A barrel-chested man in his late 40’s with a fuzzy black beard, a red trucker hat and piercing black eyes. The beer bottle in his big, hairy hand looked tiny as he picked it up and drank from it while still staring at her, fascinated. There was something inexplicably captivating about the man and, without really understanding why, she started to get flustered again just by knowing he was staring. Unable to hold his powerful gaze, she looked away and took another sip from her glass, when she turned back he was still looking straight at her, and there was something so ferocious about him that she could not resist; she had to look away again. Then she caught herself wishing that corpulent man would come over and treat her like the other men had. She imagined herself sitting on his lap, feeling his bushy beard on her neck...
Suddenly she was all hot and bothered, pressing the cold, ice-filled glass against her bare chest to cool off. 'Where the hell is Charlie?'
she started thinking again. Those wild thoughts had scared her, and she got impatient again. She needed him there to ground her, to keep her from doing something really, really stupid. The sharp sound of one of the bar chairs being dragged over a short distance surprised her, and a familiar slurring that said, "Hey... has anyone ever told you that you're way too pretty to be a stripper?" The actress looked behind her and immediately recognized the blonde drunk guy from the stage, sitting right behind her. He had positioned himself so close that upon turning to face him, she found herself trapped between him sitting on the high chair and the bar to her back.
"Oh, uh... hi again," she said nervously.
"You did a great job up there, everyone was going crazy for you."
"...Thanks," she replied uncomfortably.
"My name's Harper, by the way," he said, politely offering his hand. There was still a strong smell of alcohol all over him, but he seemed to be a lot less drunk than before. Despite the obvious risk, a whole lifetime of social conditioning prompted the famous actress to shake his hand. "I'm Lily," she said, now regretting having given the DJ her real name to announce.
"Hey, I'm sorry if I scared you up there, I got a little bit too excited."
"Oh it's fine, don't worry about it," she told him, her eyes still looking around the club for her boyfriend.
"But we made a pretty good team, don't you think?"
(continued in the next post)