by Bridy McAvoy
“Another… another… another one off…”
Susie turned and stood at the front edge of the stage glaring out past the lights but, as the slow hand clap and chant continued, she smiled, shrugged and started dancing again. The slip was slowly pushed and rolled down over her hips and to the floor. As she stepped out of it, another huge cheer split the room. Only one layer covered her lower half over her final underwear, and this was so thin as to be almost transparent. She maintained the tempo of her dance and slowly, teasingly, pushed this one halfway down her buttocks, too. She turned back to face the audience and, with a flourish, pushed it all the way off and danced clear of the flimsy piece of lace lying on the floor.
She stood there for a few seconds again, still as a statue, only her heaving chest betraying her need for air after the exertions of the last few minutes dancing. The men now stood at the front edge of the stage whistling and clapping as she stood there clad only in her bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. She was already a tall girl, of course, and the three inch spike stilettos added to her height. Bill moved to stand next to her and stopped clapping to raise the microphone to his lips. Suddenly the audience realized the music hadn’t stopped,
“Well, Susie. That was quite a show, wasn’t it?”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it but I’m not going any further, thank you very much.” Her hips were swaying to the beat, half giving the lie to the statement.
“Your audience was very appreciative, weren’t they?”
“Yes, and I liked that, but no more.”
“I’m sure they would appreciate you continuing further, wouldn’t you, guys?”
There was a roar from the audience and a huge round of applause.
“I’m not showing them my bits and pieces!”
“Well, maybe I can help?”
“How?”
“Well, how about if I use my hands to cover your breasts for you while you unclip your bra.”
“Maybe… but what happens then?”
“You bring your hands forward and cover your boobs while I take the bra away. That way they never see anything. Right?”
She sucked in her cheeks and looked at him, all the time her hips were still dipping and circling. Her eyes sparkled and everybody in the room could sense she was actually enjoying herself immensely.
“Well… okay.”
Bill placed the microphone on the stage and moved round to stand behind her. His hands came around her, spreading out in a fan in front of her breasts, but not touching. She looked down at the hands and was obviously unhappy because she then brought her own hands up to grab Bill’s and clasp his fingers together and then back onto her bra-clad breasts. A series of cat whistles now echoed round the room as she took both of her hands back behind her and suddenly the side straps of the bra were dangling limply to the sides.
Susie now brought her hands back around in front and pushed them up inside the bra and took a deep breath. Bill immediately took his hands, still holding her bra, away and she was topless, even though her breasts were still obscured by her hands. He dropped the bra and picked up the microphone as Susie continued to dance to the beat of the clapping, in time to the music of the audience.
“Okay, young lady. There is only one important item to remove but how are you going to do that?”
“I’m not taking my knickers off. I’d have to show my boobs to do that.”
“Well, you could turn round with your back to them.
“No way, then they’d see my bum!”
“I’ll do it for you then.”
The men began to clap and the chant began again, for the final time.
“Off… off… off…”
She stood there with her hips swaying, still clutching her hands to her breasts to conceal them, as Bill put the microphone down once again and moved to stand behind her. He reached down to her waist and took the sides of the panties in his hands. The chant died off and Bill suddenly began a new one.
“Five… four…” the audience took it up full-throated and Susie smiled out through the lights.
“Three… two… one…”
Susie took a deep breath and, as Bill yelled “Off”, let go of her breasts and threw her arms up in the air. At exactly that moment he pulled the Velcro tabs that held the sides of the knickers together and the garment parted and fell away between Susie’s slightly-spread legs. The tall toned blonde was now naked in front of a room containing about twenty-five men, as far as she could tell anyway, for the first time in her life. The thrill she felt far surpassed any previously encountered under Phil’s command and she instantly flashed into the hardest orgasm of her life.
As she screamed out her passion and the audience clapped and cheered a virtuoso performance, her legs would have collapsed if Bill’s hands hadn’t been around her waist. He led the shaky blonde to the side of the stage and handed her over to Lizzie waiting there. He then went back on stage and retrieved Susie’s clothes and the microphone and announced a five minute pause whilst the next act was set up and suggested everybody took the chance to help themselves to another drink.
Chapter 59
Whilst the audience were milling around the bar and taking comfort breaks, Carrie was now ready for the next part of the show.
Two of the former club bouncers now wheeled a large prop onto the back of the stage. Those in the audience bothering to watch, realized it was the bonnet and wheels of a car complete with the number plate ‘695 SEXY’. Instantly several of them twigged the 69 SEXY derivative and whistled their approval. The rear end of the car was not attached—they couldn’t have got a complete car into the club, anyway—and the bulkhead attached dropped into two slots in the back edge of the stage, firmly holding it in place. Phil recognized it as a prop for an act which had ceased to perform at the club over a year ago and had forgotten it existed.
The front end of the car still functioned electronically and the car’s headlights and flashing hazard lights were switched on. The rest of the stage lights were turned off except for a few of the floor lights which provided an eerie, night time illumination. Just behind the bulkhead at the back of the prop car, one of the guys turned on a combination of blues and reds flashing, a police lighting system, and instantly the stage had been converted into what looked like the front end of a car that had been pulled over by the police.
Bill reappeared with the microphone, still doing the MC’s job.
“Gentlemen, please give a rousing welcome to our other bridesmaid who was late for the wedding and has now been pulled over by the nice policeman. Gentlemen, here’s Carrie!”
During the applause Carrie walked onto the stage next to the fake car with her hands clasped behind her back and stood there looking innocent. She moved one foot around in circles in front of her just like a young lady caught out doing something she shouldn’t. Suddenly one of the club bouncers appeared from the other side of the car. He was huge and towered over the tall Carrie, even though she was wearing three inch heels. He was also wearing a close approximation to a police uniform.
“Well, young lady, what have you to say for yourself?”
“Officer, I’m sorry. I know I was going too fast.”
“That you were, that you were.”
The man contrived to look menacing and friendly all at the same time.
“Well, you see, I’m a bridesmaid at a wedding this evening and I was late so I tried to go faster to make up for lost time.”
He looked her up and down slowly, suggestively.
“Well, you certainly are dressed as a bridesmaid but that dress could cover a lot of things. Some interesting things, I think. Show me your license.”
“I’m sorry, officer, but I think I left it at home this morning.”
“That’s an offense, too, young lady.”
“Please… let me go… I can’t be late for my best friend’s wedding.”
“I’m sorry, young lady, but with no ID I have to follow procedures and search the car and you for cont
raband. You could just as easily be carrying drugs or something.”
“I assure you, officer, that I’m not doing anything of the kind.”
“Nope, I’ll have to search you.”
“Please…”
“Move over here, please, and stand to face your car. Spread your legs. Good girl, let’s get this over with. Lean forward and place your hands on the bonnet. Spread those apart as well.”
Carrie was now leaning on the car in a spread-eagled position in between the two bright beams of the headlights. A single spotlight came on, trained on her from above, and she was a vision of slim loveliness in the pink strapless dress, totally at the mercy of the large policeman. You could have heard a pin drop in the club as all the men present leaned forward, knowing that they about to get a very special show.
The fake policeman began to pat the sides of Carrie’s body starting at her exposed shoulders and slowly working out along the tops of her arms and then back in along the underside. When he reached her armpits, still only touching flesh that obviously concealed nothing, she jumped.
“That tickles!”
“Be quiet!”
He now continued to pat down the sides of her body until he reached her hips. These quickly began a slow dip and circle motion to demonstrate her growing excitement at the man-handling he was carrying out. The patting now continued down the outside of her legs until he was squatting down behind her with his hands on her ankles. He stood up in feigned exasperation.
“Just how many layers are you wearing, young lady? I can’t search you in that many.”
“Several, officer. As I said, I’m a bridesmaid.”
She smiled winsomely back at him over her shoulder.
“Stand up. Keep your feet apart.”
She did so, smiling at him over her shoulder again. He reached in and yanked the zip on the dress all the way down in a single movement.
“What do you think you are doing, officer?”
“Searching you. I can’t do that with this many layers. Now take it off before I cuff you.”
The smile faded from Carrie’s face and she bit her lip as she complied. She wasn’t quite as good an actress as Susie but she wasn’t bad. The audience roared their approval as the dress hit the floor and he pushed her back into the spread-eagled position once more. At his urging, she lifted her feet one at a time so he could remove the dress from around them and stood there, hands on hips, looking at the layers of slips she wore.
This next phase had been long drawn out with Susie, but not so for Carrie. One by one he reached to her waist and, without a word, pulled them savagely down to her ankles. Again she lifted one foot after the other and stepped out of the tangled mass of lace. The removal of the final half-slip had pulled her panties down a couple of inches on one hip and they now hung askew.
He began to pat her on her inside legs, starting at her ankles and working up. By the time he had passed her knees, he was more stroking than patting, with each up stroke going a couple of inches higher. Finally, he reached the top of her legs, the crotch of her panties and, as his fingers touched that most sensitive spot, she let out a loud passionate groan. His hands now roamed over the cheeks of her ass and the audience could see she was pushing it into his hands to intensify the pressure. Suddenly he reached forward and they could see he was now running his hands over her bare stomach and, moving upward, cupped her small breasts. Another groan burst from her lips. Suddenly one of his hands flashed around to the middle of her back and, a split second later, her bra strap parted as he undid the catch and the bra fell into his other hand. He tossed it to the stage and reached back with both hands to cup and maul her breasts.
Suddenly, the finale of the strip was at hand as his hands retreated to her waist and, just as savagely as before, ripped the panties in half at the Velcro junctions. She remained standing there as he thrust his fingers up at her slit and rudely penetrated her with two fingers, burying them to the hilt. She immediately spasmed into a powerful orgasm and he relentlessly continued plundering the riches of her naked body.
His free hand reached out to her shoulder, pulled her upright and literally frog-marched her round in a half circle to face her public, still keeping two fingers buried and moving inside her throbbing slit. As her breasts and small patch of dark pubic hair came into sight, the crowd cheered. The overall stimulation was way too much for her and she collapsed onto his hand with a further, and yet more powerful, orgasm.
Bill reappeared with the microphone again and waved for the applause to subside.
“Gentlemen, there will now be a ten minute interval before the dance begins.”
Chapter 60
A few minutes later, the half car having been removed from the stage, Lizzie led a now dressed Susie and Carrie out onto the stage to thunderous applause. They took up positions spaced equally along the front of the stage and waited for the music to begin. When it did so it was much slower than the earlier heavy beat songs that had been playing, and the two bridesmaids began to gently swat from side to side. Lizzie, however, extended both hands out in Phil’s direction and invited him to join her on the stage. When he did so she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her body into him and began to slow dance with her fiancé. Phil’s hands automatically went around her waist and then sank lower onto the cheeks of her ass to applause from the audience. Andy stepped onto the stage and swept Susie into his arms and began to slow dance with her, too. His hands immediately gripped and started to maul her buns and she wrapped her arms around his neck, beginning to kiss him passionately.
A few seconds later Bill joined them on stage and began a repeat performance with Carrie. After a minute or so Phil stepped back from Lizzie, whom he couldn’t kiss because her veils were still down, and when he tried to lift them she gently stopped him and mouthed Later. Andy let go of Susie and tapped Phil on the shoulder and expertly cut in to dance with Lizzie. She smiled as he twirled her away. Bill crossed the floor to Susie leaving a slightly bemused Phil to take Carrie into his arms.
Bill didn’t immediately start dancing with Susie. Instead he plucked the microphone from where it had been tucked into the back of his waistband and held it up.
“Gentlemen, this is Phil’s toyshop dance. We all get to dance with Phil’s toys. But Phil is the only one who is allowed to unwrap them. He cannot un-wrap his favorite toy until he has unwrapped the others. This is an Excuse Me dance but leave the girls a little space. After all, we should all have the chance to play with these big boys’ toys!”
Carrie was looking Phil straight in the eye as his brain finally understood Bill’s little speech and she smiled at him, winking broadly.
He pulled her into his arms and began to dance as he kissed her. She broke the kiss after a few seconds and mouthed the zip to him. Without conscious thought, he brought his hands up behind her back to the zip that ran down to her buttocks and slowly pulled it down to a round of applause from the small group of men now surrounding him. The dress was still fastened by the hook and eye at the top and he felt a hand on his shoulder as Andy adroitly swapped partners, and Phil found Susie was in his arms, looking at him with those devastating eyes, and quite obviously expecting the same treatment.
Phil obliged and slowly pulled the zip down to her waist at the back and, before he could go any further, another man from the audience was cutting in and Phil looked around to find yet another guy was waltzing his fiancée near to him and he cut in to sweep Lizzie into his own arms. She beamed up at him and he realized that, although Lizzie had planned this a particular way, she had done so entirely for him. Her eyes sparkled through the veils and, at that moment, another man cut in and he was left standing at the edge of the stage for a few moments. As the girls constantly changed partners he could see clearly, in the case of Susie and Carrie, less so in Lizzie’s case due to the veils, that the three girls were enjoying themselves and finally Susie was brought, or did she steer herself, back into range for him to cut in again.
As he spu
n her around, he held his face back from hers, thereby refusing the kiss, and she raised an eyebrow at him in interrogation.
“Are you sure you and Carrie want to go through with this? This is only going to end up one way from here.”
The twinkle in her eye seemed to dance and she giggled at him for a moment.
“Don’t be silly, we’ve all known where this was going ever since last Sunday. We’re here because we want to be. Lizzie’s so ready she’ll burst if she doesn’t get hers tonight. We’re not much better. Now, for Christ’s sake, kiss me and take my dress off.”
He leaned in to kiss her smiling open mouth and she locked her lips to his, beginning to probe his mouth with her agile tongue. His hands moved up the naked expanse of her back and she shivered at his touch, knowing that any moment he would release the catch on the dress and she would be exposing at least part of herself to all these men once again tonight. This time, though, they were closer, and close enough to be in touching distance. She shivered again as she felt his hands release the catch causing the dress to fall away in a large Vee at the back. The front was still trapped between their closely pressed bodies and she slowly allowed herself to be unglued from him to allow the dress to fall.
There was a gasp form the onlookers as the dress hit the floor. Earlier she had been wearing four layers of underskirt under the dress but now she was only wearing one, the shortest, thinnest, most transparent one. Obviously this disrobing could happen a lot faster than the deliberate slow tease earlier.
The hand on his shoulder was as expected as it was unwelcome for, at that moment, Phil would cheerfully have stripped Susie naked and screwed her in the middle of the crowd but he knew that was not the way this was meant to unfold and that, at least initially, she was not for him. As he turned, someone almost thrust Carrie into his arms and she wrapped her arms around his neck and began to kiss him hungrily, keeping her eyes open and locked on his, stars twinkling in their heady depths. He reached for the hook and eye at the middle of her back and felt her relax into his arms as it came undone and she held her body away to allow it to fall.
