by Bridy McAvoy
“How about it, sir, would you like your girlfriend to dance for us tonight?”
Ben laughed nervously and Kayla saw him mouth the word ‘wife’ at the man with the microphone.
“Wife, you say. Wow, we don’t get many of them in here, do we, boys?”
The audience erupted with laughter.
“How long you two’s been married, then?”
Kayla was frantically trying to attract Ben’s attention but he continued to react to Louie.
She saw him mouth a week and hung her head—she could see how this was going to play out, even if Ben couldn’t.
“A week? You guys been married a week? Patsie, why didn’t you tell me we had a couple of honeymooners in here? Patsie? Where the hell are you, girl?”
“I’m here, boss.”
“Get one of the girls to bring the gentleman a whiskey on me, and you bring the little lady up here so we can all congratulate the bride.”
The blonde waitress materialised at her side and grasped Kayla’s hand in a strong grip. Meanwhile, another waitress appeared next to Ben, carrying a tray with a large tumbler of whiskey over ice on it. Before Patsy could tug her toward the stage, Kayla grabbed the glass and downed half its contents in one gulp. The men at the tables nearest roared their appreciation as the fiery spirit burned her throat and settled toward her stomach which lit with a warm glow.
A minute later she found herself standing, blushing, next to Louie.
“What’s your name, girl?”
“Kayla.”
“That’s a purty name for a purty girl.”
The crowd were lapping it up.
“So, are you going to be a good sport and take part in our little competition?”
Kayla shook her head and the audience began to clap and chant again. After a minute of letting the noise wash over her, she glanced over to Ben who simply smiled at her. When she nodded the noise reached another level.
“Competition starts in five minutes. Get your orders in now, we don’t serve any beer while the girls are dancing. Don’t want no distractions from what’s on display, now do we?”
Louie led the six women to the back of the stage, through the curtain into a small box room and, as he put the microphone down, he was all business.
“Right, girls, you all know the rules, except for Kayla here, so I’ll repeat them for her sake. Okay?”
They all nodded. Kayla noticed the other five looked bored, so she guessed they were all regulars at a frequent event.
“Three minutes on stage—you’re on your own on there, no one joins you on stage and you don’t leave the stage. Nor do your clothes. Panties stay on and your couchie stays covered, otherwise anything goes. Any questions?”
Kayla couldn’t think of anything to ask.
“Now, as we have a new girl, she’ll go number five. Chrissie, you’ll dance last, the rest of you sort it out among yourselves. First girl up in one minute. You’ll all have the same music, so you know what to do. Kayla, you’ll be fine. Just give them a show, that’s all. Don’t freeze though, that doesn’t go down well. Questions?”
Again there weren’t any, and Louie nodded and picked up the microphone. Without discussing it with the others, a brunette moved to stand next to him, just behind the curtain. Louie stepped through and Kayla could hear him clearly.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I give you…Stacie!”
The brunette stepped through the curtain as the music started. Kayla couldn’t quite recognise the track, but it had a heavy driving beat to it which she guessed was perfect for stripping to. She could hear the crowd clap along and, about a minute later, roar their approval, so Kayla assumed she’d just removed her dress. About thirty seconds later there was another roar, and she again assumed the brunette had now bared her breasts to the wildly appreciative audience who continued to make a huge amount of noise until the track ended.
A moment later Stacie appeared through the curtain, clutching her sundress in one hand with her bra dangling from the fingers of her other hand.
“They’re in the mood tonight, girls.”
She looked straight at Kayla and winked.
“You’ll do fine, girl.”
Louie pushed through the curtain and jerked his head at one of the other girls who stepped forward, pushing roughly past Kayla in the process. Stacie bent down to pull her dress into place, and Louie smacked the proffered rump in what was clearly a semi-rehearsed move between the two of them.
“Ow!”
Louie chuckled then stepped back through the curtain as Kayla realised Stacie hadn’t replaced her bra.
“Please give it up and a big warm welcome for Adele!”
The blonde vanished onto the stage as the music began again and Kayla drew a deep breath. All too soon Adele reappeared through the curtain and the next girl went on stage. When she appeared, again sans clothes, this time carrying a blouse and jeans rather than a dress, Kayla realised the other girls were much better prepared than she was. Their underwear was more like bikini bottoms than her own almost transparent lace panties. They could remain covered on stage and she was going to be on show, by comparison at least. Her breathing deepened as she started to panic just as the fourth girl went on stage—in three minutes’ time she was up, and there was nothing she could do to stop it now, not without inciting a riot.
By the time the music and applause stopped and Louie was beckoning to her, she was trembling.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together and give a big warm Blue Swan welcome to a first time debutante here…Please give it up for our very own honeymooner…Kayla!”
His hand snaked back through the curtain, and grabbed her wrist, pulling her forward onto the stage as the heavy rock track began once more. She saw immediately the lighting had changed. The stage was brightly lit but she couldn’t see much beyond it—the room lights were much dimmer than they had been before she went backstage.
She looked over to the table to see Ben’s face and almost panicked when she saw the table was empty. A flash of movement caught her eye and she realised he’d moved close to the stage and was waving at her.
Knowing she had to dance, she started to strut a little, moving her hips in a roll with the beat of the music, walking the half dozen or so paces to the middle of the stage. The men began to clap to the music and shout out comments to her as well. The lights made it hard to make out faces beyond the first ring but that helped her a little—she could almost blot those out of her mind as she began to shake the top half of her body in counterpoint to her grinding hips as she moved in a full circle, then completed another half turn to face away from the men thronging the front edge of the stage. She dropped her hands down to her hips and started gathering the thin blue dress in her hands, exposing more and more of her legs. Kayla didn’t need the blast of cold air on her naked thighs to tell her she was showing the tops of her stockings to the audience—that was obvious from the roar of approval from every male throat in the room. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled, getting into it, and knowing she needed to up the ante if she was going to win. She dropped the skirt back into place to a chorus of disappointment which changed again once she reached to the back of her neck and started drawing the zip on the dress down.
Kayla could feel herself responding now, her skin felt flushed and hot and her breathing quickened until she was almost gasping and panting as she turned to face her audience once more. She brushed the spaghetti straps off her shoulders to allow the dress to fall to her waist exposing her bra, but the dress snagged on her extended nipples which shocked her when she realised just how turned on she had become.
“Let’s see those titties, honey.”
Suddenly the audience took up the chant.
“Tits!… Tits!… Tits!”
Kayla took a deep breath and pushed the dress down to fall around her waist, exposing her very thin, very transparent bra, which contained, but made a poor job of covering, her breasts. Knowing they were exposed now, sh
e reached for the clip between her breasts and flicked the two halves apart. The lace went slack and she continued to dance as she closed her eyes and flung her arms out wide to allow the bra to drop down behind her.
She was now dancing topless, with just the doubled layer of her dress preventing the men seeing her most private parts, given the way moisture was leaking into her already thin panties which would turn then see-through.
Kayla knew the music would stop very soon and she needed to lose the dress. She drew a ragged breath, moved her hands to her hips and pushed the dress down, standing still as it slithered down her tightly clamped legs. The audience went wild as the rock track stilled.
Kayla couldn’t believe she was standing on the stage in just a pair of panties with everyone staring at her naked breasts and nearly exposed pussy. More shocking still, was the state she was in herself. If Ben had jumped up on stage then, she’d have grabbed him, kissed him and come in his arms in a second, then probably jumped his bones right there. The feeling was electric, running through her veins with the strength of the precursors to an orgasm.
She quickly bent, picked up her dress and bra and scampered for the back of the stage. She deftly avoided Louie’s attempt at either a quick feel or a swat on her backside and hurried into her clothes as Louie stepped through to introduce Chrissie to the audience.
The rest of the evening was something of an anti-climax, although she had hugged Ben close, and stroked his erection after the outcome of the contest had been announced. She hadn’t won—as she’d predicted to herself, Chrissie, the girl Louie had held back till last had won, with Stacie coming second and her third. Ben had explained the other girls had done rather more on stage than she had, with two of them masturbating with their hands down their knickers, which Kayla not only hadn’t thought about, but wouldn’t have considered either. Louie’s comment about anything goes was rather more literal than she’d taken it to be. Several of the guys tried to hit on her, despite Ben sitting next to her, but Patsie ran interference for them in a practiced manner, although that earned the blonde waitress a few gropes on the backside which she just took in her stride. About twenty minutes later the taxi driver appeared next to the bar. Ben waved at him and the pair of them managed to leave the bar in one piece.
As soon as they arrived back at the hotel, Kayla dragged Ben straight up to their room and she remembered they’d made love for hours, in what turned out to be their most passionate night of the honeymoon.
Chapter 2
Kayla snapped out of her reverie, aware of the half smile on her face as she remembered that night, to find the other three staring at her.
“What?… Oh never mind.”
She realised she’d been lost in her daydream for several seconds, if not longer. Remembering what had pushed her into the daydream, she rounded on her husband.
“Ben, you rag-eared bastard! You promised not to tell anyone about that, ever!”
He held his hands up, but knew better than to interrupt as she continued her tirade.
“You made a promise, you little shit! I have every mind to make you sleep on the couch for a week or, better yet, in the garage!”
She paused to draw breath and took in the shocked look on the faces of their friends. She sighed and shook her head.
“Sorry, shouldn’t vent like that in front of other people, especially not in their home. Sorry.”
Kayla glared at Ben, painting the ‘wait till I get you home’ face on her normally serene countenance.
Teri patted her hand again.
“I’m sorry, Kayla, we didn’t know it was a secret. Ben was proud of you, you know—he told Chris and Chris mentioned it to me this morning, which is what made us think you’d be interested.”
“Well, I’m not.”
Teri smiled at her and lifted her other hand, shooing her husband into the kitchen. Chris corralled Ben with a look and Kayla thought he looked relieved to be away from her accusing stare as the two men left the two women alone.
The heavily pregnant woman rose from the table and motioned Kayla to follow her from the dining nook through to the lounge where she plopped down onto a couch with a groan.
“That’s better.”
“Are you okay, Teri?”
“I’m fine, honey, fine. Simply put, this frog here is giving me the backache to end all backaches!”
Kayla smiled.
“Honestly, I’m fine, Kayla, but I sense you’re not. I sense you’re still upset, and not just with Ben for spilling your little secret.”
“Hmm…”
“Look, honey, don’t you think we’ve all done things we’re not proud of? Don’t you think we’ve all done something we don’t like to remember but find our loved ones are proud of us doing?”
Kayla allowed her shoulders to slump. It was clear Teri intended to continue the conversation—it was equally clear Chris was desperate for a model, and she couldn’t think of anyone nearer the bottom of the pile for him to ask.
“I guess.”
“Look, honey, has Ben ever described to you how he felt that night?”
Kayla blushed.
“Well, immediately afterwards I kept him—shall we say—too busy to talk.”
Teri giggled.
“Oh yeah, I know how that one works…or plays…or whatever…”
The two giggled together.
“You know how it felt to you, but I guess you don’t know how it felt to him, what he saw, and how he reacted.”
“Somehow the conversation never came up.”
“He told Chris how you looked—no, I don’t mean the embarrassing bits but, right at the end, how you looked as you let the dress slide down, revealing your very definitely not stripper panties. How everyone could see your slit highlighted through the soaked material, the trails of juice on your legs, the way your thighs trembled. Tell me, honey, did you come on stage?”
Kayla knew her face was red hot. The way Teri was describing it was way too close to the mark. Numbly she nodded.
“Almost. Not quite, but almost.”
“I thought so. So did Ben. You know, it took all his willpower not to jump on that stage and take you straight away—he didn’t in case it sparked a riot. He thought about jumping you in the taxi, too. He’s never seen you that turned on without him close to you, before or since.”
Kayla let out a giggle.
“His thoughts mirrored mine. I almost beckoned him up but was scared there’d be a stampede and he’d get hurt. I thought about the back seat of the taxi, too.”
“He was really proud of you that night and he enjoyed the benefits afterward. He still regularly plays it back as a fantasy in his head.”
Kayla shook her head and bit her lip.
“You do, too, don’t you?”
She couldn’t hide the truth from her closest friend so she nodded.
“Thought so, and tonight, your reaction wasn’t simply one of horror at all, was it? It was also horror at the way your body reacted. I could see the way your skin flushed and, sorry, honey, your nipples gave it away too. Your pulse was racing when I put my hand on yours. Your emotions were at war, weren’t they? Part repulsed and part turned on?”
Kayla hung her head and Teri reached for her hand once more.
“Hell, honey, don’t be ashamed. I think we all of us have a little bit of exhibitionist in us.”
“You, too?”
“Duh! I married a photographer. Why do you think he took his camera along on the honeymoon? Do you want to see the album? It’s in the study.”
“Er—No thanks, not right now.”
Teri giggled at Kayla’s response and Kayla had to laugh along with her.
Chris chose that moment to reappear from the kitchen carrying a cup of coffee for Teri, with Ben trailing behind him carrying three opened beers for the rest of them. Kayla looked at her husband standing there biting his lip and patted the couch next to her in a mute suggestion of forgiveness. The look on his face almost made her laugh out lo
ud again, but she refrained, almost biting her lip again in a mirror of his expression.
“Sorry, babe.”
She patted his hand and looked at Chris.
“I’m sorry, Chris. I understand you’re desperate, but I really don’t think I can do it. Whatever my husband thinks.”
Kayla felt Ben jump at her words and gave his hand a squeeze.
“No, honey, I don’t think you set this up—I saw the look of shock on your face when Chris asked, so you’re off the hook on that one, but I don’t think I’m enough of an exhibitionist to do it. I’d just die of embarrassment before taking anything off in front of a group of strangers. After all, I’m sure Chris couldn’t let you be there too.”
“Sounds to me like you’re thinking about it, Kayla.”
She rounded on Chris.
“Don’t jump to conclusions, you, and spoil a perfectly good evening.”
Chris chuckled.
“Seriously, you do sound like that.”
He held his hand up to stop her interrupting.
“You wouldn’t be alone with strangers. After all, I’ll be there and so will Teri. I know you and Teri have been nekkid together at the gym in the changing room, so you won’t entirely be with strangers.”
“Teri might have seen me nekkid, as you say, but you haven’t.”
The way he looked at her brought the heat back to her cheeks.
“I’m a professional, honey. I wonder what nearly all women look like without their clothes.”
Kayla snorted.
“That’s because you’re a man! I’m sure Ben thinks the same way about every woman he sees, not just nearly every one. I bet he’s wondering what Teri looks like without her clothes right now! He’s had that wistful look in his eye ever since he saw that old Demi Moore magazine cover on the news again a couple of years ago.”
She glanced at her husband to see him blushing as her comments hit the mark.
Teri giggled.
“Well, if he wants to see pictures of me in the nude I’ll fetch that album I mentioned.”
