Stripper for a Day

by K. J. Ward

  “I... I guess so,” Courtney said as she blushed again slightly, almost as if she realized what she'd just done. It was so easy to get caught up in that moment, feeling sexy like that – but it was another to feel it and own it. Perhaps seeing the video would help her to do that, but either way, it felt odd. She walked over to the computer monitor, adding as she did so, “I kind of surprised myself just now... I didn't think I could do something like that, or that it would feel so... comfortable.”

  “I'm glad you enjoyed it – you're here to enjoy yourself, after all,” Tracy said with a smile as she started to play back the video the webcam had captured. Courtney was amazed by the way she looked on camera. It was almost like sexiness came naturally to her, the way she moved her body and swung her hips on camera, and how seductively she undressed. But what truly amazed her was her smile; the devilish way her lips curled up slightly, almost inviting someone in for more. That was definitely the most surprising when earlier that day she couldn't imagine doing something like this at all. As the video came to an end, Tracy grinned at her, “Now do you see why men think you're sexy? Your body is far more desirable than you give it credit for, and besides that, it really comes down to your attitude.”

  “I guess it is,” Courtney replied, silent for a moment before asking, “So, what now?”

  “Why don’t we get you dressed and then you can practice lap dances for a while? That’s more important than anything you might do on stage,” Tracy said to her as she shut down the computer. As Courtney bent to pick up her clothing, Tracy laughed and shook her head, “Oh honey, I didn’t mean getting dressed in those clothes.”

  With that, Tracy stood up and motioned for her to follow. She led her down the hallway to what looked like a dressing room of sorts, with a vanity, a locker, and a rack of various outfits to choose from, all in Courtney’s size. Tracy looked through the outfits, pulling out a black thong and a matching lacy black bra which left almost nothing to the imagination. She handed them to Courtney, who put them on and then looked in the mirror. She didn’t normally wear such sexy lingerie, but she had to admit that it looked good on her. She would never have thought like that in the past, but after doing that video and hearing how many people wanted to see her naked, she was feeling more confident than she ever had before. Flaunting her body wasn't such a struggle now. In addition to the bra and thong, Tracy found a pair of black five inch heels for her to wear. Courtney put them on as well, though they were easily the highest heels she'd ever worn in her life. She took a few steps back and forth in the room to get used to them, finding that if she raised her knees a bit when she walked it was easier. Tracy chuckled as she watched her, “If you want something a bit less high, let me know. I don't want you to break your neck when you're dancing.”

  “No... I think these look good,” Courtney said with a much more confident smile.

  “You mean they look sexy,” Tracy corrected her with a wink before heading to the door and opening it up, “Come on, let's get practicing. Have you ever given a lap dance before?”

  “No, I've never done anything like that. But it shouldn't be too difficult, right?” Courtney asked as she followed the stripper.

  “It's not difficult at all. Besides, I'll show you how it's done first,” Tracy told her before launching into an explanation for what she should and should not do during a lap dance – how to touch the person she was dancing for and how not to, as well as what was allowed and what was not, mainly for her own safety. As she was explaining, she led her down the hall to another small room where three men were waiting, two of them wearing sweatpants and T-shirts and one wearing a pair of khakis and a button down shirt. There was a single chair in the room, and one of the men took a seat. Once the explanation was over, Tracy instructed Courtney to watch and learn.

  Courtney watched intently as Tracy walked seductively over to the man, making it look good even though she hadn't changed into more appropriate clothing for what she was doing. Then again, she was the expert – she could probably make it look good no matter what she was wearing. She leaned in close to the man, placing her hands on the back of the chair and leaning in, her breasts rubbing up against his chest and her lips close to his, though she made no contact with his face. She moved one hand from the back of the chair to the front of her body, running her hand over her breasts and navel slowly and sensually. At the same time she lowered her body, rocking it and swaying her hips over his lap. Her crotch rubbed against his as she moved, her knees bent and her hand still running over her breasts. She arched her back, leaning her body back which, if she had been properly dressed, would have shown off her assets nicely. At one point she turned around so her back was facing him, her womanhood still rubbing up between his legs through their clothing as she reached back and rubbed her ass. The man kept his hands away from her, though it was easy to see that he wanted to reach out and touch her.

  The dance only lasted maybe a minute or a minute and a half, but Courtney could see how aroused that it had left the man as well as the lustful look he gave to Tracy. When Tracy stopped dancing, she walked very seductively away with her hips swaying as she had when she'd walked up to him. She had a broad, sexy smile on her face as she glanced back at the man. He stood up and another man took his place on the chair. Tracy stepped back over to where she'd left Courtney and asked, “Ready to give it a shot?”

  Courtney nodded slightly to Tracy and took a deep breath before stepping forward, making sure to sway her hips seductively as she did so. Her nervousness was at odds with the new-found sexual energy and empowerment she felt, but once again her nerves lost that battle as she moved around the chair, running her hands up and down the front of her body, from her thighs up and over her navel and breasts to her shoulders. She continued to do so as she moved in front of the seated man, her eyes meeting his for a moment. She could easily see the desire in his eyes, not just for the dance but for her. Courtney ignored that desire, however, going slowly before moving over his lap. The feel of his cock against her pussy through their clothing was incredible. It was the first time in her life in which she had power over a man when in a position like this – she could tease him as much as she wanted and he couldn’t do a thing. She rocked her hips, her crotch gliding over his as she leaned back seductively, hand still moving over her breasts and navel. It didn’t just make her feel sexy, seeing how much he wanted her and feeling how hard he was with her on his lap; she found it was also turning her on. Intense burning desire welled up within her own core, more so than she had ever felt before. Perhaps it was because of how sexy she felt in that moment, though honestly she didn’t care so much about why. As she ended the first dance, she smiled at Tracy she walked away from the man, her hips moving from side to side as she did so.

  Tracy gave her an approving smile, telling her that she was getting the hang of it. That didn’t stop her from telling Courtney to keep practicing. At least twice more she gave each man a lap dance, getting hotter and hotter all the while herself. It worked her up just as much as it must have worked them up, rubbing her pussy against them but being able to do nothing to ease the burning electric pulses which surged throughout her core. When she was finished, she was ready to tear off her own clothes as well as theirs. But then Tracy told them that they could go and, once they’d left the room, she gave Courtney a smile, “You seemed to enjoy that quite a bit. I can hardly believe you’re the same blushing girl I brought in here earlier! Anyway, the club’s about to open up for the night – you ready to work? You can spend some time giving lap dances when guys want them, and obviously we’re going to get you up on stage.”

  “I’m ready,” Courtney replied as her lips curled into a broad smile, “Am I getting on the stage in this, or something else?”

  “That’s up to you – the more you wear out there, the more you have to take off. You can put on some more clothing if you want to; either way, the men are going to eat it up,” Tracy responded.

  After a moment, Courtney shrugged and told he
r, “I’m feeling good enough to go out there in this.”

  “Good – then, I’m going to have you watch a few strippers first, just so you can see what they do and how they get the crowd into it. Don’t try to do any of the more advanced moves that you see done on the poles – you’ll just hurt yourself. You can try some of the basic moves around the pole like rubbing up against it if you want. Just have fun and enjoy it,” Tracy said as she motioned for her to follow, leading her to the end of the hall, where an open doorway led onto the stage. From her vantage point there, Courtney would be able to see the performances going on without being seen by the crowd.

  As she watched, Courtney was amazed by what some of the strippers were able to pull off on the poles. They would wrap their legs around them and hang from them while others would straddle and rock their hips toward them. There was no way that Courtney would be able to pull off the more advanced moves; Tracy had been right about that. But she did see some moves that she thought were basic enough that she would be able to do them. More importantly, she saw the attitude that the girls displayed – the same one that she had when she was in front of the camera earlier. It was pure confidence – these girls knew they were hot, and that the men ogling them wanted them. Tracy was right about that too – some of them were really good dancers, but a few were absolutely horrible. It wasn’t the dancing the men were watching – it was their bodies.

  “You ready to give it a try now?” Tracy asked from her side. Courtney glanced over at her and gave her a nod, “I’m ready.”

  After a minute or so, the dancer who was on the stage ended her act and walked off swinging her hips, and Courtney heard the announcement over a loud speaker in the club, “Now presenting our stripper for a day – Courtney!” She took a deep breath and then made her way onto the stage, unhurried and simply swaying her hips, moving to the beat of the music playing in the club. Courtney could see the ravenous looks on the faces of the men who sat near the stage, many of them leaning forward in their chairs. She made her way over to the pole and took hold of it with one hand, spinning around it while holding on with her hand before squatting down low and straddling it, her hips rocking in time with the music.

  Her hands moved over her own body in slow, seductive motions as if she was rubbing lotion into her soft skin, while she moved around the pole, rubbing up against it in as many sexy poses as she could think of before stepping away from it, making her way to the edge of the stage where some of the men were waiting with dollar bills in their hands. She stuck her hip out at each of them and held the string on the side of her thong out for each of them, so they could stick their dollars in. After they did, she squatted in front of each of them and rocked her hips while pulling the front of her thong to the side, giving each man a good close up look at her pussy. It was such a turn on to see the men practically salivating over her body.

  After making her way around the front of the stage she moved back to the pole, turning her back to the audience as she reached behind her, unsnapping the lacy bra and slowly pulling the straps from her shoulders. She turned around, pulling down one of the cups slowly, giving the audience a quick look at her tit before pulling the cup back into place. She slowly arched her back and then, with a racy smile, pulled the bra off and tossed it to the side of the stage. She turned around again, casually taking the dollar bills out of the thong and leaving them in a small pile at the back of the stage. Afterward, she bent over as she started to pull the thong down. After giving the men a nice look at her ass, she pulled the thong all the way down and carefully stepped out of it. She covered her pussy with one hand and then slowly turned around, her other hand running up and down her naked body slowly. She made her way to the front of the stage, stood with her legs spread, and moved her hand away from her pussy, posing as the song she’d been dancing to ended and giving the men quite a look again. She was amazed at the cheers and whistles she heard; even though she had grown more confident it was still a bit difficult to believe.

  After she picked up the money and her clothing and headed off the stage, the rest of the night was a blur of stripping and lap dances. She got to strip on the stage at least three more times, once putting on a full outfit to strip off and once wearing a string bikini. She gave countless lap dances to men of all shapes and sizes. One thing was the same about all of them – the hungry look on their face as their eyes took in every detail of her body. Only two were at all remarkable, and that was the driver of the van and Randy from Your Day International, both of whom came out to see her and got lap dances. Seeing both of them solidified in her mind what Tracy had been trying to convince her of the whole day – that both she and her body truly were sexy. After the night of many lap dances and stripping, she thanked Tracy for all that she had taught her – not just about stripping but about herself. She was exhausted as she got into the van, but excited to learn that Randy had been right earlier that day when he told her it would probably be paid for by what she made when she stripped. As she sat back in the van – this one driven by a different driver, dressed in her normal clothing, she realized that she was incredibly turned on even now – it hadn’t subsided throughout the evening at the strip club but only got worse.

  Once she was back at Your Day’s office, she got in her car and drove home, resolving to give her husband quite a treat that night. She hadn’t told him where she was going, having been far too embarrassed to do so. He would certainly question what had gotten into her, but the burning need brought on by being stared at by so many men needed to be satiated. Besides that, she wanted to give her husband Mark a taste of all that she’d learned. It felt like she was a new person now – he should get to know this side of her. Though they didn’t make love often, their sex life was hardly what she considered bland, but she had a feeling it would be totally different now.

  As she arrived at home, she smiled when she saw through the window that the light in the bedroom was still on. He’d likely be up late reading as he usually was. Courtney hurried in, heading upstairs to the bedroom right away. Mark was awake, in his boxers on the bed reading a novel as he often did before bed. He smiled when he saw her and stood up, “Hi sweetie. How was your night out?”

  Courtney didn’t answer him except to give him a seductive smile and walk over to him. She wasn’t wearing heels now but she still swayed her hips as she made her way over to him and ran her hands over his chest. It wasn’t how she normally acted to him, and though it caught him off guard based on the look on his face and on the bulge in his boxers it was having the desired effect. She looked into his eyes, seeing the desire there – a hunger for her that she had never seen before, or perhaps she simply hadn’t noticed it. But she saw it now, and could only hope that he saw the same burning desire in hers. She leaned in to kiss him gently. He tried to deepen it but before he could she pulled back slightly, a playful smile on her face as she pushed him down on the bed, practically jumping on top of him.

  This time, their lips met and she didn’t stop him. Mark kissed her deeply, their tongues jousting as long-sleeping passions were awakened inside both of them now. Courtney’s hands ran over his chest and shoulders as his hands moved over her body. She moaned into the kiss as even the softest touch from him was enough to drive her wild now. Her back arched as she pressed her body against his, breaking the kiss only for him to pull her tank top off of her. She reached into his boxers to stroke his manhood, hearing a satisfying moan in response. A couple more strokes and then she pulled his boxers down – her hand on his cock was only meant to be a taste of what was to come. His hands, meanwhile, unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and she broke the kiss only to kick them and her panties off.

  “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it,” Mark said as he breathed heavily, his eyes meeting hers as he looked up at her.

  “I figured you might,” Courtney answered with a seductive smile before she moved over him. Her knees straddled his body and she lowered herself slowly, impaling herself with his hardness. A loud mo
an escaped her lips as she leaned back, showing him all of her body. She rocked her hips in time with his as her juices seeped out of her around his cock; her time in the strip club had left her extremely wet and the feeling of him inside her made her that much more damp. As their hips rocked together, her moans and his filled the room. There wasn’t much foreplay that night – stripping for other men had been her foreplay. It was simply unbridled, raw, passionate sex – and it was some of the best sex Courtney had ever had in her life.

  Her hands moved over her body, playing with her breasts and then moving even lower to rub her clit while he took her. Her eyes closed and her mind wandered with each loud moan to the faces of the men who had looked at her so hungrily. Knowing she was desired, knowing how much they wanted her, and knowing that she was sexy had untied the harness that held her passion in. With those images in her mind, it was not long before the waves of pleasure surging through her from her loins became explosions as her muscles clamped down and her juices flowed freely over his manhood. As she tightened around him he moaned in much the same way she did during her explosions, that same cry of absolute ecstasy as he came hard within her. Once their orgasms ended she shifted her body and then moved to lay over him, kissing him gently once more. She had a feeling that most of her orgasms would be a bit more mind blowing from now on as this one was, considering how desirable and sex-charged she felt after being a stripper for a day.