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Denaes Day Of Research

Denaes Day Of Research

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Denae's Day of Research

This story takes place after the events in Having Fun All Summer Long

Denae returned to Mount William a week ahead of the first day of class. This was to be the last semester of college for her, Bill and Suzy. Denae and Bill wanted time together without the demands of class schedules and Suzy wanted the same with Scott. So, for that week, the four spent time apart as couples and time together as a group. Denae and Suzy found opportunities to have some time to privately compare notes on their romances.

Without saying anything to the other, both Bill and Denae were apprehensive about this being their last semester of college. Neither knew what would happen to them after graduation. Bill wanted desperately to continue to have Denae in his life but was uncertain how to go about this. He did not feel he could propose marriage because he did not have a job or any concrete plans for the future. And he did not know if she would be open to living anywhere other than her hometown in Florida. In her mind, Denae was hoping that Bill would ask her to marry him but had not seen any signs he would.

The week before the start of the semester went by in the blink of an eye. Bill and Denae dug into their classes and developed a new routine. They both had a two-hour block of time in the middle of the day when they were free and so they made a point of getting together daily during the intermission.

One of Denae's classes was Modern Sexuality, her final major course toward her Women's Studies degree. She knew a little about the course and the professor from some of her friends who had already gotten this requirement behind them. She was aware there was a research paper that made up a large portion of the grade. On the first day of class, she found out that paper would be due at the mid-term. To some, this would seem like a difficult deadline, but Denae already had a topic in mind and a plan for her research.

When she saw Bill at the coffee shop, she mentioned she would need to go to Atlanta sooner rather than later. He knew Denae intended to interview some of the dancers at the strip club she had taken him to in the Spring when they were in Atlanta for his job interview. Bill reaffirmed he would go to Atlanta with Denae, though he declined to accompany her to the club while she talked to the strippers.

On the third day of class, Denae was waiting for Bill in a booth at the campus coffee shop when she saw another student of her Contemporary Sexuality class walk in. Denae waved and the girl walked over.

"We're both in Dr. Alden's class. I should have made it a point to introduce myself. I'm Denae Rapallino."

"Hi. I'm Janet Sullivan," the girl replied. "Denae. That's a very pretty name."

Inviting Janet to sit, Denae thanked her for the compliment. Janet sat down across from Denae and they began talking about the only thing they had in common; the class they were both in. Janet was nervous about the research paper and what seemed like a tight deadline. Denae mentioned that she already had a topic but her research would require out-of-town travel. That piqued Janet's interest, so Denae shared that she would be interviewing strippers.

"Really? Interviewing strippers? That sounds way cool. How did you come up with that?"

Denae told her she had met a couple of dancers at a club in Atlanta and thought their stories would perfectly fit the subject of the assignment; Women Owning Their Sexuality. As they chatted, Denae noticed Janet and had a good figure, somewhere between Denae's slim build and Suzy's voluptuous body. Denae liked how Janet radiated confidence and had a cute, bubbly personality. When Bill arrived a few minutes later, Denae introduced her boyfriend to Janet before Janet excused herself.

That same morning, Bill received an email from the Vice President of the Accounting firm he had interviewed with. In it, the V.P. was asking Bill to confirm he would be graduating in December and asked when they might speak again. Bill, knowing he would accompany Denae to Atlanta, let him know he had an upcoming trip already in the works. They agreed to meet during the trip.

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Bill and Denae checked into their hotel in the early afternoon. Since they - and not the accounting firm - were paying, they had to settle for a smaller room in the same hotel where they had stayed before. Though this room was not as spacious as the previous room, they found it comfortable with a king-sized bed and a small separate sitting area with a couch and a coffee table. They had a casual dinner near the hotel and went back to the room before the evening got late. Once in the room, they showered together and had sex as the water ran over them.

Neither had to be up particularly early the next morning; Bill's appointment at the firm was at ten o'clock and Denae was told to arrive at the club around ten in the morning if she wanted time to speak to dancers before they began work at eleven thirty. They made coffee in the room and got ready together. Bill put on his suit and wore the blue tie that Denae suggested. Denae put on her favorite little black dress and black stiletto heels. They both complimented each other on their appearance. Bill wondered why Denae was dressing up to go talk to strippers rather than wearing comfortable, casual clothes. Denae responded that Club Seduisante was a classy establishment, and she felt she should dress nicely should she spend time in the public areas of the club.

Before they parted ways, they agreed they would have dinner at a good restaurant that evening since they were both dressed nicely. Denae picked up her oversized purse in which she had tools for her task; a digital audio recorder, pens and a notebook as well as her wallet and lipstick. They kissed each other goodbye and got into separate ride-share cars to go to their respective appointments.

Denae reached Club Seduisante just after ten o'clock in the morning. She found the front door unlocked and let herself in. While nothing about the dΓ©cor had changed since she and Bill were last there, the atmosphere was completely different this morning. There was no pulsating music and there was no one behind the counter, where she expected Julia to be stationed. She poked her head through the doorway into the main part of the club. There were lights on, but they were not the flashing lights she recalled. The stages were all empty and the place was quiet.

Denae stood in the doorway between the front counter and the dance area for a few minutes before she heard the front door open and close. An attractive woman who appeared to be in her late 20's soon walked through the doorway where Denae was standing. She was wearing yoga pants, a sweat jacket, running shoes, and carrying a large duffel style bag over her shoulder.

"Excuse me," the woman said as she brushed past Denae.

"Excuse me? Do you work here?" Denae asked.

"Yeah," the woman replied as she stopped and subtly looked Denae up and down.

"Do you know if Julia is here yet?"

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"I just walked in, so I can't say for sure." She looked at her smart watch. "Usually around ten she's in the back checking on things."

"Okay. Thanks," Denae said, not knowing what else to do.

Continuing on her way, the woman looked back and asked, "If I see her do you want me to tell her someone is looking for her?"

"Yes, please. Would you let her know Denae is here?"

The woman assured Denae she would deliver the message and headed toward the back of the club.

A couple of minutes later, Denae heard a cheery voice calling her name. It was Julia, the assistant manager, trotting from a hallway that ran toward the back of the building. When Julia reached her, she hugged Denae. Denae told her it was good to see her again and thanked her for helping her with her research. Julia told Denae she was happy to help and mentioned she had spread the word among the dancers that she would be seeking their input. And to Denae's delight, Julia told her Becky had switched her evening shift to day shift to be available for her. Denae had met Becky in the restroom on her previous visit and learned a little about her and her family. Becky had even come out to Denae and Bill's table to share a picture of her son.

Julia complimented Denae on her dress, remarking it was very nice though the white one she had worn on her previous visit had made a lasting impression. Glancing around, Julia asked Denae where Bill was. Denae told her Bill would have felt awkward hanging around while she spoke with the dancers. Julia laughed and pointed out if it were not for men hanging around, no one at the club would make any money.

Julia asked if Denae wanted to get started with her research before things got busy and led Denae down the hallway from which she had emerged. They went past both the Gentlemen's and Ladies' restrooms and entered a large room with some make-up stations, lockers, and two couches. There were a few women in various stages of dress; one fully clothed, another in her dance outfit, one nude from the waist down and two who were topless. They were all engaged in various activities from putting on make-up to doing hair to dressing or undressing. Most were chatting with others as they went about their business. Denae looked around hoping to see Becky among the women but was disappointed.

"Ladies, I'd like you to meet Denae," Julia announced to the group. They all stopped and turned their attention to Denae. "I've told you a little about her. Denae and her boyfriend were in here as guests a few months ago and now she was hoping to speak to a few of you for a class project."

Julia quickly went around the room and introduced each of the women by first name. After introductions, Julia advised she needed to attend to a couple of things related to opening the club for the day, but assured Denae she would be back to check on her.

Most of the women in the changing room seemed nice and offered to help Denae. One seemed indifferent, but not rude. By their looks, Denae believed their ages ranged from mid-twenties to one about forty years old. The conversations that had been going on when Denae walked in had now ended and various ladies asked questions of Denae or offered her an opinion. This led to some group discussion of what Denae sought for her paper and what she hoped to achieve. After several minutes of exploring the idea of what each felt about dancing nude, the oldest of the women, the one who had been the least engaged in the conversation asked, "Instead of getting our opinions of what it's like, why don't you just try it and make your own?"

That one question halted all conversation instantly and the room fell silent. The dancers looked at each other and at Denae. She looked at all of them. For a moment, no one said anything.

"She's pretty enough," one of the younger women finally said.

"Pretty? She's fuckin' gorgeous," another corrected.

There was general agreement that Denae was attractive enough to be a dancer. The various members of the group all voiced support for the idea of Denae formulating her own impressions of what it was like to dance nude for strangers. Denae was both hesitant and intrigued by the notion. When she admitted she had a definite curiosity about trying her hand at stripping, she quickly began to dispel the notion by mentioning that she had no experience and no costume to wear.

The group was suddenly cheerful and energized and went about dispelling Denae's excuses. One of the ladies pointed out that each of them had no experience at some point and a few of them started to piece together an outfit for her to wear. Just as two of them were asking what Denae was wearing under her dress, Julia walked back in.

"We think Denae should dance a few dances," a blonde in her late twenties called to Julia.

Julia looked shocked. "What? Denae, is that true?"

Denae looked at her and cautiously said, "I would be interested in seeing what it's like, but I've never done it before and I don't have anything to wear."

"We'll get her something to wear," one girl yelled out as she rifled through a tote bag in her locker.

"If you really want to try it, we can talk to Vinny. But you need to be really sure you want to," Julia cautioned her.

Denae said she would be willing to try if the details could be worked out. Julia admitted it would be easier for her to experiment with stripping during the day, when there are smaller crowds, and the atmosphere is more relaxed. She also told Denae that she would not be able to simply let Denae take to the stage without first getting the owner's approval; that meant the two of them going to talk to Vinny.

With much encouragement from the ladies, Denae and Julia set off for Vinny's office, which was upstairs. As they made their way, Julia mentioned that Vinny was somewhat abrasive but told her not to be alarmed or intimidated by it. She also mentioned that Vinny would want her to audition, so she should be prepared for that, giving her an opportunity to abandon the idea. After climbing a set of stairs, they found themselves standing in front of a closed door. Julia stopped and turned to Denae. As if she was Denae's older sister, Julia looked at her and asked if Denae was certain she wanted to go through with this. Denae indicated she did, and Julia knocked on the door.

After hearing a gruff, 'Come in,' from inside, Julia opened the door and beckoned Denae to follow her in. The office was not huge, but there was room for a big desk at the rear and some space for a couple of guest chairs in front of it. Denae noticed the man behind the desk looked Italian and was about forty years old and was not what anyone would regard as ugly. For some reason, she had expected an older, sweaty, overweight, bald man to be the owner of a strip club.

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As they approached the desk, the owner of the club looked up and asked Julia what she wanted. Vinny had two very large computer monitors on his desk. The framed artwork of a nude woman on the wall behind him provided a highly reflective surface by which Denae could tell one of the monitors displayed a spread sheet and the other displayed a video of two people having sex. Denae also saw another large screen on a side wall of the office that had several different pictures within it; each was of a view of a portion of the club. Denae supposed those were video feeds from cameras.

Julia explained to Vinny that Denae had been a guest in the club a few months prior and was back doing research for a college paper. Vinny looked annoyed until Julia mentioned that Denae would like to dance a portion of a shift. He looked at Denae.

"So, you want to be an entertainer?" he asked callously.

"Well, I would like to see what it's like. For my paper," Denae responded meekly.

Vinny looked from Denae to Julia and back again and took a deep breath. "Well, let's see what you got."

No knowing exactly what he meant, Denae looked at Julia. "Now's the time you...you know...undress," the assistant manager gently urged.

Looking very surprised, Denae said, "Right here? Now?"

"Do you want to dance or not? We're not puttin' you out there sight unseen," Vinny groused.

Looking very uncertain, Denae stammered, "Okay. Yeah. I'll just..." and she let the thought trail off.

Steeling herself by remembering she had been naked in front of others before; on the beach, during the contest at the bar, in Mexico, and for her class project last year, she reached back and unzipped her dress. She slid it down off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, picked it up, and not knowing what to do with it, held it up.

Vinny nodded in the direction of one of the guest chairs behind her. "Put it over there."

Denae tossed her dress onto the chair, turned back around and put her hands on her hips, trying to appear confident. She was standing before them in only her black bra, matching thong panties and her shoes. Vinny looked her up and down, but neither he nor Julia spoke. After a few seconds, Vinny shrugged. Denae glanced at Julia, who motioned with her hands that she should continue.

"Oh! This too?" Denae asked nervously.

Julia nodded and Vinny grumbled, "Yeah. That too."

Denae turned away from Vinny and reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, removed it and tossed it into the chair. Covering her breasts with her arms, she turned back around. With an annoyed look, Vinny indicated she should lower her arms. She did and Vinny and Julia looked her over again. After a few seconds of being evaluated while standing topless, Julia indicated she should remove her panties.

Denae had hoped that somehow a topless demonstration would be sufficient, but she was now resigned to the inevitability of going completely naked. In her mind, she reasoned that was the requirement on the stages and at the tables, so she turned around again, slid her panties down, placed them on the chair and then turned back to face Vinny. She knew that covering herself up would be met with an instant instruction to remove her hands, so this time she simply put her hands on her hips and bent one leg to accentuate her hips.

Both Vinny and Julia looked Denae over in silence. Denae somehow felt that Julia's wordless appraisal of her was not critical in the same way that Vinny's glaring felt. He told her to spin around slowly. After she had done so, she stopped, once again facing the man behind the desk. As she stood there, Denae's mind raced, and all sorts of unconnected thoughts followed one after another. -Be brave. -Would Bill enjoy seeing them looking at me. -What have I gotten myself into? -Suck in your stomach so it's flat. -I feel tingling down there; is my pussy wet? -At least these shoes make my legs look great. -My tits are too small.

Looking at Julia, Vinny remarked, "She's definitely a hot chic, but aren't her tits too small?"

"No! They're nice," Julia objected. "Look at 'em. They're not huge, but they're not fake either." Julia held her hands up as if she would cup Denae's breasts if she were within reach. "And anyway, her nipples will be standing up when she's on stage."

Vinny acknowledged the remark, but did not offer any agreement. "Well, how 'bout we see 'em?"

Denae looked at Julia again, uncertain what was expected of her now. Julia made a tweaking motion with her thumbs and forefingers and Denae's eyes grew involuntarily large when she realized what they were asking. But, determined to see the experiment through, she dutifully moistened her thumbs and forefingers on her tongue and tweaked her nipples until they were both fully erect. They stood out like two beautiful, brown pencil erasers.

"See?" Julia asked with a smile. "Everyone will love 'em."

Vinny stared at Denae's breasts for a couple of seconds and then looked her up and down once more. "Okay. Fine by me if you want to put her out there. Just make sure she doesn't embarrass us."

Like any good salesperson, Julia stopped talking as soon as she got a 'yes.' She thanked Vinny and motioned for Denae to grab her clothes from the chair. Denae was slightly confused because her first instinct was to begin putting them back on, but Julia motioned to her that they should leave the office. So, holding her garments in a bundle against her torso, Denae followed Julia out of the office as Vinny reminded his assistant manager she still owed him the latest bar inventory.

Once in the hallway, with Vinny's office door closed behind them, Julia stopped and turned to Denae who was still holding her clothes. "See? I told you he was a bit short. It takes a while for him to warm up to people. But you got permission if you want to go through with it. If you don't, that's okay too."

Denae assured Julia she wanted to try her hand at dancing if there were some way to come up with an appropriate outfit. Pointing to the bundle clothes in Denae's hands, Julia nodded and said, "Let's go see the girls," and started back down the stairs toward the dressing room. Not knowing what else to do, Denae followed Julia back to the dressing room naked and carrying her clothes.

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