"Marc, we need to leave. Now!" I told my husband emphatically.
We had been at the office Christmas party for less than an hour and most of the guests appeared to be having a great time. The party was hosted by Marc's boss, Robert, and Robert's wife, Diane, at their lovely house in an upscale neighborhood. Normally I would have wanted to stay until much later in the evening. But the encounter I just had made that impossible. I had to leave as soon as possible.
"Why? The party is only getting started." Marc questioned my demand, apparently unwilling to leave so soon. "You love parties like this. And you know that it's important that we make a good impression for my boss."
Marc and I had dressed up for this party. I wore a new, little black dress which accentuated my fabulous figure while displaying quite a bit of my cleavage and most of my long, shapely legs. Marc loved to show me off to his friends and co-workers. And I loved the looks I got from all the men. Indeed, as with most parties we attended, I was the center of attention and I relished that role. But not this night.
I was aware that Marc's new boss the past nine months was a difficult person to work for. Some considered him a tyrant. But Marc loved his job and the company, other than the overbearing boss. He was willing to put up with his boss being a hard driver, if it would help Marc advance his career. And attending the boss's annual Christmas party was expected of everyone in the company, regardless of whether you liked him or not.
"I know you had to attend this party. But things have happened that mandate that I leave as soon as possible." I pleaded with my husband. "Trust me. I'll explain everything when we get home."
Marc shrugged his shoulders and accepted. Soon we were saying our good-byes to our hosts.
"Thank you for inviting us. A lovely party." Marc said to Robert and Diane while shaking their hands. Robert smiled graciously at Marc until Marc turned towards the door. Robert then turned to me.
"We will talk more later." Robert said in a stern voice as he glared at me.
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An hour later, Marc and I were home, lounging in our living room. We had changed out of our formal holiday clothing, and were dressed in more comfortable sweats, what we usually wore when we home. Under my sweats, I wore my sexiest underwear, a red lace shelf bra and matching red lace thong. I knew that Marc loved it when I wore red underwear.
Sitting side by side on the sofa, I took Marc's hands in mine, looked into his eyes, and took a deep breath. I knew this day might come. I had hoped it never would. And now I had a lot to confess to Marc, hoping he would be understanding and forgiving. I was scared about what Marc would think about me and the things I had done.
Marc and I were married about four years ago after dating only a few months, and we hadn't shared much about our pasts. Mark was tall, about six foot four inches, with dark hair and eyes, and was very handsome. I also was tall, about five feet ten inches, flowing red hair with green eyes, and a killer body with a set of 38 Double-D tits, an hourglass figure and long legs. Many told me that I should be a model. But I had chosen a different path in life.
"Your hands are trembling." Marc said as he looked at me with concern.
"Maybe a nightcap of scotch on the rocks will help." I replied.
Marc got up to make both of us a drink. I took another deep breath. From his quiet demeanor, he knew I had something serious to discuss.
"Here you go Babe." Marc said as he handed me a good sized drink. He sat next to me, raised his glass to mine and offered a toast.
"Happy holidays." He said.
"I hope so." I replied a bit meekly.
We each took a sip of the strong liquor. Marc watched me patiently.
"Sorry I made us leave the party so early. I know being there was important to you, and your job." I began. "It was absolutely necessary. But before I get into the details of what happened tonight, I need to confess some things I've never told you."
"Things to confess?" Marc said with a puzzled look on his face. "I'm all ears."
"In the four years we've been married, I've never given you a lot of details about my past, and you were kind enough to never ask for details. I suspected you knew I was reluctant to talk about my past. And I appreciated that."
I took another deep breath and another sip of the scotch.
"You know I was orphaned as a child and raised by my aunt and uncle. They were very kind to me, but didn't have a lot of money to spend on their own kids, much less on me. They helped their own kids get through college, but could not be so generous with me. But they raised me to understand the importance of getting a college education. So, basically I had to earn my own money to pay my way through college. Summers I worked and saved all my money for school expenses. And I found part time work during the school year. Initially I worked at a drug store. The pay was okay, but the store wanted me to work the day shift which interfered with my class schedule. So I quickly looked for different work.
"One Friday night I was out with my friends, drinking and dancing at a popular nightclub. The guys all thought I was really hot, and even some of the girls said I was hot and danced really well. Suzy suggested I could make some money dancing at frat parties. I was curious and asked her for more details. She told me she had been hired to dance at a frat party the next night. She just had to wear some sexy club apparel and dance for a few hours. I asked if she was expected to strip and she replied 'No, just dance in a skimpy outfit.' And she added that the frat house was willing to pay the same for her to bring a friend. She asked if I wanted some easy money. I asked how much, and she said $100. I thought that was good money for a few hours. When I told her I was willing to split the $100 with her, she said 'No, $100 for each of us.' I replied that I would do it.
"The next day Suzy and I went shopping for our outfits. I found a really sexy satin and lace bralette top and a matching pair of satin hot pants. I also bought some 5 inch high heels. That night the frat boys were so pleased by our dancing, we each got paid $150. It was all safe stuff. Only a few times did some guy get handsy with me, but that was okay. Word got around about our dancing duo and soon we were being paid good money to dance at parties most Friday and Saturday nights."
I could tell that Marc was very interested in my story. He was shifting his position. I knew that was a sign his cock was swelling. I pulled off the top to my sweats, exposing my sexy shelf bra which was barely holding in my 38 Double-D tits. Marc smiled approvingly.
I continued my story.
"Then one night, I was approached about dancing at a bachelor party. They would pay me $300 but I would be expected to strip, not totally naked, but strip down to only wearing a skimpy G-string. I would also be given tips, above the $300 base pay, slipped into the G-string. I thought about whether I wanted to do that or not, but I knew I could really use the money. I decided to do it.
Stripping at that bachelor party was a bit scary and also a real thrill. I would be alone, nearly naked, with a group of drunk men. What I didn't anticipate was the adrenaline rush I got dancing and stripping for about 15 horny guys. They really loved how I moved for them, and they really loved my sexy body, especially my tits which many of them groped at least once. Once down to my G-string, they were slipping ones and fives into my string. I was scared the string might break, leaving me naked in front of all of them. When I finally told them the show was over and I needed to leave, they upped the tips to fives, tens and even a few twenties. I danced another hour for them and earned $300 as my base pay and another $300 in tips. The experience was scary, thrilling, and very rewarding."
I took another sip of my scotch and then set down my glass. I stood up in front of Marc and slowly slid my sweat pants down, revealing my sexy red thong. Wearing only my bra and thong, I began swayed my hips as if dancing to music. Marc was getting aroused. I sat down next to him and slipped my hand into his pants, taking hold of his hard cock.
"Are you okay knowing that I stripped at a bachelor party?" I asked my husband.
"Yeah, I suppose so." Marc replied. "It wasn't like they paid you for sex."
I swallowed hard.
"There is more to this story." I said. Maybe he didn't want to hear any more, but to explain tonight's actions, I had to tell him.
"Oh?" He said, half as a question and half as an exclamation.
"I have to tell you the rest of this story Marc. You may not like it."
I paused, took another sip of my scotch, and continued my story as I held his cock.
"The money was good, and I definitely needed the money to pay for school. Suzy and I continued dancing for frat parties, all clothed and fairly safe. I occasionally was hired to strip for a bachelor party. I was paid more for those, and earned good tips. Stripping for a bunch of horny, drunk men was definitely scary yet also thrilling. Fortunately no one ever seriously pressed me for sex.
"Word got around and sometimes I was hired for a private party at a frat house, which was basically doing a strip routine similar to what I did at the bachelor parties. It paid better that just dancing at their normal parties. But I didn't get as much in tips, and they always tried to get me drunk on beer. I assumed they wanted to take advantage of me. So I decided to never drink when I was stripping.
"Suzy introduced me to one of her friends named Bambi. Bambi was a couple of years older and wasn't a student. She was a dancer at a local strip club and Bambi was her stage name. Bambi took me to the strip club and had me audition for the club owner. He liked what he saw and agreed to hire me to dance in his club several nights a week. And by dance, he meant a full strip to totally naked. He gave me what I later learned was the usual line. His club did not tolerate prostitution or drugs. I later learned that they actually did both. The money was even better, and I would have a regular job, not just hoping someone would hire me to dance at their party.
"So I quit my day job and gave up doing the bachelor parties and frat parties. I was Jessie in school and became Candy at the club. I worked four or five nights a week and what I earned not only paid for school, but for a larger apartment and I bought my own car, used or course. Soon I was one of the best strippers at the club. I was often propositioned for sex, but always turned it down. I learned a way to let the men down gently and make them feel a bit embarrassed that they had even asked. The result was that they often tipped me even better for the dances I gave them."
