Author's Notes: Everyone in this story is eighteen years or older.
I hope you enjoy it, and I look forward to your comments and suggestions.
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"I'm glad your meeting finished quickly," I said. "But now we've reached the nightclub at dawn. They'll be sleeping."
"You're so over-the-top, Bella," said Carter. "It's a quarter past six in the evening, and they're advertising Happy Hour." He held the door open for me.
"Not near the service door, please," I said, shaking my head at the hostess. "And our friends will be joining us soon. We need a larger table."
She guided us to a four-seater near the back. Only two other tables were occupied at this time, so she was happy to accommodate us. Carter went to the bar, and I stretched my legs, happy to be off my heels.
We'd taken a holiday in Monument Valley and the Grand Canyon and were in Phoenix for our flight home. Carter had arranged to meet two of his college buddies at seven.
"Happy Hour deal," he said, placing two glasses on the table. "Buy one, get one free."
"Enjoy them both," I said, smiling at him. "I'll have a drink when our company arrives."
"You're always so controlled, Bella," said Carter, taking a big gulp. "Did you ever go to a nightclub before we got married?"
I sat up straight. "I did four years of college, Carter. What do you think?"
Carter drained his glass. "Just going to a club means nothing. You have to really do clubbing right."
"I see." I didn't see, actually. Carter was being insufferable. "How is it done right?"
"Have you ever been carried out by your friends?"
I shook my head.
"Have you woken up the next day and wondered what happened at the party?"
"I don't drink that much, Carter."
"Have you ever gotten naked at a nightclub?"
"Me?"
"Have you been arrested at or after a party?"
"Not had that pleasure, Carter."
Carter sat back and grinned condescendingly at me. "See what I mean? Your education is incomplete unless you've had at least one of these experiences."
I looked past him, saying nothing. A young couple was at the next table, looking into each other's eyes. Their drinks looked untouched.
"You should do at least one," Carter repeated.
I looked at him, smiled, and looked at the other occupied table. Two men in green shirts with a company logo were taking advantage of Happy Hour. One of them was facing us. There were already six glasses on their table.
"Getting arrested when traveling isn't a good idea," I said. "Do you know any lawyers here?"
"Is that the only option?" He said, smirking. "Getting drunk and getting carried out did not occur to you?"
"You want me to get drunk and be carried out by your college friends?" I looked at him in disbelief.
"Okay, you can get naked before they get here," he said. He finished his second drink. Happy hour was going to be silly hour, I thought.
"You mean now?" I looked around the club, though I had already seen what I needed to. "Here?"
"Why not?" Carter said. "The club is nearly empty, and no one here knows us. You can strip in two minutes."
"Why should I?"
"Because I dare you! A 100 bucks say you don't have the guts." Carter challenged me.
"You don't have a hundred dollars on you," I said coolly. As he brought out his wallet, I stopped him. "I don't take cards."
"Wait," he said and went to the bar holding his card. I knew he'd try to swipe his card and get cash. I took off both my shoes and rolled down my stockings, putting them in my bag. My shoes I left under the table. The green shirt facing our table noticed my movements and looked up from his phone. His eyes widened as I lifted my hips and slid my panties off. He whispered something to his friend. Trying to act casual, the friend moved to another chair from where he could see me.
Carter returned just as I finished stuffing my panties into my bag. He carefully placed two more drinks on the table. I wondered if I'd misjudged him. But no -- he produced a hundred dollar bill from his pocket and slapped it in front of me.
I put my hands behind me and ran the zip of my dress down. Feeling around, I unhooked my bra. The two green shirts had put their phones down and were watching me. I smiled at them; they smiled back. I lifted my hips and raised my dress. Changing my grip, I lifted it over my head, taking my bra with it.
Carter had a stunned expression as I tossed my bundled dress and bra to him. My C-cup breasts with pink nipples jiggled a bit as I opened my bag and put the hundred-dollar bill in.
"Hang on," Carter protested. "The deal was naked, not just topless."
I shook my head gently at him. Then I stood and moved around the table to stand in front of him. My pussy lips were clean, and I had a thin landing strip above them. My lips were thick and met in the middle, keeping my clit hidden. Carter stared at me, and I was sure everyone else in the club was doing the same.
The two green shirts clapped softly as I put my hands on my hips. Someone behind the bar whistled. The lovey-dovey couple was startled and looked around, their eyes stopping on me.
"Are you satisfied, sir?" I asked Carter. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the two men pick up his phone. I wagged my finger in a distinct negative sign. To my relief, he sighed and put his phone down.
"Yes, you've won," said Carter in a strangled voice. He looked wildly around the club. The young couple was watching us, and the guy finished half his drink in one large gulp. "You can sit down now, Bella."
"As you say." I smiled at him and went back to my seat. I could feel my nipples hardening as they were exposed to cold air. My skin tingled as I thought of the people around looking at me. I felt a warmth in my lower belly and hoped I wouldn't make a mess of the seat.
Carter looked at me and gave a strained smile. "You surprised me, Bella. I'd never have expected it of you."
"I hope I never disappoint you, dear," I said. "It is my deepest desire always to fulfill your wishes."
"How wonderful," said Carter. I could see he didn't know what to make of it. I looked over his shoulder and saw the young couple looking at me and talking excitedly. I winked at the girl; she grinned back.
The hostess came over to our table. "Enjoying yourselves, guys? Anything I can get you?"
"What time do you close?" I asked her.
"Last orders are one-thirty. Then we wind up by two."
"Oh, that's plenty of time, then," I said. "What's your thermostat set to?"
"We usually keep it comfortable for people wearing clothes," she said, laughing. "But I'll see what I can do." She looked at me, sitting comfortably, and at my antsy husband and gave me a high five.
"You can get dressed now, Bella," Carter said. "You've won this dare."
"I'll have a drink after all, I think." I spoke absently, looking around the club. "Can you see if they have a good white?"
Carter stared at me, then walked to the bar once more. I looked at the two guys at their table. They gave me the thumbs up, and I waved back.
The door opened, and two girls walked in. The hostess approached them and then led them to a table next to ours. They stared at me for a moment, giggling. I smiled back. Trying to be discreet, I put a thick wad of tissues under my pussy.
"Here's your wine," said Carter. "I expected you to be dressed when I returned."
"Already?" I asked, with a surprised expression. "It's only been fifteen minutes. You gave me a hundred dollars."
"Yes, so?" Carter couldn't see where this was leading.
"Well, I earn about thirty-five dollars an hour," I explained earnestly. "So I figure I should give you about three hours. That's fair."
"Are you crazy?" His voice went up a little and attracted every eye in the club to us. It felt delicious. I sat back in my chair and put my shoulders back. My breasts sat a little higher on my chest.