Bucet List: Striptease

Striptease. Fantasy and Bucket List 2,249 Words 10-minute read

Author's Note: If, for some reason, you feel offended by sexual stories, then I don't know why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If that's the case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. The following story is posted for the entertainment of adults. (Stolen paragraph)

This idea sparked from a story I was reading elsewhere. I quit in the middle of that read to write this. So: 'STRIPTEASE'.

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Stripteasing fascinated me because it was a focus of my father's lust. I saw it when we would go to 'The City' to get his pay. His pay came two weeks after the fact. So, the overnight eighty-mile one-way trip would usually be done by my parents. They left us kids to run the farm overnight every two weeks.

The kids, twenty-five to twenty-one, are all capable, knowledgeable, smart, and sensible. Our parents didn't worry about leaving us. We were still living at home and going together to the college daily as necessary. Staggered classes caused havoc on the car, but the bicycles were used sometimes.

The oldest was the alpha sibling. He used us for his alleged college class sexual experiments when we were all finally old enough to sign releases. His college major was psychology, and the entire family thought he was studying himself, sex, and sex. I think his kink or fascination, combined with me being the youngest, warped my sexuality into a masturbating exhibitionist and a voyeur.

On my majority birthday, as the youngest, the siblings used the family credit card and rented the top floor suite at the old Frontier Hotel on the growing local Skid Row. It was the finest Hotel until the Syndicate took over Nevada. It is at the foot of 'The Strip'.

As the Hotel's reputation began to fade, it became the Convention Center Hotel for all, if not nearly all, adult entertainment groups. The Hotel had an adult convention every weekend except for those from December 19 through January 3.

Listening to the radio, I had trained from early on to imitate the radio baseball games, Paul Harvey, Walter Cronkite, and Steve Allen. After turning twenty-one, I was often interviewed and hired to be a Master of Ceremony for these Frontier Hotel adult entertainment banquets.

My Starstruck effect was gone with the first few drunken older celebrities. Then the Hotel became a paradise of pussy and blow jobs for me as my quality of personal entertainment, combined with my attention to detail skills, I became widely shared. I was known among Hollywood's biggest adult entertainment names and the world-class beauties of the sex fashion industry. I must have satisfied a few to have such a large black book.

Every time I was hired, I charged more and contracted for bigger stipulations. The first year, They offered five thousand for the prior publicity shoots through the two days of after-award parties.

This most recent event was eleven thousand for the greeting and reception, seventy-nine for the banquet, and one hundred grand for the awards evening. A gift stipulated to be ten thousand would be accepted instead of a bouquet of roses.

My involvement began and ended with each event. At any other appearance, the price fluctuated, as did my demands.

My accountant forecasts my total income to be over six hundred thousand for four days. Out of that, I will pay about thirty thousand in expenses. This is for the hotel's most important convention of the year, the Adult Entertainment Greatest Of All Time (each year) Awards Convention. Sold Out! Posters and flyers were printed and stuffed in the Las Vegas press's mailboxes.

To get the snow, smoke, flow, leaf, treats, edible females and preening males, and dinner served to about eight hundred 'Stars' with their unique self-centered, ego-driven agendas that could clash with the event's plans is the job of the MC. It is my job as MC to get everyone and their personal 'baggage' out of the hall at the end of two hours without any terrible results in the papers in the morning.

I have quietly and slowly acquired the majority number of shares in the Frontier Hotel, with the intent of an all-in ownership within a few months.

As a woman, I was at first presumed to be less capable at business than if I were a man. The coarse nature of the skin and sin industry is that it has always been a man's world, an environment controlled by men. A place where women were not considered of real value except to create lust, thus money for the owners and investors.

I am going to change that by making the Frontier Hotel the center for striptease for the mid-week days of Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. This will counter the slow midweek traffic and fill the Hotel with a new purpose for the midweek days.

The necessary remodeling and arranging for two productions a week will necessitate further investment. As soon as that is arranged, I will buy and alter the landscape of Nevada forever.

The ace in the hole I hold is the estate, and costumes of Gypsy Rose Lee. They are in my ownership. That collection will be the backdrop for stripteasing in front of up to twelve hundred paid seats three nights per week.

Many of the women from the adult entertainment business are dancers and are interested in auditioning for the Hotel Showroom. I have been holding stripteaser's classes, had costumer makers hold seminars, musicians write rhythms, and one songwriter is aligning music playlists and setting rhythms to familiar music so women can develop routines of the quality needed.

There will be men's quarterly stripping events. As soon as the rumor mill announced the men stripping events, the reservations exploded with requests to be informed as soon as dates were known.

I have been attending the stripper classes and seem to be the best at it. The former strippers have been kind, though not cheap, and arranged the series of classes and the final test schedule. Since each student will have to strip at a high public level to get the class completion certificate.

The certificate is a cheap piece of paper, but like a New York City taxi medallion, it will be limited and become more valuable as time passes. This medallion-like financial security system of pay for these former low-paid entertainers will be phenomenal.

Stripping is basically a way for an entertainer to raise the flesh in an audience formally made up of mostly older men and single men who are horny and filled with testosterone.

Strippers are notoriously women with bleached and/or chemically burned hair. They have extra weight collected on hips and asses, bigger than believable tits, and a rhythm of body movement that will raise a man's lust. By slowly exposing skin and still more skin, the smallest patches of their body remain covered while their body movement entices sexual arousal in the audience.

The stripper and, hopefully, the men watching will all reach a sexual excitement level from the stripper's dance and stage presence.

I loved the feel of the chiffon costume that the seamstress created for opening night. There were four layers of cloth covering my body. I don't shave my pubic hair, so as I removed the cloth layers, my flaming red pubic hair became the focus of my strip show.

I elected to start my stripping career immediately at the end of the stripper class. I went to The Alamo Hotel, a rock and roll hotel, to perform for the first time. I wasn't a virgin on stage for sure, but I was certainly scared. Having practiced for three months in the class, I knew it would be fine at the finish. My confidence weakened minutes before the music started, but as I walked onto the stage, I swept the four layers aside and reached behind them. I got into the show as I stroked my vaginal crease behind the four layers, then licked my fingers as the crowd showed their approval.

Never looking back, I collected the four hundred dollars in tips and knew I was going to be the headliner on stage at my Hotel. However, I knew I had to develop a following. As most stars have found out, without a fan base or club, the show goes dark. It happens too fast to prevent most of the time.

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After thirteen months of ownership, the first striptease show was scheduled over a Fourth of July week. I was the headliner and so over-prepared that I was almost afraid I had become too confident.

My family, twenty-nine strong, were there to watch. The music was perfect, the crowd marginally rowdy, as it should be. With all of the testosterone wafting through the air, mixing with the women's pheromones, the room was a lustful, aroused collection of people sexually titillated.

The show went off without a hitch. My performance was supposed to be a strip tease down to pasties and G-string. After curtain calls, I asked for the music to the movie, 'The Sting.' For those three minutes I was completely naked, the music had been re-scored to allow me to bump and grind as though I was alone in front of a mirror.

Everyone stood applauding except my family. They remained sitting and unmoved. They had planned that move to lighten up the crowd before the exits were opened after the show.

At the end of the first night, we were inundated with requests for an amateur night for strippers. After checking out the idea, we instilled the Thursday night show to include a few amateurs. For the auditions for the first night's show, there were hundreds of people interested in being selected to strip. However, many of them were no longer amateurs when we did background checks.

That first amateur night, I had selected a blonde with little tits, a brunette with huge glutes, a black-haired woman of forty-three that looked twenty with a perfect hourglass figure, a brown-haired BBW, and a black woman who was thirty-three and had six kids.

The black woman was in terrible financial trouble, consequently I took an interest in her.

I allowed her to make some money, confident the audience would appreciate her performance, but she wasn't very good at stripping. II wanted to help her out of poverty, and knew if she could get a chance to strip, she would be a headliner within a few months.

The ladies had drawn straws for the order of appearance, reviewed the only rule. I inspected each costume to make sure they could be removed without interruption to the show due to a costume failure.

The least lucky first draw was the black hair of forty-three.

What a show! She ended in a handstand that allowed her only remaining garment, a loin cloth, to hang upside down and expose her vagina and her ass, which also caused her tits to flop toward her neck.

The audience gave a standing ovation and a second curtain call, during which she did a walking handstand to leave the stage.

The second draw went to the blonde. She had a wicked weasel bikini bottom that had been altered. When she was down to only her crotch and tits being covered, she reached behind her and pulled an invisible fishing leader that released the bow for her bra top and flashed her tiny tits. She stopped in a frozen pose with both hands pulling those tiny tits forward into five or six-inch long pointy cones.

The audience wasn't interested in her until her tits were uncovered, then they became enthused with her. A rousing applause closed her act.

After a short cocktail service, and drink refill break, the woman with the huge glutes came on and provided the closest to a Gypsy Rose Lee act as could be produced. She obviously had seen either Gypsy in person or was a natural exhibitionist who knew her body well.

Her smooth and choreographed routine met with a roar and standing applause from the crowd.

The final contestant had the best position to win the contest because the audience's memory fades and gets fuzzy. The final striptease has the highest rate of recall. I told her to see into the audience, and to find one person in the crowd to focus her lust on, that it would reduce her apprehension.

I asked her to take it slow and tease as much as her self-confidence would allow. I told her, "It is easy to let the audience dictate that you should hurry to please them as soon as possible." I told her, "You will get more votes if you acted cool as a cucumber, exaggerated your obesity, and had disbelievers about BBWs admit to wanting to play with you. Reveal a breast early, and keep the nipple aroused, nipple play it and suck the nipple if possible. Make some dicks hard; that is the goal."

My final instructions to the group had been, "Tease them. Tease them, and please yourself. Do not attempt to masturbate or insert anything, as that is against the law. Remember the things that excites you and think of them if fear raises your doubts. Have fun, and enjoy this chance to be naughty. Go, have fun, make some tip money."

The BBW won that first contest, and was the winner for three more shows, and then she disappeared. She must have moved away, as I couldn't locate her for the year-end,, 'Winners strip-off.'

The Hotel became a successful investment. I eventually sold it and retired to Indio, California, where I tanned myself almost black, lying in the sun beside my pool for hours daily.

The show profit, a sizable amount, has paid for the ongoing stripteaser's school. The prize money, if a winner wants to repeat, is reduced to encourage first-timers and discourage someone from becoming a regular instead of a true amateur.

Try it.

I surprised myself with how fun it is to know how to strip on stage. I am soaked every time I strip. Strip for me, and tell me about the sensations or emotions you feel doing it. It is fun and provides a sense of power.

I am looking at my bucket list now that stripping has been completed. The second item listed is: 'Turn a trick from the street like a cheap whore.' Watch for the story.