The next few weeks were school, as finals were coming, and we didn't train as much. I had lunch with Lil most days but nothing more as our weekends were in different directions, which was annoying.
We talked a few times on video chat and discussed ways to be exposed again, but everything was too risky. We had an end-of-year competition that involved a 4-hour flight to another city. It was against the top teams from across the country. After finals, we trained every day and changed and upped our cheers, I was sent upwards, spun several ways, and landed on the hands of one guy. Then I lifted my leg up and then fell onto the next guy, and I did a handstand on his hands and lifted. I then did the splits. I looked great, everyone said. I did fall a few times, but without hurting myself.
The flight wasn't too bad, and we caught our bus to the place we were staying. We were in the same room, so we unpacked and had a cuddle as we had lunch with a team. We had free time after that, and the team walked around the city looking at the sites together. We walked down a street, and we gathered it was the red-light area. There were several massage places and a strip club; the bars looked bad, so we all went back and looked at our maps and found the art gallery.
For dinner, we went to the venue, and it was massive. We had a great meal and talked with all of the girls and guys who were competing over the next three days.
We went back to our hotel and had a meeting with the coach, and he wanted us to not stay up late and drink till after the finals. We all agreed and headed off to bed. Lil was so excited that we got to sleep together each night. We explored our bodies, and I loved everything we did.
On Sunday afternoon, we were in the finals, and I was so nervous, as was everyone on the team. The coach just told us to have fun, and if we do that, we have a good chance of winning. We all snapped out of it and just went for it. The guys asked if I wanted to try the lift, we tried but never nailed it as it was so high and difficult. I, of course, said yes, and we won. The coach came up to me and the boys with an angry look and said, "Don't ever do anything like that again." He winked and laughed. He knew if we missed, we would have been second.
That night, after our meal together, we went into town to the bars and got a little drunk. Lil dragged me away from the team, and I felt she had something in mind that she wasn't going to tell me. At the end of an alley near the red-light district, there was a large guy who saw us, and he seemed to be expecting us. He opened the door and asked Lil, Is this your friend? She said yes, and he laughed and said she was perfect.
My mind was screaming, What am I getting into and what am I about to do? Once inside, the guy showed us into a changing room full of women of all ages and sizes. Lil stood behind me, bent down, and said, "I have entered you into an amateur strip show."
I spun around and looked at her face; she was smiling, and I said, "You did what, and what do I have to do?"
A 30-year-old woman standing beside us said, "You take your clothes off and the guys watching will rank you; you get two goes at it." The winner is the one with the most money. Easy, really, but the rules state you must keep your panties on. But some girls don't leave them on".
I looked back at Lil, and she was smiling more than ever. My pussy went wet, and she knew it. She found a bag that had an old cheerleading outfit in it--smaller, tighter, and a little rough around the edges from use, I thought. I had no idea where she found this. We found a spot, and I changed into it. I was given a small G-string and then a very old pair of spandex briefs.
We sat down, and she applied my makeup and put on some massive fake eyelashes. Once finished, she looked at me and said I looked 20 now. I was 18. We signed some papers next and were told the rules by the manager or owner.
I wasn't allowed to remove my panties. She looked at me and said if you showed your pussy on the first strip, I was disqualified. The second strip was up to me. If you want to win, then it helps, she told me. She looked like she was a stripper once or worse, but she had money now from running this place.
"Beth, you are going to be the best stripper out there," Lil said.
I was so scared but was so wet, and my brain was overthinking things I thought, and then I heard the coach's words, "Have fun, you will win".
Because of the timing of when we arrived, I was the last stripper to go up. Lil found a coat and wrapped me in it, and we went to the back of the crowd. We watched several women strip; there were skinny, stunning, and fat women. But the guys loved every girl who could dance and be a little naughty. The biggest girl could dance and had massive breasts, and she was funny with it. A girl that was two before me was stunning, had a fantastic body, and could strip; she had by far the best reaction from the crowd.
We went to the back of the stage, and Lil said, "Have fun," and kissed me. I was called up, and the announcer said I was a cheerleader who needs money, look at her old cheerleading outfit. I got what Lil wanted from me now. I walked onto the stage and stared at everyone like I was lost or something. My song started, and I danced slowly, and I heard a guy yell, You won't win anything dancing like that.
I looked for him and walked, so he was a few feet away. I smiled and dropped into the split, and they twisted so he was looking at my crotch, and he smiled. I rolled and danced around, getting cheers from everyone. I took off my blazer, and soon after, my blouse. My bra was pretty but looked worn out.
I heard the guy shout out, She looks like that bitch needs some money for clothes. I stripped off my skirt next, and the briefs looked the part.
