"Gentlemen. May I have your attention please," The announcer stood on the small stage which was surrounded on three sides by bar stools and seating areas.
"Tonight, we have a newcomer for your viewing pleasure. Her name is "Lana Tana."
There was minimal clapping. Most of the forty or so men in the room had heard the announcers' presentations many times. What they wanted was for their beers to be kept full and the acts to keep on coming.
I was to be the next act. A fact I had not known until an hour before. We were in a strip club about an hour from our home. The club, "Murphys Muffs" was next to a truck stop and most of the patrons sported noticeable beer bellies.
"Lana Tana." I chuckled at that name as I had no clue where it came from. Susan had assigned it to me when she was telling me what my next challenge was to be.
"You don't want to use your real name in a place like this," she stated the obvious.
The more accurate statement should have been "You don't want to be within miles of a place like this." Rundown and sleazy. And, it now seemed, I was about to be performing on that stage in this place.
It was only after the six of us had arrived and taken a table at the back of the room that Susan told me what the challenge was to be. "Tonight is Hot Cougar Night here at Murphy's," Susan said. "Well, you are a cougar, and you are going to give these men a show."
This really didn't surprise me. Once we had arrived there, I expected something along these lines. "I have no clue how to be a stripper!" I exclaimed to Susan and Megan. "I can barely dance or, well, do the sort of things those young women just did." We had watched several acts, and they were all women in their twenties who had their routines down.
"We have that covered," Susan said as she and Megan led me toward the stage.
"I don't even have any sort of stripper outfit or anything!"
"Like we said, we have that covered. Now stop your whining and come with us if you want to complete this challenge."
So, I dutifully let myself be led along by them and soon I found myself standing there on that stage, flanked by my two friends. Do friends do this sort of thing to their friends? The obvious answer was yes.
Susan took the microphone and tapped on it to get the audience's attention. What those men now saw on the stage in no way looked like a traditional stripper. Instead, they saw three attractive and slender women in their forties who were attired in normal streetwear and not stripper costumes. Some of the men could easily have thought we were police, given the conservative nature of our dress.
"Gentlemen," Susan gave the audience a big smile, "My friend here, Lana Tana, has accepted a challenge from my friend and me. She won't be dancing for you as that isn't her thing. Instead, if you would like for us to proceed, we will strip her for your visual pleasure. Oh, in case you can't tell. She has never even been in a fine establishment like this before. This is all new to her."
"Should we remove her clothes," Megan joined in, speaking to the small crowd as she looked around the room and saw that all eyes were on us. "Or, if you prefer, we will just go back to our table. Do you all have a preference?"
"Strip her!" One male voice called out, followed by cheers from other men.
Damn, so this was actually going to happen, I thought as I stood there on the stage between my friends. All of those men might soon see me naked, just as they had watched the young women before me. My knees felt weak at the prospect of this all.
Susan nodded to someone off stage and soon the music began to play. That was our cue.
"What do I do?" I asked Megan.
"Tonight, you are just an object. We will handle things. All you do is stand there and look beautiful and give your admirers a big smile. Oh, don't forget to just look at them and get direct eye contact. It is sexier that way."
So, I did as I was told. Then I heard Susan announce, "This denim dress of hers is not at all sexy. Maybe if we unbutton it a little, that will help." She was referring to the casual knee-length dress I was wearing. It had several buttons from my sternum down to the hem.
I stood there and Susan undid several buttons at the top while Megan undid some from the bottom, I was left with the center three buttons remaining. At that stage, I wasn't flashing anything, but it wouldn't take much to do so.
"What, no cheers?" Megan teased the audience. "So, maybe those other pesky buttons need to be undone, and how about if we get rid of this old dress altogether?"
It only took a few moments for my friends to finish unbuttoning my dress, slip it over my shoulders, and then casually toss it aside as if it was an old rag. While this was going on, I looked out over the audience and gauged their reactions. They seemed to like what they saw.
What they now could see was me standing there with just my black bra and panties and my shoes. That was it. I was now down to just my underwear in a room full of horny men. One of those horny men was my husband who was sitting at the far side of the room. I locked eyes with him for only a second and I could tell that this was exciting for him.
"Hey, guys, where are the tips?" Susan teased.
"When we see tits, that is when she sees tips?" A wise guy called out.
Megan had me slowly turn as I stood there on that low stage so that every man could see me from all angles. At that point, I was craving the approval of these men. These strangers.
"Should we continue undressing our friend or have you had enough?" Susan prodded the audience.
"Tits!" one of them called out, followed by a series of similar requests.
"Tits it is, fellas," Megan announced and, as I was looking toward the center of the room, I felt her undo my bra, pull it from my body and then pitch it into the room for the men to do with as they pleased.
My breasts were bare and forty to fifty men and a handful of women were looking at them! At that moment I was proud of how I looked. I knew my body was in good shape and now all of that exercise was paying off with the hungry looks from those men.
