Habit To Heels Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Nude Nun on Stage/ Dance Off

The dark lighting backstage of Spice Sweet Spice casts a long eerie muted glow on the exposed nun. Tara Mathers is totally nude behind a large, dusty frayed curtain, clutching the fabric with her white-knuckled grip. Her hazel eyes sneak a peek out through the curtain's vertical gap. The smokey haze of the club mingles with the stench of stale beer, old carpeting, and the lingering cigars, wrapping around her like a cloak.

The percussion and bass from Donna Summer's Bad Girls reverberates through the floorboards, each thump matching Tara's pulse. She tries to tap her foot in time with the beat, but the five-inch open-toed strappy heels feel alien, awkward, uncomfortable, and far too high. One misstep, and she might fall flat on her face.

Through a crackling speaker, the DJ's voice breaks the haze of sound: "Alright, folks, let's hear some noise! A big Spice, Sweet, Spice welcome! It's Misty, making her nude debut! And don't forget to tip your waitstaff and bar staff!" Tara's mind registers the unshakable identity. Miss T, she'd said when asked--but with all the background noise the DJ had misheard. It didn't matter now.

Her long, brown hair cascades around her shoulders in soft waves, but it's not enough to shield her. She peers out at the patrons knowing they're wondering when the show will start, when the next girl will appear.

She looks down at herself, with exposed perky breasts, and nipples erect which have never been so straight and upward. Her gaze goes to her visible pubic hair and beyond her hips to her long shiny shaved legs. Her skin feels flushed. This moment, this woman standing behind the curtain, nude for the world, uncertain, will she cross a line she's never dared get even close to before?

She inhales the thick air deep in her lungs. Her fingers tighten on the curtain making her knuckles even whiter, then slowly, deliberately, loosen.

Are my readers ready for Tara to dance nude on stage?

She steps out first time nude. In her mind she is graceful and the crowd can't make out exactly how terrified she is. Her stomach does a flip as she swishes the curtain behind her exposed body. She tries to strut around the stage in rhythm with the music. Her style does not really matter, many of the guys watching are in awe of exactly how beautiful she actually is. Her body is perfect. The stripping nun's tits are sharp and forward and well proportioned. Her hair dances on her nipples ever so lightly, adding to her arousal. Her tits dance smoothly with her movements. Tara's pubic hair is exposed and softly trimmed. The six-inch heels exaggerate the curves of her legs, and ass as she struts around in her birthday suit. She spins and wriggles the cutest ass as she graces the stage.

Cara comes back over to Dollya who has just finished hustling a lap dance. Cara says over the loud music, "I can't believe she actually went all nude. She has lost some of her moves, but I am shocked our little miss from dance class took off everything."

Dollya shrugs, "What did you expect. I bet you will still win the money tonight."

Cara looks over while Tara dances, "I hope so."

Tara, now on the middle pole, slowly and seductively dances spinning on the brass a few times. She shows her ass to the crowd and sticks it out and bends over at the waist. As she gets to her end she spreads her legs ever so slightly, giving the first front rows quite a view. She stands up, spins, and makes a oh my face, by placing her palm over her mouth. Then pulls it away and flashes a million-dollar smile. Tara has started to play with her audience. Five or six guys line up and give her dollar tips. She takes the money and smiles. The song quickly finishes just as she has begun to relax and enjoy her new world.

Big Lincoln's voice booms through the scratchy speaker, "OK that was Misty guys and ain't she something, give it up for her. And don't forget to tip your waitstaff and bar staff!"

Tara smiles tries to wave and shuffles backstage. As soon as she gets behind the curtain she looks over to the chair. To her surprise, the negligée, gloves, and belt are right where she left them. She now realizes that someone deliberately removed them and put them back while she was nude onstage. 'Someone's messing with me.' Anyway, she can still hear some faint clapping and whistling after her dancing. She picks up all of her belongings including her dress and underwear and heads back to the dressing room.

When she gets to the dressing room, she puts her bra and panties, and dress back on. Dollya comes over. "Wow girl, nice set," The dance instructor says. She continues, "I bet you will be one of the top three to dance off for the prize money."

Tara almost forgot about the money. She inquires, "There's a dance-off?"

Dollya says, "Oh yes, they will ask three of the amateurs to get back onstage in a few minutes. You dance one more time and the applause will determine who wins."

Tara gains her composure, "You mean I have got to strip off my clothing again?"

Cara comes over and quickly interrupts, "I'm going nude, if you want to beat me you will too." She flips her hair and laughs.

The DJ can be heard over the speaker, "Will Cara, Misty, and Bambi come backstage? And don't forget to tip your waitstaff and bar staff!"

Dollya says, "I got both of you in the finals tonight. Who is Bambi?"

Tara says, "I think it's the black girl in the white nylons."

Dollya counters, "It was Cara and her last week also."

Cara in her robe states, "Time to go win the money." She drops her robe on the ground and walks away in her thong and bra.

Tara sees Bambi walking back out of the dressing room also in her bra and panties. Tara decides to take off everything and then simply puts on Ruth's Taupe negligée, gloves, and belt. She follows the other two dancers waiting backstage.

Big Lincoln is heard over the speaker, "All right give it up for our three finalists. And don't forget to tip your waitstaff and bar staff!"

Fred, the guy who walked Tara backstage to the dressing room, walks out onstage with the three scantly dressed cuties. Gary Glitter's 'Rock and Roll' begins to blast from the speakers.

Bambi goes first, as she walks to the front of the stage, barely audible she mumbles, "I'm going to show up these white bitches tonight." She has a score to settle with Cara and that is exactly what she does. Bambi quickly spins and bends all the way over at the waist with her ass toward the crowd, and reaches up and pulls her thong off. She wriggles her soft black ass. Next, she reaches back and spreads her cheeks exposing her tight ripe anus to the applauding crowd. She then sits down spreads her legs out in front of her and grinds front and back simulating sex, with her legs she starts pumping and kicking.

Bambi goes back in line looking at Cara and says, "Beat that!"

Cara sticks to her tried and true plan. She takes off her top before she runs up to the center pole. Cara climbs all the way to the top of the brass pole. She starts spinning fast at the top. She does her trick taking off her G-String while spinning on the pole. She spreads her legs and spins down from the ceiling to the dance floor. The crowd responds with whistles and clapping. She stands and bows and shimmies her tits and struts back in line.

Tara adds sophistication, charm, and class to the threesome with her sheer negligée. She spins around the pole and saunters back and forth on stage. She spins slowly a few times, stops, and quickly curtsies to the crowd.

Fred stands behind the three dancers. As he holds his hand above each girl, Big Lincoln can be heard trying to fire up the crowd. "OK, guys give it up for number one, two, or three. And don't forget to tip your waitstaff and bar staff!"

The crowd goes wild for Bambi and Tara, but they are no match for tonight's favorite, Cara. The winner strips again and climbs the pole while nude and waves to her adoring fans.

Tara goes to the Dressing room, gets back in her sweat suit. She drives home in the freezing Michigan air. She sits in the Sky Chicken for what seems to be an hour (But is really only about 2-3 minutes).

Shivering and frozenIt is well past midnight, by the time Tara gets home.

She opens the door and the phone on the wall is ringing. Tara can't figure out who in the world would be calling at such a late hour. She picks up the receiver.

On the other end of the phone, Sister Willa is frantic, "Tara is that you?"

Tara shocked and confused, "Yes Willa why are you calling so late?"

Willa asks, "Where were you? I have been calling you for about 1 hour."

Tara thinks quickly on her feet, "I had a headache and took some Motrin and fell asleep. Why are you calling so late?"

Willa out of breath, "I have been trying to get a hold of you. It's Sister Evelyn."

Tara is shocked, "What about Sister Evelyn?"

Willa is somber now, "She is in the hospital. She had a stroke."