This story is the second in a series. For this story to make sense, you first need to read chapter 1 of Her Second Job. I hope reading this story will make having read Chapter 1 worthwhile.
While this story is inspired by real events which happened many years ago, it is a work of fiction. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person is coincidental and unintended. Comments on this story, both favorable and unfavorable, are always welcome. Thank you for reading this.
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I agreed to pick Denise up at her apartment about 8:00 p.m. the Saturday after we'd gone kayaking. She told me that the first round of dancing started at 10:00 p.m. She wanted to be there just after 9:00 and it would take an hour, if traffic was ok, to get from her apartment to the bar in New Bethel.
Denise explained that each of five dancers danced three numbers in each show. That took a little under an hour. The first show was at 10:00 p.m., the second started at 11:00, and the third at midnight. Everyone was done dancing around 1:00 a.m., give or take. The bar closed at 1:30, earlier than legally required.
Denise said that the dancers, the owner, and some staff usually had a drink or two together after closing. "We may not be home until dawn," Denise said with a twinkle in her eye.
Denise made it clear that I was not going as a customer. She said that she'd talked with the owner and the other dancers. They were all fine with me just hanging out backstage.
The parking lot was already two-thirds full when we arrived about twenty after nine. Like my previous visit, the vehicles outside were a mix of muddy pick-up trucks and expensive BMWs, Lexus, and the like. Denise told me to drive around back. "It's those BWs that make me think I'll get caught by someone else from work," Denise said. "People come out from the City. It's a matter of time until someone else from SHM does."
Driving around the back took longer than I'd expected. The building's dimension north to south was as long, or longer, than the east-west dimension which faced the road. There were about twenty vehicles parked in back. Denise brought out a key and unlocked a steel door with the letters "ONBFPB" on it.
We walked into an empty space lit only by nightlights. Denise said, "Kurt hopes he can expand into this space or add a kitchen." She giggled. "I think his hope is to open a restaurant back here with nude servers."
Denise opened another locked door. "This is 'backstage,'" she said. We were in a medium size room. There were hooks along one wall above a wall-mounted bench. There was a showerhead inside a clear glass or plexiglass enclosure in one corner. The rest of the room had comfortable chairs and a couple of tables apparently placed randomly. There were clothes hanging on several hooks. "This is where we undress," Denise explained. "If the service staff don't want to wear their uniforms in, they change here too." What struck me immediately was that there was no privacy.
Denise pointed to a door on the same wall that I remembered the bar being on in the front room. "That's Kurt's office," she said. "He has a door to this room and one out to the bar. He also has the monitors for the security cameras." I didn't know about the cameras. I wondered if I could get video of Denise dancing from Kurt.
The door to Kurt's office opened and a woman walked out. The first thing I noticed was that the woman was nude. I recognized her as the first dancer during my prior trip to the bar.
Denise led me over to the woman. "Danielle," Denise said, "this is my boyfriend Harry Stone." To me, Denise said, "Harry, this is Danielle Zeitzler." I shook hands with Danielle. She seemed totally at ease even though she was nude, and Denise and I were clothed.
"My pleasure Harry," Danielle said, "Denise has been talking about you for some time. She tells me you've seen one of my performances. I'm glad to meet you."
Danielle had left the office door open. A slender man, a couple inches taller than me, walked out. He had closed cropped blond hair and what I can only describe as an "intelligent" face. He came up, putting an arm around Danielle's bare back. He extended his other hand. "Harry, I'm Kurt Zeitzler. I own this dump. It's my pleasure to have you here tonight. I hope that you'll join our family." I wondered what he meant by that last sentence.
I was distracted from asking because the rear door opened forcefully. A well-built African American woman in a white sundress came in saying, "traffic is just shit tonight." She paused, looked around to see if she had everyone's attention, and added "good thing I don't take long to get ready." She whipped the dress off over her head. She was nude underneath. She hung the dress on a wall hook.
As the black woman turned back around from the wall, Denise said, "Jessie, come here, I want you to meet someone."
The black woman came over and gave me an appraising look. "Is this your squeeze the lawyer?" she asked. Before Denise could answer, the woman stuck a hand out to me. "Jessie Rule," she said, "pleased to meet you." I introduced myself. Jessie said, "So, you're staying back here with us tonight?" I nodded. "Well," Jessie said, "I hope you don't have a problem with bare tits, bare ass, and bare pussy because none of us get dressed between times on stage."
Before I could decide whether to say anything in reply, Denise said, laughing, "I think he can handle it."
Jessie smiled. To me she said, "If you're ok with Denise, you're ok with me. Denise is a great person."
The conversation was interrupted by the back door opening again. A brunette with a very pretty face walked in. She was dressed professionally. "I had to help give a presentation on a new shopping center upstate today," the woman said. "I came straight here. Didn't think I was going to make it on time."
The brunette sat down on the bench below the clothes hooks. She pulled off her high-heel shoes and carefully placed them under the bench. She stood, took off her dress, and hung it on a hook. Reaching behind herself, she unsnapped her bra and hung it up. She carefully rolled her panty hose below her hips and down her legs. She stepped out of them and hung them on the hook. She swiftly pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. She hung them on the hook, turned to face us, smiled, and said, "now I'm ready!"
The brunette was almost as beautiful as Denise. The very pretty face was complemented by a splendid figure unblemished by any tan lines. Unlike Denise, the woman had no public hair at all, which made her lower lips very noticeable.
Denise waved the naked brunette over. "Alicia," Denise said, "this is Harry."
I was taken aback when Alicia gave me a quick bare hug. "Harry," she said as she stepped back, "I'm so glad to meet you. Denise has told me so much about you. I'm glad the two of you had fun kayaking last weekend."
I glanced at Denise. She shrugged, smiled, and said, "Alicia's my best friend."
"And the woman who talked her into coming here and showing her bare ass in public," Alicia said. "She owes me."
As we were talking, anther young woman had come quietly through the back door. She was a slender blonde. She went straight to the bench, stripped off, and hung up her clothes. I can't say that she was beautiful, but she was cute and had a certain charm.
Denise led me over to the young woman. "Nadine," Denise said, "this is my friend Harry Stone."
Nadine's rather plain face became very lovely when she smiled. "Pleased to meet you," she said to me.
Denise looked up at a clock on the wall. "Shit," she said, "I've been talking, and I need to get naked. Harry, will you help me undress?"
I followed Denise over to the bench. She put a hand on my shoulder for balance as she slid off her sandals. She raised her arms and I pulled her tee shirt off. Denise wasn't wearing a bra. She turned to face me. I undid the button on the front of her shorts, pulled down the zipper, and pulled Denise's shorts down. She wasn't wearing panties either. Denise was now as naked as Danielle, Jessie, Alicia, and Nadine.
I heard Kurt's voice over the PA in the front room announce the ten o'clock show. Danielle went up two steps in a corner of the room and opened a door. As she did, everyone else was silent. Danielle closed the door behind her. I heard music start in the other room.
"That door leads to the stage," Denise told me. There's a small space between the door and the curtains you see from the barroom. We always keep quiet when the door is open."
There wasn't much conversation in the room I was in. Denise, Alicia, Jessie, and Nadine were all stretching. In one sense it was great to be the only guy in a room with four nude women stretching unselfconsciously. The visual choice ranged from stunning (Denise) through beautiful (Alicia) to good-looking (Jessie) to charming (Nadine). On the other hand, I felt very disloyal to Denise when I glanced at Alicia, Jessie, or Nadine.
Jessie had her garter on her left thigh and marched out as soon as Danielle came backstage. Danielle pulled a bunch of cash out of her garter and tossed it on a table. She looked at me and said, "I don't do this for the money."
As we heard Jessie's second song start, I could tell Denise was getting worked up. She went to her shorts hanging on the wall and pulled something out of a pocket. She came back and handed me a garter. She raised her left foot and said, "Put it on please." I carefully moved the garter under her foot, up past her calf, way up her thigh. Denise smiled. "You want guys to brush my lips as they put money in there?" she asked. I thought I'd made a mistake until she said, "Kidding. I take the money from them by hand and put it in myself."
Denise moved to the bottom of the two steps in the middle of Jessie's third song. I followed. As the song ended and applause started, Denise said, "Kiss me Harry." I kissed her. Just as Jessie opened the door, Denise said, "God I love doing this." She almost ran on stage. Denise was obviously aroused when she came off stage. Her nipples were very hard and there was some moisture between her legs. I know this because she hugged and kissed me as soon as she was backstage and guided my hand between her legs.
It was an interesting evening being the one clothed man in a room with four or five nude women for several hours. Kurt offered me beer. I had one to avoid being rude. The conversation was surprisingly normal. I learned that Danielle had studied ballet in New York and had danced briefly with a couple of companies before she met Kurt. Kurt was another native of this area. Danielle had come with Kurt when he moved back here and now was a private dance instructor. Alicia didn't just work for architects. She was an architect, albeit the most junior one and an employee rather than a member of her firm. Jessie was an interior designer. Nadine was a student at the university in the City, working on her master's in environmental engineering.
All five of the dancers obviously enjoyed what they were doing, even the quiet Nadine who danced last in the rotation. After she came off the stage the first time, Nadine sat down next to me on the other side from Denise. "I guess Denise has told you," Nadine said, "it's a blast to do this. If you'd told me a few months ago that I'd look forward to being on a stage, stark naked, in front of strangers, I'd have called you a sicko. I guess I'm the sicko."
"There's nothing sick about taking pride in your natural beauty," Alicia said from across the table. "What is sick is society telling us we have to cover up all the time." Alicia paused and added, "Of course, if everyone went around naked all the time, no one would pay us to do it here."
The night went much faster than I'd expected. Before I realized it, all five dancers went onstage together for the evening's finale. I looked at the clock and saw it was just after 1:00 a.m. The finale was short. The women were back in a couple of minutes. In the next room, I heard Kurt's voice announcing "Last call. Remember, we close in twenty minutes." To my surprise, none of the dancers got dressed. I wasn't complaining, just surprised.
