If you've read the previous story about me called "Community Theater," you know how auditioning for a local production of Gypsy gave me the opportunity to indulge my fantasy of stripping in front of a group of strangers. Me, 19-year old Nikki Morales, full time college student and part time exhibitionist! But after Gypsy's performances ended, I found myself not only missing the friends I had made in the theater group but also dying to do something exciting and daring.
Meanwhile, I had to work really hard on my classes, which I had kind of ignored while I was in the play. But that just made things worse -- it was so boring studying all the time that I barely had time to hang out on campus. Plus I still wasn't sure how to let my college friends know about my little escapades on stage, and that left me even more restless and distracted. So, when I saw an email show up in my inbox from Lorraine, the very successful 40-something businesswoman who heads up the board of directors of the community theater, I literally cheered out loud.
"Dear Nikki," the email began, "I hope you're well and that classes are drawing to an enjoyable conclusion. I imagine you'll be heading home for the holidays, but before you do, I wanted to ask if you would be willing to help out with our annual holiday party and fundraiser. Every year we host a cocktail party and auction, with all proceeds going to the theater. It's a tradition that we ask former cast members to volunteer to serve as waiters and waitresses and I'm wondering if you might be interested. If you're too busy or you're going to be out of town, I completely understand. But if you'd like to join us, we'd all love to see you again."
I have to admit I was disappointed that this seemed to be a general request that was going out to everyone from the show, although I did wonder just a little bit if there was any special meaning in her last line. That brought a smile to my face as I remembered just how little I was wearing the last time Lorraine and everyone else had seen me! I checked the date and realized I'd be finished with exams by then and wouldn't be heading home for another two days. Plus, I really was eager to reconnect with the theater group, so I immediately hit the reply button and started typing. "I'd love to help out. Just let me know when I should be there and what I should wear! After my last appearance in front of you, I want to make sure I'm properly dressed." I hit the send button, giggling to myself, a warm feeling spreading throughout as I remembered that my final strip in Gypsy had left me naked in front of hundreds of peoples.
A few minutes later, I got a reply. "We ask the volunteers to wear black pants or skirts and a white shirt. I know that's a little more than you've worn on some occasions, so I hope you won't object. And I do have an additional assignment in mind for you, if it's not too much to ask. We'll need someone to assist with the auction, and Michelle has spotted a Santa outfit that we think would be perfect for you for that portion of the evening. Willing to give it a try?" I could almost hear Lorraine's voice saying all this as I read through the message.
Now Michelle was the costume designer for Gypsy, and she had helped to pick out some of the sexy gowns I had worn in the play. So when Lorraine mentioned her name, I got even more excited and typed back immediately. "Count me in. I just hope it's not going not be some big only baggy costume with a long white beard and padding that makes me look fat!" I replied.
I realized Lorraine must be on her computer at that very moment because she responded as soon as she got my message. Somehow the thought that this important businesswoman was sitting there chatting with me felt good -- I love being the center of attention and it made me feel special that she had thought of me for this extra role at the fundraiser. "Don't worry, Nikki. Michelle told me that the costume is called Naughty Miss Santa, and the dress is barely long enough to cover your panties. It is not going to make you look fat."
Now the butterflies kicked in big time, as I realized this would give me a chance to show off in front of a group of people. No stripping this time, but I was sure I could find a way to tease them a bit. "Sounds great," I replied. "I can't wait." And I truly meant it.
Later that day Michelle called and we agreed to meet the next day at a costume store where we had picked out several of my outfits for Gypsy. We both arrived at the same time and gave each other a big hug right there on the sidewalk. It was great to see her and it made me realize just how much I missed the whole theater group. After a few polite questions from Michelle about how school was going for me, we got right down to business.
"Let's see, you're about 5' 7" and 130 pounds, if I remember correctly," she asked.
"Only 125 pounds now," I said. "Too busy to eat much with all the studying," I laughed.
"And a B-cup, right?" she continued. "I've already asked them to order a strapless bra with underwiring that should go well with this outfit. It'll help accentuate your cleavage," she added, but then paused, noticing the puzzled look on my face. "That's right, you haven't seen the costume yet! Lorraine said I should wait and surprise you." She grinned from ear to ear, and continued, "Well, I don't think you'll be disappointed. Come on, let's go inside so I can show you."
Well, Michelle was right -- I immediately fell in love with the outfit. The Naughty Miss Santa costume was a dress of red velour trimmed with white fur at the top and bottom and a big black Santa belt around the waist that showed off my 34-24-35 figure perfectly. It came with a white lace petticoat, the kind that puffs out at the bottom of the dress making it look like a ballerina's tutu. Above the waist, the dress was skintight and showed off every curve. The fur on the top barely covered my nipples, and even dipped a little between my boobs, where a little red bow served to call even more attention to my cleavage. Two slender straps on the front of the dress went up and over my shoulders, tying behind the neck just to make sure that nothing slipped out of place. But the best part was that it looked like the dress stopped at least eight inches above the knees, and that if I bent over at all, the petticoat would tip up with and you could catch a peek of my panties.
The outfit came with a pair of white thigh-high stockings topped by cute little red bows that matched the bow on the dress. And to complete the costume, I'd be wearing red velour opera gloves with white fur trim at the top as well as a Santa cap. Now I could see why Michelle had suggested the strapless bra, but I was glad she left the choice of panties and shoes to me. I had a pair of three-inch black heels that would work perfectly, and I was already thinking naughty thoughts about buying a new thong especially for the occasion.
Since my role during the auction was to hold up the individual items as people bid on them, I couldn't wait to figure out ways to parade through the audience showing off each item as well as myself! With such a short dress and with the petticoat to hold the fabric up and out, it seemed certain that anytime I leaned forward to give someone a close-up look at whatever I was holding, the people behind me would be getting a peek at my ass cheeks sticking out of the thong. I grabbed Michelle's hands and exclaimed, "It's perfect. I can't wait for the auction."
The next two weeks flew by. Between cramming for final exams, writing papers, and trying to get some Christmas shopping done, I hardly had time to think about the fundraiser. But as I was heading back to my apartment late Friday night after finishing my last exam, I realized I wasn't even worried about what grades I was going to get. All I could think about was the Miss Naughty Santa costume that I'd be wearing the next night.
Now, I don't want you to think that everything about the event was me enjoying myself and getting to show off. I had to be there at 4:00 to help them set up tables and chairs and carry trays of food from the kitchen to tables that were placed around the sides of the large hall where the auction was going to be held. The kitchen was at back of the hall, and at the other end there was a stage where there the items to be auctioned were already on display. It was stuff like a set of skis, a bulky hand-knit sweater, and a picture of a cottage (which I assume meant they were auctioning a week at someone's summer place). Apparently the big item was a picture painted by a famous local artist, which was proudly displayed on a stand in the center of the stage. About two thirds of the hall in front of the stage was set up with round tables, leaving some open space for standing at the back and for a makeshift bar that was set up right next to the doors that led into the kitchen.
By 6:30 the first guests arrived. The event was 21 or older, which meant we had to be ready with plenty of drinks. Ten of us had volunteered; I know that sounds like a lot until you realize there were somewhere close to two hundred people who had purchased tickets to attend. So, we were kept really busy going back and forth with trays of wine and champagne, occasionally circulating with plates of hot hors d'oeuvres from the kitchen. I was wearing a simple white shirt that buttoned in the front and pleated black pants. The pants fit kind of tight across my butt, but knowing what I'd be wearing later, I decided to dress conservatively for now.
However, that didn't stop some of the guys from making comments as I served drinks. I noticed that the wine and champagne was going about twice as fast as the food, and that also seemed to be having an effect on their remarks. Several of them made lame jokes about having trouble recognizing me with my clothes on, while others were much more polite and simply said how much they had enjoyed seeing me in Gypsy. I felt like replying, "Well I enjoyed being seen!" but I didn't think it was entirely appropriate to say that.
Finally, after Lorraine and the board of directors decided everyone had consumed enough alcohol to guarantee that people would bid more than they might otherwise do, Michelle pulled me aside and led me to a little bathroom off the back of the kitchen. "We've set this up for you to use as a changing room," she said. "The costume is hanging on the hook on the back of the door."
