"Joe - take - it - off!" she said as her eyes slowly wandered down to my bulge. She had maneuvered me here, and she was going to enjoy it. I looked at her and she met my eyes and gave me a deliciously wicked smile.
"Come on, everyone. Let's give Joe some encouragement," she cried out in a loud voice. The people in the room began to clap and whistle. Just then the music began to increase in tempo, and the volume grew. So did the bulge in my pants. It was pretty obvious here that I was sporting a semi-hard cock, and I could tell that it had taken a mind of its own and was going to go full guns soon.
So here I was, center of attention at the local equivalent of the strip-for-charity event I had reluctantly agreed to. I was totally out of place here, and I felt silly, but hey - I was a single guy in a room of wealthy babes who were giving money to the local fire department. So, what the hell.
I glanced around the room. There were about twenty-five people in the hotel conference room. I was standing on a small round dias in the middle, and some tables and chairs were scattered all around me. Theater in the round as it were - male stripper style.
My pants were tight, and my bare chest was slightly covered in a vest. No shoes, so I guess that if I ran for it I wouldn't get far. But of course I had agreed to do this - so running away was not really much of an option. Still, for a minute it crossed my mind, just tear the hell out of the room, into the plush lobby of the hotel, with my stripper outfit and a rapidly growing hard on. "Pardon me, could you call me an Uber? And take me to a shoe store?" Um, no. I was here and I was going to fulfil my end of the bargain.
The clapping began to join the rhythm of the pulsing music. Was it getting hot in here?
I gathered my courage and brought my hands up to the vest. I felt silly wearing only a leather vest - how very cliche. A squeal of delight came from a few women in the audience. I looked up in surprise and saw a delightful blonde in a very tight pink dress. She was clapping and cheering and her boobs were bouncing, giving the top of her dress a challenge to keep those jugs under wraps.
Looking around I began to sway back and forth to the beat. The room was filled mostly with women. Like a bachelorette party of some sort. Or at least partly - because some of the room were couples. Men and women seated at small tables piled up with bottles and glasses. Clearly they were all feeling pretty good from the amount of alcohol scattered across the tables.
It felt weird to be the center of attention. And, I had to be perfectly honest, it felt good.
I continued to sway, then I slowly began to turn to see the rest of the crowd. Most tables were couples, or just women. The tables were arranged all around the raised round platform which I was on. They were all looking at me. I felt the audience encouraging me to go on with the act - hell, we were all adults here just having fun, right? No one really expected more than a simple bump and grind.
Sliding my hands down on the vest, I focused on a steamy brunette at a table in the front - right next to the stage. She was sipping on a drink through a pink straw, and smiling with tight eyes at my body.
I gave her a smile, and began to run my hands over my abdomen and up to my chest. She met my gaze and smiled as she whooped with delight. I spread apart the vest, giving her a full look at my chest.
Now, I had never seen a male stripper before so I had no idea what to do to seem sexy. But a deal is a deal, and I was committed at this stage, so I slid the vest off my shoulders, feeling the excitement in the room grow as I slid the vest halfway down my back, until it was held up only by my elbows.
I continued to turn around giving everyone a look at my chest. Everyone was smiling, and cheering me on, daring me to take off the vest. Even the guys were into it, caught up in the excitement of the room, clearly enjoying the sexual energy that the girls were giving off. Definitely getting hot in here.
I dropped my arms and the vest slid down. I caught it in one hand before it hit the floor, and I looked directly at the brunette. She was smiling and was leaning forward sipping her cocktail. I held the vest out to her and the room erupted with a cheer of encouragement. She glanced at the guy beside her. I met his eyes with an innocent smile and he smiled back at me. I wasn't sure if he was encouraging me to hit on his girlfriend, or if he was hitting on me - and right then I wasn't sure if I cared one way or the other. It just felt good.
Holding out the vest, I pointed at her and more cheers came from the small crowd. She blushed and then stood up to more applause. I beckoned for her to come to me, and she took a step to the edge of the small stage. I walked over to her and held the vest up above her hands.
Since I was on a raised platform, my crotch was right in front of her. She was in a tiny black top with small straps and some fringes - sort of a modern flapper style top. Her perky tits looked wonderful as she swayed back and forth to the music reaching up for the vest. I held it higher forcing her to step even closer.
Now her face was only inches away from my body, and I slowly leaned forward holding the vest in both hands - stretched out behind her as I lowered my arms. She was looking up and back, arcing her back so that her tits were pushed against her blouse in a very sexy pose. The crowd loved it and I continued to bring the vest lower behind her - just out of reach.
She glanced up at me - fully aware that her tits were directly in my line of sight and that her face was dangerously close to my manhood. She smiled and I pulled the vest around the back of her head creating a shield from the crowd. She couldn't see anyone except me now, and the audience couldn't see her face. She looked me in the eyes and licked her lips as she moved her hands forwarward from reaching for the vest behind her - arms above her head. Her hands landed on my chest and the room exploded in cheers. She slowly rubbed my chest as we kept our eyes locked.
The view to the rest of the room was only her hands reaching out above the vest - with me bent over slightly and her face concealed with the cloth. I knew their imagination was running wild with mental pictures of her sucking on my cock. But in reality she just kept smiling up at me and rubbing my chest.
Then I broke eye contact, and looked up at the tables. I saw her boyfriend smiling at me. I noticed he had one hand below the table, and I gave him a knowing smile. I imagined him rubbing his cock through his pants as he watched his girlfriend apparently sucking on my dick. We both smiled, and I felt my cock grow harder.
Looking further, I saw a variety of smiles and scenes of people alternately staring at the scene and whispering to each other. This was beginning to be fun, doing a bit of slight of hand for the crowd.
Finally I raised up and let the vest fall to one hand uncovering the girls head. She moved her hands from my chest and wrapped them around to my lower back, then she smiled at me and slid her hands to my ass.
I gave a startled look at her in mock surprise, and the room went wild. She clinched my butt and drew me to her face, turning her head at the last second and leaning her head aside the front of my pants.
Holding the vest to her I began to back away slowly and she took the vest as a prize , much to the delight of the crowd. She gave me another knee weakening smile and backed away to her chair. I held up my hands and turned around to the rest of the audience, gesturing to the girl and soliciting cheers for her courage.
So now the only thing I had on was a pair of tight black pants. There were clingy, shiny and tight, clearly defining the bulge of my cock as it rode to the side, outlined in the spotlights shining on the stage.
I was mostly naked in other words. It felt amazing. I felt sexy, and powerful and in control, and more than just a little scared of what I might do next.
(*)(*)
"That was amazing," she whispered in my ear as she ran her hand along my bare back. "I knew you firemen were sexy, but wow!" Sheila said. She was the organizer of the event, and was complimenting me on the performance. I was embarrassed and pleased at the same time. Evidently we were about 70% of our goal, and the night had not even finished yet. "I suspect that Mrs. Smith in the pink will give us what we need to top it out," she said as she slid a vodka-tonic into my hands and kissed me on the cheek.
I glanced across the room at Mrs. Smith, who was even more energetic now - completely whooping it up at the new guy on the stage and practically falling our of her top.
"I would suspect that you are correct," I said with a raise of my glass. "I hope I did alright. I had no idea how far to go or what everyone was expecting."
"Honey," she purred, "you were exactly what they expected - and then some!" She slid her hand lower down my bare back and scratched me lightly with her fingernails.
I looked at the crowd again, and noticed my friendly brunette was looking back at me over her shoulder. She winked at me, and smiled a somewhat ambiguous smile - I wasn't sure exactly what she was signaling. But, I knew that she was smoking hot and that I was interested in anything she had in mind.
Sheila saw our exchange, and gave me a slight push in the back, "You have fans, Joe. Go meet them," she said with a harder push.
My drink in hand, I wandered over to the table where the brunette was seated with her boyfriend. I was still dressed in my skin-tight shiny black pants, and no shirt. Sheila had instructed us to go sans-shirts for the remainder of the event, hoping this would result in higher bids for the charity.
I was only one of five on the stage that night - and I was the first. The others were undoubtedly better at it than I was I had no doubt. But also I knew that the last guy was a professional brought in just for the night. All the rest of us were volunteers - just hoping to raise money for the fire station.
"Thank you for helping me out earlier," I said to the brunette.
"Wow, you did great," her boyfriend exclaimed as he rose to shake my hand.
"Happy to be a part of the show," she answered with a coy smile.
"Please, join us," invited the boyfriend motioning to the seat he just vacated. He pulled another chair along side and so I sat between the couple.
Our conversation flowed easily for a while, discussing my work as a fireman, and his job (investments) and her career as a relator. They were clearly enjoying the evening, and he would occasionally raise his arm to signal for another round of drinks. I was pretty buzzed by now, and every time she spoke to me I got lost in her eyes.
Her name was Sara. She was originally from out of state, but had lived in our town for about two years. His name was Dan, and he grew up in the town, working at his fathers investment firm.
By this time, the fourth stripper was on stage.
"Joe," Dan said, "you sure seemed like you knew the moves up there. You have done this before?"
"First time," I said sipping on my drink.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise, "Sara, could you tell it was his first time?"
She pierced me with her eyes, "I could tell. You seemed to be unsure of what to do, and how to do it."
"So, is that why you helped me out? To rescue me?" I asked.
"Partly," she acknowledged. "But also because you just looked like you were having fun. So I wanted to join in," she smiled. "Also, I find you very attractive."
As she said this, her hand slid under the table and squeezed my leg. This was of course hidden from Dan who was on my left. I acted as naturally as I could, but I'm sure my blushing was evident - even in the dim room.
Dan leaned over and whispered in my ear, "She thinks you are hot!"
"But these guys are much more in shape and better looking than I am," I stammered.
"I think it is the lost puppy look that turns her on," Dan said in a stage whisper so she could hear it too.
"And I like the look of your package," She said in a fake Russian accent. "Da, is very manly, no?"
