Wow! How my life suddenly elevated into the world of adult entertainment. As for college two years was enough for me; so at the sweet age of nineteen, I took my degree and headed home. I landed a dream job right out of college with a big advertising firm. I seemed to have the looks and sex appeal the company wanted. I was a very petite brunette, 5' 2" tall, 94 pounds with measurements of 36C - 20 - 32. My breasts were big, my tummy flat, a hard little ass, and thin shapely legs.
Since advertising was my major I loved the job. Just two weeks into it I got assigned to help out with one of their biggest clients. Not long after meeting the three owners, they kind of took me off to the side.
Robert asked, "Kathy, how about being in our booth at the trade show next week? We need a hostess."
Very surprised I said, "Wow! I'd love to. But! I ... I don't think my boss would allow that."
With an Australian accent he said, "No worries! I'll be back," and confidently walked away.
About thirty minutes later Robert came to my desk, "It's a go kiddo. You're at the trade show all next week," he said with a big grin. Obviously he was too big a client for my boss to say no.
I said inquisitively and sheepishly, "Ah ... Question ... What does a hostess do?"
With a big smile he said, "No worries. Just wear a sexy dress. You know, revealing."
With an even more sheepish grin I asked, "Just how revealing do you want?"
"What ever 'you' feel comfortable in, gorgeous," he replied with a smile. Then he winked and said, "Convention center. Monday! 10AM. Look sexy!" He tapped his knuckles on my desk and walked away.
He said revealing, so that had to be my white lace outfit. A short top that is open all the way down the front with laces. It shows serious cleavage, not always covering my nipples. Plus my entire waist is fully exposed. The skirt is mid thigh, slightly flared and quite sexily hangs off my hips. I finished it off with beige lace top stockings and a pair of white three inch heels. I haven't worn a bra or panties since I was sixteen so I saw no reason to wear them now, right?
I got to the trade show early, and when the three owners saw me, their eyes nearly popped right out of their sockets.
"Holy Christ! You look stunning my dear!" Robert said with a huge smile. Mike and William agreeing with him.
I told them, "I did bring other outfits if this is too much."
"No worries! That's perfect. Every buyer will be at our booth!" he said with his eyes running up and down my body from head to toe.
I was nervous at first, smiling and handing pamphlets to buyers but that quickly went away. By mid afternoon I decided to give my feet a little break. I slid into a director's chair, which is kind of a folding bar stool with arms and a back. My skirt came up and the tops of my stockings were visible. When I crossed my legs the tops of my stockings and bare thighs were very visible; and let me tell you, everyone was looking. I just hummed while slightly rocking my crossed leg.
While reading a pamphlet the exhibitionist in me was beginning to take over. 'Should I flash or not?' kept bouncing around in my head. This wasn't the Indy 500 ... this was a trade show - and my job at least for this week. I had gotten so turned on thinking about flashing I just couldn't help myself. As I got out of the chair I spread my legs, no doubt wider then I should have. But you should have seen the look on their faces when they saw my bare naked pussy up my skirt! The look on their faces was priceless. Of course I acted like I had no idea anyone had seen.
Yes, I know I probably shouldn't have done it, but I just couldn't help myself. Oh my God ... did it ever turn me on flashing my cunt like that! After that I was flashing every chance I got. Squatting down with my legs open to get more pamphlets. Bending over showing my lower butt cheeks and cunt. Leaning over giving great down blouse and nipple shots. I couldn't tell you how many times I got in and out of that tall chair. I was having an absolute ball flashing and I was getting paid a lot of money at the same time.
To my surprise, men from all types of different companies were giving me business cards with dates written on the back - of a trade show they wanted me to hostess at. By the end of the week I had enough cards to have me at a different trade show for the rest of the year! Even an agent that books booth girls gave me her card. So it was obviously decision time for me. Should I keep my dream job at the advertising firm or become a professional hostess?
Actually it wasn't that hard of a decision to make, since I was making three times the money being a hostess and I got to flash while working. So I quit my 'dream job' and the very next week was in Chicago: the week after that Atlanta, then Miami. The fourth week I was in Atlantic City, again hostessing for those first three guys. This was their home trade show, their business being right outside of Atlantic City.
At that first trade show the three guys were pretty reserved; but that all changed. They started out making comments about my body, and most definitely letting me know that they saw my bare pussy. They were constantly trying to get me to spread my legs wide open, which I quickly did a couple times a day. I had the most fun yet at this trade show, mainly because I got to flash a lot more. It was just after lunch on Saturday, the last day of the trade show, when Robert came over and sat down next to me.
In his oh so cool Australian accent he asked, "What are you doing tonight ... You know, after the show closes?"
"Oh, nothing in particular," I said while shrugging my shoulders.
He said, "Good! How about coming to my nephew's bachelor party?"
"Bachelor party!" I said very surprised. "Now why would I want to go to that?" I very truly asked, having no idea whatsoever why he would possibly be asking me that.
Turning both hands up and out he said, "To strip!" like he thought I knew what he meant.
"To what!" I asked while giggling a very astonished look on my face.
"To strip. You know! A ... A striptease," again saying it like I should have known what he was talking about.
"Ahh ... I ... I don't think so," I said with a nervous giggle, suddenly realizing he was dead serious.
Seeming quite surprised he asked with a chuckle, "Why not?" like he couldn't believe it.
Stammering I said, "Ahh ... Ah ... I ... I don't know." Giggled and said, "I ... I ... Don't."
He didn't say another word, but just got up and walked away. I was pretty sure he would be asking me again. But I knew right away why I said no. Hell, I didn't want to do anything that would mess up my hostessing gig. I was having way too much fun and making way too much money to mess this up. Not to mention that I had never stripped in my life. Hell, I had never even seen a stripper before!
Honestly I have to admit that just the thought of stripping in front of a group of young men really turned me on. But as much as it turned me on, I just couldn't do anything that would mess up my trade show career. Anyway, about an hour later, sure enough, Robert asked me again. After that one of the three brothers asked me about every twenty minutes or so. I just kept smiling and saying 'no I don't think so'.
Finally I asked, "Robert, why do you want me at this bachelor party?"
Mike blurted out, "Are you kidding ... everyone wants to see you naked!" as though he couldn't believe I asked that question.
Robert quickly added, "Absolutely! What he said."
