Elly's Unexpected Debut

Kelly grumbled as she sat in the back of The Dirty Turkey Tavern. She was explaining to her boss, Sharon, that she had canceled her trip to visit a few in-state colleges when she received a letter that she was not getting a grant she had been counting on. Her family was poor, and she was not sure she was willing to take on loans.

Sharon glared at the girl, but she softened as she saw tears in Kelly's eyes.

"I may not be able to go to college at all now, Sharon. I need to somehow come up with thousands of dollars or take out huge loans. I don't know what to do." Kelly felt a tear roll down the side of her face.

"Kelly, you're my most popular waitress. No matter what happens you will always have a place at my bar. I'd love to help you talk this out but I'm dealing with an emergency of my own here." Sharon checked her watch again and eyed the business phone on her desk. Still no ring. Sharon had called the number she was given for Crystal several times, but it kept going straight to voicemail.

Kelly looked on with interest, glad for this momentary distraction from her woes.

"What's wrong? Anything I can help with?"

"Not unless you want to..." Sharon stopped in her tracks as her mind started working. Maybe Kelly could help her out of this jam. "You were supposed to be out of town right now, right?"

"Yeah. Me and my dad were going to stop by a couple of colleges. I was supposed to get back tomorrow night." Kelly began to sulk again.

The wheels continued to turn. Sharon looked Kelly up and down, taking in all of her. Upon noticing this Kelly blushed and pulled her arms up to her chest. Sharon didn't have time to worry about being subtle. Kelly had beautiful, long brunette hair that she usually let hang free. Currently it was in a ponytail. Her skin was a bit pale, she could use a bit of a tan, but she had a glow showing she took good care of her skin. She was a bit short at only 5'3", but that was fine. Some guys prefer short girls. She was very athletic. Sharon had let Kelly change in her office a couple of times. Nothing improper, Kelly usually wore a modest sports bra under her blouse, but Sharon had seen enough to know that Kelly kept in good shape. While Sharon couldn't be sure of Kelly's bust size, she knew they were at the very least a C. She always had them constrained in the sports bra. Her butt was nice as well, Sharon was not a lesbian, but she could go either way, and she had found herself staring at Kelly's ass a hundred times. If Sharon was honest it was part of the reason she hired Kelly in the first place.

Kelly had recently graduated high school and was hoping to attend college soon. If this 18-year-old knock out was as desperate for money as she sounded, tonight might be even more lucrative for Sharon than she had initially thought.

"Does anyone else know you are still in town?"

Kelly thought for a moment. She looked at the ceiling and brought her index finger to her lips. She had a few ditsy habits like that, the male customers loved them. Kelly was far from a bimbo, she was actually rather smart and would certainly do well in college, but appearing to be a bit of a bimbo did wonders for a cute girl working in a low end bar.

"Well Daddy knows, obviously. He was going with me. So, Mom and Danny know as well. I haven't told anyone else. I actually only left the house to come here. I was hoping to pick up a shift."

Sharon recalled that Danny was her little brother. A high schooler going into his senior year with a reputation for pulling mean pranks. At least that is what Kelly said about him.

"So other than your direct family everyone thinks you are out of town today and tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I think so." Kelly looked puzzled.

"Here's the deal, Kelly." Sharon looked serious and Kelly sat up straight, paying close attention. "I'm having a bit of a special event tonight. It's not something I have done before, but you know the bar's profits have been suffering lately. I have to do whatever I can to find new streams of revenue and get our name out there."

Kelly nodded her head hanging on every word.

"A group of men have rented out the bar tonight for a bachelor party. They are doing it up big. They've paid me a lot of money up front, and I took the party planning on myself. I was planning to work the party alone tonight as the bartender and hostess, but there may be something you can do."

Kelly's face lit up. This sounded exciting and interesting. She knew her highly religious parents would not like her working a bachelor party, they just barely tolerated her being a waitress at a bar, but what they didn't know couldn't hurt them.

"I hired a... dancer... named Crystal to... uh... entertain the guys. She was supposed to be here half an hour ago. I've called her 10 times, but it keeps going to voicemail. The guys are supposed to be here in less than thirty minutes, and I have no entertainment. This is a disaster!"

"So, what can I do?"

"I need a replacement dancer! There isn't time to hire a new one. An... uh... exotic dancer." Sharon stared hard at Kelly's face as it dawned on her.

"ME!?!" Kelly jumped to her feet. "No way. Uh uh. I could never do that. My family would disown me! Also it's just gross!" Kelly stomped her foot and crossed her arms to add emphasis.

Sharon quickly jumped up and put her hand on Kelly's arm to calm her down. "Just hear me out. It's not as crazy as you think. I will pay you your normal wages, plus you get to keep all the tips you receive. Hell, I'll even throw in half the tips from the bar. I would be surprised if you didn't make more than a grand in a few hours of work. You need money, right? For school? This will pay for a lot of classes."

Sharon watched Kelly for any lowering of her resistance. Kelly looked up, biting her bottom lip. She had calmed down considerably.

"I appreciate the offer but it's just not something I can do. Everyone in this town knows me. Our family has been here forever. It would totally ruin my reputation. And I'm just not comfortable with it." Kelly looked apologetically at Sharon.

"What if no one knew it was you?"

"There's no way. Everyone in town knows the Slaters. Whose bachelor party is it anyway?"

"Look at this." Sharon dragged Kelly behind her desk and took a Mardi Gras mask out of her drawer. It was silver and covered with feathers. "You can wear this all night, and remember, everyone thinks Kelly Slater is out of town. No one would ever suspect you. Only a handful of guys will even be here."

"Why don't you do it, then?" Kelly looked on suspiciously and a little desperate.

"If I was ten years younger I would, Girl. I'm on the wrong side of 40. These boys aren't paying good money for a saggy middle-aged woman." Sharon lifted and dropped her sizable breasts for comedic effect. Kelly giggled but thought Sharon was being a bit harsh. She was still a beautiful woman.

Sharon grabbed Kelly by both shoulders and looked deeply into her eyes. "I'm in a real bind here, Kel. I don't seem to have any other choice here. Please, do this for me and not only will you get at least a thousand dollars tonight, but I'll look for ways to continue helping you financially in the future. We gotta look out for each other."

The warmth and desperation in Sharon's voice was tearing Kelly's heart in half. Sharon had been like a second mother for the past year. Always there to listen and give advice. Every fiber of Kelly's being was telling her this was a terrible mistake, but she was being worn down.

"Can I just strip to my underwear?"

"The boys will be at least expecting to see your breasts, but I will leave it up to you if you go further. You will probably get better tips if you go all the way." Sharon smiled.

Kelly sat in thought, shivering with embarrassment at what she was considering. No boy had seen her breasts since her dad last bathed her when she was 5 or 6 years old. Was she about to agree to show her chest to a room full of men?

"All right, Sharon. I'll help you out. You have no idea how much you owe me for this."

Sharon jumped for joy and wrapped Kelly in a warm hug. Kelly's face was smashed in between Sharon's breasts.

"Thank you. You've saved my ass here."

Kelly was in the back getting ready as Sharon finished her final set up for the party. Sharon had loaned Kelly a pair of 6-inch pumps that she kept around for special occasions. Other than the heels they went with a sexy waitress look since that was all that was available in the bar. Sharon bit her lip as she imagined Kelly stripping off her bra on top of the makeshift stage in front of half a dozen rowdy guys. She would make three times as much money tonight if the guys knew it was Kelly Slater up on stage. Every man in town wanted a piece of her ass. She was the prettiest girl in town and seemed to have no idea. She was always at some church event and never even dated. Sharon had been flabbergasted when the girl even applied for a job at the tavern of all places.

What if they did know it was Kelly on stage? Sharon pondered for a moment but shook her head. She could never tell them. Kelly would never forgive her. But what if they found out on their own? Sharon's nipples hardened as she felt a plan forming in her head. She opened a locked cabinet behind the bar and pulled out an HD camcorder that was stowed away after a short-lived plan to film a television commercial for the Dirty Turkey.

"A night like tonight could really save the bar... Sorry Kel." She felt some honest remorse, but it was clouded by a mixture of excitement and arousal.

Kelly put the finishing touches on her costume as she heard some deep voices being let inside the tavern. She took a deep breath and put down the comb. She grabbed the mask and put it on. It was a good thing she hadn't worn one of her heavy-duty sports bras today as it would show under her waitress blouse that was tied in a knot between her breasts. She wasn't wearing the world's sexiest bra, but it was white and had a little bit of lace on the top. She did feel uncomfortable with the G-string Sharon had loaned her. Kelly insisted on putting her plain white panties on over it, but the black G-string showed like a beacon through her white panties. She looked closely at her face making sure her identity was well and truly hidden. The plastic part of the mask only really covered her eyebrows and a little bit of her cheek bones, but because of the thick coat of fake feathers sticking out in every direction, most of her face was covered. You could only see her mouth and then her hair. Kelly smoothed down the black miniskirt she barely squeezed into and said a quick prayer before putting her hands on her stomach and willing the shame and butterflies to not make her throw up. Sharon would soon call her with the signal to make her entrance.

The camera was set up and recording directly in front of the stage. Sharon had put it underneath the base of a fancy candle on a table front and center of the stage. It was plugged in to ensure it did not die, and it was wirelessly connected to Sharon's laptop behind the bar. The whole show would be saved for posterity. If Kelly was looking for a camera it wouldn't be especially hard to spot. But not knowing there was one it would be basically invisible. She was sure Kelly would be distracted anyway. Sharon put a notice at the entrance that videos of tonight's performance would be available for $50 a piece.

As soon as the notice was placed men began arriving. Sharon smiled and let them in, showing them to their tables and taking drink orders. She was only familiar with Greg, who was a regular here and the best man at the Groom's wedding. Greg was a nice young guy that couldn't be older than 22. He openly ogled Kelly on the regular, but always tipped her well. Sharon was sure his presence would make Kelly nervous, but Greg was an important part of Sharon's plan. If he didn't play his role the whole thing would fall apart.

The Groom was named David. He was Greg's best friend from out of town. Greg had just moved here a couple of years back for work. The boys seemed a little rowdy, but that was to be expected. Sharon began liquoring them up and decided to give them 15 minutes to get settled in and have a drink before bringing out the entertainment.

Kelly jumped two feet in the air when the phone rang. She felt like she had been waiting so long that maybe Sharon had forgotten about her or changed her mind. With trepidation she picked up the phone and brought it to her ear.

"Hello?"

"They're ready for you honey. Come on out and give 'em hell."

"I don't think I..." Kelly stopped as Sharon had already hung up the phone. Kelly's hands were shaking so bad it took her nearly 20 seconds to get the phone on the hook. With her hands clutched tightly in front of her Kelly made her way to the door and peaked out of the office. She could only see the bathrooms from here, but she could hear several guys hooting and having fun just around the corner. Knowing that no one wanted to see a shy "dancer" she took a deep breath, pushed the butterflies down as deep as she could, and marched right around the corner and towards the stage.

For just a moment no one noticed her, and Kelly was able to take in her surroundings. There were about 8 guys in total sitting at a large table right in front of a makeshift stage. Sharon had set up some sort of platform that looked to be about six feet wide and nearly as deep. It was raised about two feet off the ground. She gulped as she realized how much she would stand out on that platform. You would have a perfect view of her from anywhere in the bar. Luckily for Kelly she only recognized one guy in the bachelor party. The problem was that he knew her well. It was a pervy regular at the bar named Greg. Kelly always caught him ogling her ass or breasts. People like Greg were the reason she usually wore a modest skirt and sports bra. She hated being made to feel like a piece of meat... Which was exactly her job tonight. Be an appetizing piece of meat for these guys.

Eventually the men noticed her and began nudging each other and pointing. Cheering started when she stepped up onto the stage. Although crawled up is more accurate, Sharon had not set up any sort of stairs, and two feet is quite a step for a girl not much taller than five feet. She managed to stand on shaky legs and smooth down her skirt just as a mic came to life and Sharon's voice could be heard.

"Gentlemen, we at The Dirty Turkey thank you for choosing us for this special occasion. In fact, my good friend K... Candy, would like to thank you right now."

Kelly's knees nearly buckled when Sharon stammered on the "K". She sighed in relief when Sharon identified her as Candy.

"Candy can best express her gratitude through dance. She used to study ballet so she's quite flexible and has so much to show. Please enjoy tonight's entertainment."

Kelly fumed with anger and fear at Sharon's outing of some of her personal information. It was no secret that she used to do ballet when she was younger. She had chosen to stop when puberty hit, and her breasts grew to the point that her balance was just not what it used to be. She could have continued but decided it was not what she wanted to do with her life.

Suddenly a loud rock song about loving rock and roll began blazing through the speakers and the guys started hooting and hollering. Knowing it was too late to back out now, Kelly began rocking her hips to the beat and trying to feel the music. She knew she must look a little wooden, but she had no idea how strippers danced. It was going to be a long night.

Greg was feeling great. After the bit of pregaming he did and his first couple of drinks at the bar he was feeling nice and loose. He was just at the perfect point in between tipsy and drunk. Nearly time to switch to maintenance mode for the rest of the night. Just as he was considering ordering a light beer, he spotted a beautiful waitress with a mask and a tiny little skirt climbing onto the stage. He was vaguely aware of Sharon saying something over the sound system as he stared at her. He felt a morsel of recognition as he stared. Was it just the booze talking? Some music started and the stripper began awkwardly rocking her hips. Was it this stripper's first gig? He didn't care as long as she took it off. Greg smiled and put his hand in the air for Sharon to bring him a drink.

Sharon started the second song as she walked to Greg with a fresh beer. Greg leaned towards Sharon and asked him who the dancer was. Sharon smiled and put one finger to her lips as if to say, "I'll never tell." This just caused Greg to look at her suspiciously and then back at the dancer. Sharon made her way back to the bar with a broad smile. This was going exactly as she hoped it would.

Sharon noticed that Kelly was slowly becoming more comfortable on stage. She was no longer just moving her hips but was using the stage space a bit. She had even sexily brushed her arms down her body once or twice. But the guys were starting to get tired of her remaining fully dressed. Sharon waived her hands at Kelly until the girl looked over and she mimed tearing her shirt off. A look of terror crossed her face for a moment, but she nodded and went back to focusing on the guys.

Kelly was shaking so hard as she reached for the tied shirt tails between her breasts that Sharon could see the shivering way back at the bar. Sharon quickly checked her laptop to make sure everything was recording, and there she was in crystal clear HD. The camera was so close and centered that it might as well have been on the stage with her. Sharon watched the two halves of the blouse separate and reveal those glorious breasts clad in only a white bra with a bit of frill at the tops of the cups. The men began hollering and whistling as Kelly dropped the blouse off the back of the stage. Sharon used the distraction to quickly grab the purse she had been hiding behind the bar and dropped it on a stool near the rowdy men.

Kelly felt like she was going to faint. She was standing on a stage in front of about eight guys in nothing but a black micro skirt and her bra. She could feel her cleavage jiggling with even the most minor moves she made. The men were cheering constantly, and Greg was giving her a suspicious look like he knew who she was. She knew that was silly and she was probably getting in her own head, but she could not help it.

She was starting to sweat and was thankful when a slower song came on that allowed her to catch her breath. She slowly got acquainted to dancing for these guys with so little on, but she knew it would not be long before she was expected to remove something else. She wiped her brow to remove some of the sweat and saw one of her feathers fall to the stage. She would have to be careful not to lose too many of those. She made a mental note to not wipe her face and continued to gyrate awkwardly. At least the men seemed to enjoy it.

Greg was thoroughly enjoying the show this awkward girl was putting on, but he couldn't help but be distracted by how familiar she looked. It was impossible to tell for sure with those feathers covering most of her face. He thought he heard someone call his name, so he turned around and saw Sharon waving him back towards the bar. As he stood, he took another glance at "Candy" and walked towards Sharon.

"What's up, Beautiful?"

"Flattery isn't getting you boys a discount, but thanks." Sharon smiled at him. "Our entertainer left her purse over here by the bar." Sharon pointed at the purse on the stool next to Greg. "I need to stay here but I don't want her shit getting stolen. Can you take it in the back and drop it off on my desk?"

Greg got wide eyed at the weird request. Why did Sharon not just put it behind the bar? A smirk crossed his face as he thought he might know why she did it.