I've tried to make this story stand on its own, and think it does, but if you'd like to go back to see more of how Kerry has become who she is at the beginning of this story, you might find the first two stories she was featured in worth a look!
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Kerry Gets Her Husband's Attention
Kerry's Hubby Sees Her in a New Way
With only a few minutes left before she would be done with her current job, Kerry was trying her best to focus on her work. She took pride in never having just "phoned in" her work in all the time she'd been employed there, despite knowing on day one that no matter how hard she worked there was no way of making a real career out of it. She never could have guessed when she started that she'd still be there, doing basically the same job, three years later.
After losing her clerical job at an engineering firm early in the pandemic Kerry fell back on some skills she'd originally developed to play a prank on her husband, then refined in her mission to find out if he'd been cheating on her. She had quit the part time gig as soon as it let her confirm her suspicions, but then her layoff drew her back to where she found herself this Saturday night, on the main stage at the Doll Haus, a small town strip club, with only two songs and a matching red bra and thong set between her and the overdue end of her career as a stripper!
It had been easy for Kerry to stay with her unlikely backup plan; the money was good, way more than she'd been making in an office, the owner of the club treated her well, and the adulation provided by her many regular customers never failed to boost her ego. Beyond the various rewards provided by others, she never got tired of the excitement she felt every set she performed; despite its many advantages she didn't expect the new job she was about to start was going to match that kind of thrill, however much more long term potential it held!
Absolutely nobody who'd known Kerry in college or from her more conventional places of employment ever imagined the serious, somewhat shy young lady they knew would take up disrobing on stage at all, let alone full time for several years! The conservative way she tended to dress obscured the fact that she had all the necessary physical characteristics.
A bit taller than average, with a gym rat's lean and toned body, she also had plenty of curves where they were appreciated by the club's patrons, who never tired of seeing her work her way out of one of her 36D bras. She had taken enough dance classes to be graceful and found quite by accident that she genuinely enjoyed being up on the stage, the center of attention as she gradually showed more and more of herself!
Hearing the last song she'd chosen, the Southside Johnny version of "Fever" come over the sound system, Kerry felt a bit nostalgic; she'd chosen it because it was the first song she'd ever performed to, and now was serving as a sort of bookend to her unlikely career as a stripper!
Kerry began teasing the removal of her bra, slipping the straps off her shoulder on one side, then the other, letting each strap settle near her elbow. With her right hand at the front pinning the cups in place she popped the hooks at her back. She slowly pulled her left hand out of the lacy garment, providing her audience at that side of the stage with a generous bit of firm sideboob. With her left hand switching places with the right hand to keep the bras cups at least partly in contact with her body, she freed the right arm from the dangling straps, letting that side of her audience enjoy the view as the cup on that side slipped away. She inched ed the bra down, cheers and whistling greeting the long awaited revelation of her nipples. Having no further use for it, she tossed the bra to one of her regulars.
Kerry felt surprisingly nervous with one last piece of clothing left to remove, not due to a last minute attack of modesty, but simply because she wanted to finish her career gracefully. She had seen dancers get a heel caught in a half removed g-string with embarrassing results; that was not how she envisioned her final bit of stripping going!
With her thumbs curved over her thong's skinny waistband, Kerry strolled around the edge of the stage, alternately lowering each side then raising them back up, ending up just slightly lower with each cycle. By the time she finished her tour the front of the thong was barely still shielding her clit from view and the rear of the waistband had settled in right where her legs merged with her ass. She strolled over to the center of the stage, turned her back on the eager crowd, spread her legs slightly, and bent over at the waist, giving her fans the view they were waiting for of her clean-shaven pussy nestled between the upper reaches of the inner sides of her thighs!
Kerry slid the now pointless thong down her legs, dropping them on the stage, then stepped neatly out of the wispy bit of fabric. She held her position for the benefit of her fans for almost a minute, then picked the thong up and flung it into the crowd in one smooth motion. She stood still for a moment, looking around at the view from her workspace one last time, then blew the cheering crowd a few kisses and strolled slowly to the door to the dancer's dressing room.
It was just a few minutes before closing time, so other than a pair of bouncers still herding the customers towards the exit all of her co-workers were waiting for her backstage with champagne and a cake to celebrate her final night. Besides Nick, the owner, every fellow dancer, the three waitresses, two bartenders and a pair of DJ's all toasted to her new adventure in Seattle.
"You guys are gonna make me cry," she said, "I'm gonna miss you all!"
"There's an easy solution to that," Nick replied, "Don't go!" Seeing her tearing up he added, "You know I'm kidding, your new gig sounds like a great opportunity. We've been lucky to have you as long as we have!" He had actually helped her out, giving her a glowing reference describing (truthfully) how helpful she had been in updating his businesses websites, marketing, accounting and payroll software. He also (misleadingly) went along with her resume listing his small local restaurant chain as her workplace.
After everyone enjoyed the champagne, cake and a round of goodbye hugs, the celebration finally broke up just before 3 AM. Kerry made it home safely and flopped on her bed, still wearing her usual post work jeans and sweatshirt. Sunday morning, usually quiet downtime for her after the busy weekend nights, was spent breaking down her apartment, filling boxes for the movers to take away and cleaning up so she'd get her security deposit back.
By Wednesday night she had everything packed away except her carry-on bag holding a few days clothing and her toiletry kit, and a backpack for her laptop, tablet and assorted cords and chargers. Tired but satisfied to be ahead of schedule on her packing, she relaxed in front of her laptop, eating some Grubhub fast food. Scrolling through her email she was happy to see a message from Marianne, one of a small number of high school friends she was still in touch with.
Besides the usual brief update on what was going on in her life, Marianne's message included a link to a Facebook group for the 10 year reunion of their graduating class, scheduled to happen that weekend at their school. She asked if Kerry was planning on attending, but said she wasn't going to be there, writing, "Besides the hassle and expense of coming back halfway across the country, the organizers are all from that clique who never had much use for me, so I guess I feel the same way about them now!" Kerry remembered getting the same link from an organizer of the event, but as busy as she'd been lately she'd completely forgotten about it.
Kerry clicked on the link and read the message from the reunion committee and saw right away that Marianne had been right; everyone organizing this event was from a self-selected group who seemed to have been officers of every class year, every club and organizers of every special event. "Annoying, but no big deal," she thought, "I hadn't really thought about going, and seeing who's running this show just validates that plan!"
Though she wasn't interested in attending, Kerry couldn't help clicking through the names of classmates who had already responded. Even though she knew Marianne wasn't going to be there, she was curious about whether anyone else in her circle had responded; if three or four of them were going, she could imagine going herself. She saw the names of five other friends, all replying that they weren't going to make it. "At least I got updated email addresses for Rachel and Emilia," she thought, "so It hasn't been a total waste of time!"
Since she had the response list open, providing email addresses for many classmates and links to their pages at several social media sites, Kerry's curiosity led her to poke around to see what information she could find online on the status of various members of her class.
Out of the 160 or so members of her class, Kerry was able to find at least a little bit of information on almost 140. On Facebook alone, once she worked her way through the friends of friends of friends made available by starting with the Facebook reunion group she had found over 100 pages full of what those classmates shared with the world about their lives! With a scattered and disjointed picture of her class in front of her online, she was now curious about how the 2023 reality compared with what their world looked had looked like back in 2013. She found the box she'd packed her yearbook in, pulled it out and sat down to compare the past and present of a few of her classmates.