When I started at university as a girl of nineteen I suffered the perennial problem of all students, lack of money. But my friend Lucy always seemed to have enough. In fact she seemed to be loaded. One day I asked her how she managed. She looked at me conspiratorially and said:
"Striptease."
"You mean you get paid for taking all your clothes off and dancing nude with men watching?"
That was exactly what Lucy meant. I was shocked. But then Lucy continued.
"You should try it too Wendy. You're twenty, like me, pretty, with a good figure, good legs and big boobs. That's just what men like to see."
She said she worked evenings in the classier members-only clubs so she wouldn't encounter fellow students who went to the rough pubs. There was a strict no-touching rule with a big bouncer to enforce it and keep the girls safe. She also told me how much money she made. I was impressed. Lucy suggested I pair up with her.
Though I'd been shocked at first the idea grew on me. I'd discovered sex in a big way since starting at university. I'd also discovered I had an exhibitionist streak. At wild student parties I was always one of the first girls with all my clothes off. In my student bedroom I got on my bed in front of my big wall mirror. I did a slow strip from my bra and panties and sprawled nude in the kind of poses I'd seen the girls doing in my father's secret stash of filthy magazines which I'd found. I spread my legs to display my neat dark pussy bush and stuck my bum and tits out. I decided I looked good nude.
So to cut a long story short I told Lucy. She arranged an audition for me with the agency she worked with. I stripped to a music track from a microskirt and skimpy top with some sexy underwear I'd bought specially. It felt really exciting, and I could tell from the agent's bulging jeans that I'd impressed him even before he told me I'd got the job. He was very happy for me to team up with Lucy in the clubs. So that's how I started as a stripper.
I was soon stripping on stage at clubs in a rota with Lucy and other girls. As well as solo striptease acts some clubs featured two or more girl acts. Lucy's blonde hair paired well with my brunette, and we were as daring and randy as each other. We did a two girl act that proved to be very popular, and that's how that unforgettable evening started.
It was our "naughty schoolgirls" routine. The pounding music starts, the lights come on and Lucy and I step onto the stage. We're wearing schoolgirl uniforms and we're holding hands. Our white blouses bulge over our boobs and they're thin enough to show our white bras through, with school neckties and of course a button or two left open for teacher. Down below we wear microscopically short grey pleated wraparound mini skirts high up our thighs, ending just at the tops of sheer black seamed stockings worn with black high heels. Underneath are white panties just like the white cotton schoolgirl knickers I detested wearing at school when I was eighteen, but of course very much briefer.
On the stage there's an old wooden school desk, a big blackboard on which some naughty boy has drawn a huge picture of a man's erect penis bending up from a thick bush of pubic hair to a big round mushroom head, and a teacher's cane for spanking naughty girls' bottoms.
We stroll round the stage, swinging our hips sensuously to the music, letting the boys have a good ogle of our legs. We playfully flick up what little there is of our skirts to tease them with a peep of stocking tops and knickers. We sit at the desk and spread our legs for teacher, showing him our knickers and our stocking tops to feed his fantasies for when he masturbates lusting for us. We bend over the desk with our backs to the boys and wiggle our bottoms in unison to treat them to full views of Lucy's knickers taut over her bum cheeks and my thin thong gusset nestling between my bum cheeks.
We show the boys we're naughty girls who're interested in each other. We kiss, pressing our bodies against each other. We fondle each other's bulging breasts through our blouses. We reach a hand up each other's skirt to caress each other's thighs and pussy bulge through our knickers and slip our hands down inside to play with each other's cunt. In turn we step a high heeled foot up onto the desk and momentarily pull the front of our knickers down to show each other, and the boys, a glimpse of my dark furred cunt and Lucy's smooth shaven slit. The boys always love that moment!
Then we slowly undress each other. We unclip each other's skirts first and let them drop to show our naughty non-school regulation knickers and stocking tops, then off come neckties and blouses. Just in our bras, knickers and stockings we play with each other, teasing the boys. We feel their excitement rising. They're all desperate to see us nude!
Then it's bras off to bounce and swing our boobs as we sway to the throbbing beat of the music, before we play with each other's naked tits and kiss and lick each other's nipples. Then it's the moment the boys are all desperate for, when we take off each other's knickers. We can almost smell the testosterone and feel their blazing lust as they try to pull our knickers off by sheer willpower. Usually some frantic guy yells:
"Get your knickers off, girls!" Or words to that effect.
I bend over the desk and wiggle my bottom at the boys to invite Lucy to pull my knickers down. She pulls them down round my thighs, I let them drop then kick them aside. I spread my legs wide for Lucy's exploring hand to fondle my bare bottom then reach under me between my legs to play with my pussy. I squirm with the sexual pleasure, letting my tits swing and letting my face show how I'm enjoying Lucy's hand exciting me. The boys' hoots and yells tells us they love it!
Then, just in stockings and heels I squat wide legged in front of Lucy showing the boys my hairy cunt, and I pull Lucy's knickers down. She spreads her legs wide, leaning back against the desk thrusting her pussy forward for me to kiss and lick her smooth pussy. Sometimes we step up onto the desk to slowly peel each other's stockings off, always after a good long feel of each other's pussy. Other times one or both of us leave our stockings on for boys who like stocking tops. Either way the boys love it.
If we're feeling particularly randy or if the boys are getting really excited we might even toss them our knickers to scramble for and for the winner to play with and wank over. We always keep a few pairs of knickers with us just for that. We all know what dirty boys do with girls' knickers!
Then comes the lesbian stuff they've all come to see.
Writhing and squirming nude on the stage, spreading our legs wide, wiggling our bottoms, swinging and sticking out our breasts we feel and kiss each other's naked body all over, tits, cunts, bottoms, the lot. We rub our tits together and against each other's cunts. We get into scissors position rubbing our pussies together. We get into 69 position to kiss, lick and finger fuck each other's pussy. The girl underneath fakes a spectacular squealing, tit-bouncing, juddering, leg-kicking, hip thrusting orgasm, wrapping her legs over the girl on top and pounding her bum with her heels. And lots, lots more.
Then, one evening, it happened. Lucy was nude but for black high heels, bent over the desk with her legs wide and her bottom toward the boys. I was in stockings and heels with the cane in my hand pretending to give Lucy six of the best on her naked bottom for being such a naughty girl. With each pretended thwack Lucy would squeal for more, quiver her bottom, swing her pendulously hanging breasts and spread her legs even wider. When I'd finished spanking her I would kiss and caress Lucy's bottom better. That was another routine the boys' cheers and shouts always tell me they love. Hearing the boys' raucous yells I glanced at the audience. I felt as if an electric shock had hit me.
There in the gloom was one of my university professors. I'll call him Professor John. I guess in a way I wasn't surprised to see him there. He was one of the most lecherous men I've ever met. In tutorials he was always trying to look up my skirt and ogling my legs and breasts and I could feel him mentally undressing me. I secretly loved it! He was late forties, fit and good looking with a streak of grey in his hair that made him look distinguished. On his desk there used to be a photo of a very elegant woman in a black evening dress. That had disappeared a few weeks before, as had his wedding ring, and since then I'd noticed he'd got even more interested in me.
Lucy and I usually finish our act showing each other, and the boys, our favourite sex positions. We lay on our backs, spread and fold our legs up till our knees are near our shoulders ready for teacher to mount us on top. We squat as if we're astride teacher and bob up and down bouncing our tits as if we're riding his rod. We bend over the desk or get on all fours with our legs wide, ready to enjoy teacher's hard cock from behind.
That evening, as I showed the boys how I like to be fucked Professor John's eyes followed my every move. It was just as if it was him on top of me thrusting his hard cock up me. I knew that in his mind I was astride him and he was feeling my tits and it was his hard up cock my pussy lips were sliding up and down. As I bent over the desk his belly was slapping my bottom as he had me in doggy. Finally, as Lucy and I strolled hand in hand nude off the stage swaying our hips I could feel Professor John's eyes lock on my naked swinging bottom all the way.
I was in a panic, but I didn't tell Lucy. I knew exactly what to do. After a strip routine girls go into the audience to see if any of the men wants a "private dance" in one of the little booths down a corridor. I quickly put on my schoolgirl outfit and went out. Men often head for the toilets immediately after a girl comes off stage to masturbate while their cocks are still hard over the memory of a girl's act fresh in their minds. At the end of a day the toilet cubicle walls are always covered with fresh semen stains.
But the Professor hadn't gone for a wank. He was still there. Threading my way through the crowd and ignoring the obscene suggestions and adventurous hands on my body I made my way straight to him. As he saw me approach his lewd grin got bigger and bigger and I could feel my schoolgirl outfit evaporating under his lustful gaze.
"Hi Professor," I began. "Did you like our act? Now when you're mentally undressing me in class you'll know what's on offer."
